After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 741: Chapter 745: Want a Spanking, Don’t You?

”Came back to look for something,” Luo Xiaoqian said with a smile as she flipped through the household registration book in her hand, ”It’s getting late, so I just didn’t bother going back.”

”Have you had dinner?” Leng Zimo asked with concern.

”I have, I ate Japanese food with Yu Tong and the others,” Luo Xiaoqian said, sitting on the sofa with the phone to her ear, ”What about you?”

As the two of them were chatting, her cell phone in the bag started ringing.

Luo Xiaoqian fished out her cell phone and saw an unfamiliar number on the display, which seemed to be an international call. Leng Zimo was on the phone with her; it couldn’t be him calling.

Apart from him, no one else would call her from abroad. Assuming it to be a scam call, she hung up directly.

”Did you get a call?”

”It’s nothing, probably a wrong number.”

After they chatted for a bit longer, Leng Zimo got to the point, ”I’m about to board the plane. Tomorrow morning, when you get up, take your household registration book and ID card and wait for me in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau. I’ll head straight there.”

The Civil Affairs Bureau?!

Luo Xiaoqian was first stunned and then remembered what he intended to do, and deliberately asked with a laugh, ”What are we going there for?”

”Nine o’clock in the morning, do not be late!” Leng Zimo commanded over the phone, ”Now, go to sleep.”

”Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away from the wedding?” Luo Xiaoqian chuckled.

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Leng Zimo continued, ”Luo Xiaoqian, are you asking to get spanked again?”

”Get lost, I’m going to sleep!” Knowing all too well what his ’spanking’ implied, Luo Xiaoqian’s face heated up, and she hung up the phone on him.

No sooner had she hung up than her cell phone rang again, still displaying the same number as before.

”This scammer is pretty persistent, huh? Let’s see what you’re up to,” Luo Xiaoqian, in a good mood, picked up, ”Who’s this?”

”I’ve sent something to your email. I think you’ll be quite surprised,” a man’s voice came from the other end, somber.

Luo Xiaoqian laughed, ”Your scam tricks are way too amateurish, aren’t they?!”

The man laughed as well, a cold laugh, ”So, you’ve forgotten about the time Leng Zimo killed someone for you in Zhengding, Hebei?”

Her fingers gripping the phone tightened suddenly, and Luo Xiaoqian’s heart leaped, ”Who are you?”

The response was the sound of the call hanging up and the disheartening tone of a disconnected line.

Clutching the cell phone, Luo Xiaoqian hurried into the study, turned on the computer inside, and entered her email inbox. Due to her nervousness, she mistyped the password several times. Finally, she managed to access her inbox and indeed saw three unread emails.

The first two were wedding planning proposals sent by the wedding company; the most recent one was untitled. She double-clicked the mouse, opening the email.

A photo burst into view where a man was spread-eagled, impaled on rebar. That face, she would never forget—Li Defu, the bastard who had almost ruined her and whom Leng Zimo had kicked down the stairs.

Below the photo were a series of documents and files.

These included Leng Zimo’s car repair certificate, the speeding record of his car number on the highway, and some surveillance footage screenshots...

The phone rang again.

Luo Xiaoqian grabbed the phone and answered, ”What do you want?”

”If you don’t think that’s enough, I still have some evidence over here, including your hospital records from there, the performance video, as well as some footage from the hotel...”