After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1899 - 1903: Imitating Big Bro’s Coolness

Leng Zirui casually slipped his hand into his coat pocket without even looking at the two of them.

"That’s right, it’s us," Ah Ke replied with a smile. "Is Mr. Lei here?"

"He’s upstairs, we’re to invite the two of you inside," the man in a black suit answered.

"Is this what you call sincerity?!"

Leng Zirui snapped at Ah Ke, curled his lip, turned around and pulled open the car door, ready to get in.

Formerly, ROY always behaved arrogantly and even in front of Luo Ke, he was quite unrestrained. Since the other party was seeking to collaborate with him, he naturally presented a stronger presence. He wanted to utilize Lei Wenting, but the more he wanted this, the less he could appear too eager, or he’d be led by the nose.

"ROY, don’t be angry."

Ah Ke noticed his displeasure and hurried to comfort him, then pulled the guard aside to whisper a few words.

The guard glanced at Leng Zirui, who was sitting in the car, and turned around to head upstairs.

Moments later, the restaurant’s front doors were pushed open by two security guards, and a middle-aged man wearing a traditional silk garment appeared with a smile, surrounded by several people. To his right stood a young, pretty Asian girl with her hair up.

The middle-aged man was of average height, with a plain appearance and a faint smile on his face. He approached Leng Zirui, extended his right hand, and spoke in Chinese.

"Mr. ROY, I’ve heard much about you."

Beside him, the girl in a sleek, light-colored suit immediately translated for Leng Zirui in English.

Knowing that this man was probably Lei Wenting, whom Ah Ke had mentioned, Leng Zirui didn’t show much deference, merely extended his hand with a slight grip, and his gaze swept to the Asian girl beside him.

"Oh..." Lei Wenting noticed his gaze and chuckled, "This is my goddaughter, Qing Qing. Qing Qing, why don’t you shake hands with Mr. ROY too?"

Lei Qingqing gave Leng Zirui a once-over and extended her hand. "Hello, Mr. ROY."

"You can call me ROY," Leng Zirui said with a smile, his fingertips teasingly brushing her palm.

Just by her movements earlier, he guessed that this girl must be quite capable.

Indeed, he felt the thin calluses in her palm.

It was clear that this girl was trained in martial arts and often handled guns.

Lei Qingqing had no inkling of his thoughts, assuming he was being flirtatious, she coldly shook off his hand.

Lei Wenting noticed Leng Zirui’s actions but merely chuckled. He had heard of ROY’s womanizing ways, especially his fondness for Asian women, and wasn’t surprised by his interest in Lei Qingqing.

"Mr. ROY, please come!"

Raising a hand, he invited with a smile.

Leng Zirui nodded and, without being overly polite, walked side by side with him into the restaurant.

As they took the elevator upstairs, Leng Zirui’s gaze unabashedly lingered on Lei Qingqing, traveling from her face to her neck, pausing for a moment at her neckline before sliding down to her waist and resting on her legs exposed by her short skirt.

Her bust seemed decent, but her legs were far inferior to their Xu Xia’s.

Cold as ice, was this girl trying to act cool like a big brother?

If it were Xu Xia, she’d probably have kicked him by now.

As he met Lei Qingqing’s sharp glance thrown his way, Leng Zirui only stuck out his tongue, lightly and slowly licking his lips.

The gesture was as flippant as could be.