After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 This is the 9 I give to you

”It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just too much!” Luo Xiaoqian pressed her lips together, ”The main thing is, I don’t have the money to pay you back!”

Attending the press conference, she only needed one outfit. Spending over a million on clothes was beyond her imagination.

So many designer bags, so many designer clothes—she simply couldn’t wear them all. In Luo Xiaoqian’s eyes, clothes were merely for covering oneself and looking presentable; a T-shirt worth a few dozen and one worth tens of thousands didn’t differ much to her.

Leng Zimo turned his head to look at her serious expression.

”This is my gift to you!”

”But...”

Although she repeatedly said she wanted to earn money, deep down, she had her own self-respect and pride.

The card he gave to her, she had only used it once to buy groceries. Just that much, and she had already decided to repay him as soon as she had time with the rent refund from her landlord.

Now, he was giving her all these clothes, how could she accept it?

To him, a million might just be a number.

To her, it meant tremendous pressure.

It was clearly stated as a gift to her, but why was she still agonizing over it? Was accepting his present really that painful for her?

Leng Zimo furrowed his brows, his tone turning cold, ”If you don’t like them, you can throw them away!”

Luo Xiaoqian’s gaze fell on his left hand wrapped in a bandage, and she pursed her lips, saying nothing more.

If this guy really lost his temper, he might indeed stop the car and throw everything in the trunk away.

The car continued towards EM, and until they parked, Leng Zimo didn’t say another word. Luo Xiaoqian also carefully maintained her silence.

It wasn’t until they were by the elevator that she suddenly remembered, stopping in her tracks.

”I’ve already dropped out of the contest; there’s no need for me to be at this press conference, right?”

With last night’s events having escalated to such an extent, if she appeared at the press conference, the journalists would certainly bombard her with questions. Wasn’t coming here just asking for trouble?

Leng Zimo didn’t say much, just stepped into the elevator and commanded, ”Come in!”

Looking at his clouded face, Luo Xiaoqian stepped into the elevator.

If he truly wanted to embarrass her, he wouldn’t have bothered taking her to buy clothes.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. She would wait and see what he was really up to.

The two of them went directly to the top floor, where Leng Zimo led Luo Xiaoqian into the office, glanced at his watch, and then casually nodded towards the sofa.

”Sit!”

Luo Xiaoqian obediently took a seat on the sofa, while he went to his desk and began flipping through documents.

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On the second floor, in the conference room.

The journalists had already filled the seats, with latecomers standing in the aisles.

Cameras, photo cameras, and microphones were everywhere.

On the wall, the clock pointed to 9:50 a.m. Ailin had already led several key trainees, including Shen Xinyi and Xu Xia, into the venue, taking their seats according to their names.

As soon as they appeared, the reporters immediately started snapping away.

Last night’s ”Huaxia Idol” semifinal had seen such intense drama unfold, and the Internet was already in a frenzy. Luo Xiaoqian’s supporters and critics had been fiercely arguing over her injury, cursing each other out once again.

All the websites and all the TV stations, newspapers, and other media knew very well that this EM press conference was going to be the most eye-catching news.