After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: The Harsh Male God

Luo Xiaoqian had always been one to rise to a challenge—admitting defeat wasn’t in her nature.

”Don’t even think about it, I’m not admitting I’m wrong!”

She yanked his hand away and, throwing it aside, continued to dance.

Stretching her arms, arching her back, spinning...

With each movement, she tried her hardest to perform at her best.

Who said she didn’t deserve to be the queen of the stage? She could do it, she definitely could!

Leng Zimo followed by her side, expressionless, as the wooden ruler in his hand occasionally fell, striking her body, legs, and waist.

”Lift your legs higher...extend your wrists flat...keep your back straight...I didn’t tell you to bend...”

He was really putting force into each strike, each one a piercing pain.

She clenched her teeth, enduring the pain, enduring his venomous curses, and danced over and over again, until she was drenched in sweat, with stray hairs sticking to her forehead, and when she spun for the last time, she fell.

”I think we’d better just take a bath and go to sleep!”

He walked over, looking down at her as if she were a dirty rag.

Luo Xiaoqian was frantic.

She gritted her teeth, got up again, and started from the beginning.

...

As she danced, the number of times Leng Zimo’s ruler struck her gradually lessened.

During the final spin, she executed it particularly cleanly; after two revolutions, she struck a beautiful pose.

In the mirror, her figure was graceful, thighs spread like wings, chin slightly lifted—so beautiful, so proud.

Seeing herself in the mirror, Luo Xiaoqian gained a bit more confidence.

”I did it!”

”It’s merely that there were no mistakes!”

Leng Zimo tossed the ruler aside and turned to walk out of the Practice Room.

Luo Xiaoqian stuck her tongue out at his retreating back, making a face, then took another look at herself in the mirror, let out a soft sigh, and set her expression determinedly.

”Luo Xiaoqian, hang in there, I believe in you, you can do it!”

In fact, she didn’t realize just how exacting Leng Zimo’s standards were.

At Emperor View, if one could earn a rare ”no mistakes” from Leng Zimo, even big-name singers and actors would secretly rejoice.

This Leng Zimo was much more demanding than she had imagined.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Xiaoqian danced again from start to finish, completing the final jump perfectly once more.

At that point, her endurance had finally reached its limit, she collapsed onto the floor, and began to breathe heavily.

”Go take a bath!”

By the door, Leng Zimo had somehow returned without her noticing.

Luo Xiaoqian glanced at his expression and, without saying much, got up from the floor, wiped off the sweat with the towel around her neck, turned off the music, walked out of the Practice Room, and entered the bedroom’s bathroom.

In the bathtub, the water was already prepared, and it seemed as though he had added some essential oil to it—the air carried a faint scent of lavender.

Was this so she would wash up nicely for his enjoyment? Well, she didn’t have much of a choice.

Shedding her clothes, Luo Xiaoqian stepped into the bathtub and slowly submerged herself in the hot water.

After being tossed around by him the previous night, practicing the piano during the day, and dancing again in the evening, she was absolutely exhausted. The lavender essential oil was known for its calming and pain-relieving effects. Submerged in the hot water, the fatigue slowly left her body, and Luo Xiaoqian’s tense muscles and mind began to relax bit by bit. Unintentionally, she leaned against the corner of the bathtub and fell asleep.

The door to the bathroom was gently pushed open.

Leng Zimo strode in.

”How much longer are you going to take!”

Inside the bathtub, there was no response.

He approached, and noticing her closed eyes, Leng Zimo slightly arched an eyebrow.

He reached out to wake her, looking through the water at the various marks he had left on her body, and his hand froze in midair.