After rejecting my celebrity husband

"You’re asking me to release her?" Luo Ke glanced sidelong at Leng Zirui, "She’ll just escape right away."

He had a hard time capturing her, finally getting the chance to be near her, how could he let go easily.

"You don’t necessarily have to put her in the sea, just give her a space larger than a fish tank." Leng Zirui shrugged, "At least it has to be bigger than this island."

Luo Ke frowned silently, seemingly pondering the feasibility of his words.

Remembering what Luo Xiaoqian had mentioned to him before, Luo Ke also thought Leng Zirui made some sense.

Leng Zirui noticed his interest but said nothing more; he needed to maintain a balance, speaking too much might make this cunning snake suspicious.

Taking the sea fish off the hook and tossing it into the nearby bucket, Leng Zirui lifted his chin slightly, "Well...your fish is hooked too!"

Luo Ke turned his face, indeed, his bobber had sunk already, he raised his hand to pull the rod, and sure enough, a fish over a foot long was caught on the hook.

"See, there’s a saying in China, ’To capture, one must first release’, that’s the principle." Leng Zirui chuckled.

Luo Ke looked at the fish hanging on his hook, "In a couple of days, I’ll take her for a walk in Rome."

Leng Zirui lazily baited his hook but listened carefully to Luo Ke’s words.

If that’s the case, it would be a good opportunity.

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Inside the villa, Luo Xiaoqian walked into the living room.

She glanced at the stairs leading upstairs, but didn’t head up; instead, she turned to look towards the dining room.

After some thought, she decided to step toward the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen.

Leng Zimo was handing the extra breakfast to a bodyguard. Having been here for several days, he noticed that they sent a meal to a nearby small two-story building every day.

"Is this enough?"

"Enough, he doesn’t eat much." The bodyguard said casually, carrying the breakfast out of the kitchen.

In Italian language, she and he aren’t the same word, from his casual reply, Leng Zimo had judged that this person was a man.

Is it the bodyguard, or someone else?!

Leng Zimo watched the bodyguard walking toward the door, eyes sweeping over the keys in his right hand.

No, it definitely wasn’t the bodyguard; if it was a bodyguard, he would come directly to eat. It seemed like someone free yet controlled.

A man captured by Luo Ke and brought here, losing his freedom, who could it be?!

"Madam!"

Seeing Luo Xiaoqian enter the kitchen door, the bodyguard courteously saluted.

"I...I want a cup of juice." Luo Xiaoqian casually explained.

"Shall I help you?" The bodyguard politely asked.

"No need, I can do it myself, go ahead."

The other nodded and left, Luo Xiaoqian stepped into the kitchen, swiftly scanned around, and relaxed slightly, finding no trace of the maid, her gaze then fell on Leng Zimo.

Seeing him, her previously tangled mood visibly improved.

"I want a cup of juice, freshly squeezed."

Leng Zimo nodded, took out oranges and some fruits from the fridge.

He carefully cut the orange, removing the white fibrous strands on top, placing the sliced pulp into the juicer.

Luo Xiaoqian walked over to watch him; Leng Zimo was that kind of person, things he did were either not done or done perfectly, even if just squeezing a cup of juice.