After rejecting my celebrity husband

The current Lei Qingqing has long been one of Lei Wenting’s ferocious generals, but the ordeal she faced that night at thirteen remains a scar on her heart, always wrenchingly painful with the slightest mention.

Now that Leng Zirui casually mentioned it, Lei Qingqing naturally couldn’t control her temper.

Leng Zirui studied psychology and was adept at reading expressions. Just by observing Lei Qingqing, he had already guessed a bit, and a mix of emotions welled up in him.

This situation stirred both sympathy and anger in him, sympathy for Lei Qingqing’s experiences, anger for the incident where she drugged Xu Xia and handed her to him.

How could a woman who has endured such things commit the same act against another woman?!

Of course, these emotions were just thoughts in his mind; his face still wore a mischievous smile that resembled a devil.

"It’s okay, I don’t mind."

"You..."

Knowing that he had seen through her thoughts, Lei Qingqing’s heart stabbed with pain and she instantly erupted in rage, her wrist moved, and she truly aimed the knife at his throat.

𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Leng Zirui leaned back against the table, Lei Qingqing’s Butterfly Knife missing its target, and due to inertia, she directly fell onto him.

With a twist of her wrist, Lei Qingqing fiercely struck his face with the Butterfly Knife.

Leng Zirui jerked his head aside, the Butterfly Knife brushing past his nose and deeply embedding into the mahogany desk.

Due to her anger, Lei Qingqing applied excessive force, more than half of the blade sunk into the desk, and she couldn’t pull it out despite her efforts.

"Ha—" Leng Zirui laughed right in her face. "Even if I don’t mind, you don’t need to be so hasty?"

Lei Qingqing glared at him, one hand gripping the knife handle, the other reaching over to strangle Leng Zirui’s neck. Leng Zirui extended his arm and had already caught her hand, just as he was about to retaliate, the office door suddenly swung open.

The two of them heard the sound and were both startled, simultaneously turning their faces toward the door.

The door opened, revealing the person outside.

Medium build, gold-rimmed glasses, silk Tang jacket... The person standing outside was none other than Lei Wenting.

Behind him were his bodyguards and several accompanying subordinates.

Lei Wenting was always The Old Fox. Seeing this setup and surveying the knife on the table, he instantly deduced that Lei Qingqing had made a move on Leng Zirui, and his expression immediately turned somber.

"Qing Qing!"

Lei Qingqing panicked inside, hurriedly released the knife, straightened her body, walked up to him, and called out lightly, "Godfather."

Lei Wenting frowned, stepped inside with large strides, his gaze fell angrily on Lei Qingqing’s face, "Apologize to Mr. ROY immediately."

Lei Qingqing simply wouldn’t apologize to Leng Zirui, she merely furrowed her brows and snorted coldly.

Her character had always been tough, and just now, Leng Zirui deliberately brought up her old scars, which are secrets she didn’t want outsiders to know. Lei Qingqing only wished to skin Leng Zirui alive, making her apologize was out of the question.

Seeing her standing there, face cold and unmoving, Lei Wenting’s tone grew increasingly severe, "Did you not hear what I said?"

Lei Qingqing bit her lip, remained completely still.

This time, she absolutely refused to give in.

Lei Wenting’s expression grew as cold as frost. Taking a light breath, he suddenly raised his palm and slapped Lei Qingqing fiercely.

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed as the slap landed on Lei Qingqing’s face.

Lei Qingqing’s face leaned heavily to one side. When she turned her face back, there was already a distinct handprint on her cheek, and her lips bore traces of blood.