After rejecting my celebrity husband novel Chapter 1347

Chapter 1347: Chapter 1351: Preparing a Super-Large Red Envelope

"I ate a bit too much. How about us women go for a walk, so the men can take a smoke break?" suggested Tong Ya.

"Grandpa, let me take you fishing!" Luo Jun eagerly invited Leng Lin, and Qin Wanwan immediately chimed in, "I’ll go too!"

"Alright, let’s go fishing!"

Leng Lin stood up, holding the hands of the two little ones. The guards had already approached, following closely. Ah Jiu immediately signaled to several bodyguards in the distance, who then split into two groups for protection.

"Zimo, since you quit smoking, shouldn’t you donate your Cuban cigars?" Shen Yizhou said on purpose.

"Alright, I’ll go get them for you," Leng Zimo stood up. "President Jiao, care to join?"

Jiao Yang looked up at him in surprise, then stood up from the mat, lazily smiling, "Sure!"

As the two men walked towards the room in the distance, Leng Zimo raised his hand, signaling Ah Jiu not to follow.

Shen Yizhou originally wanted to take the opportunity to chat with Leng Zimo. Seeing him deliberately invite Jiao Yang, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he remained seated on the blanket.

"Those two aren’t going inside for a duel, are they?" joked Leng Zirui.

"Quite possibly," Qin Lan retracted her gaze, letting it fall on Leng Zirui’s face. "Has Xu Pei been sentenced?"

Shen Yizhou, afraid he’d be found out, quickly changed his tone, "What else could it be? Look at you guys; Qin Lan bought Huangfu Ruo a castle, Leng Zimo got Xiao Qian a farm, and me, I can’t even afford an apartment near the Second Ring!"

Qin Lan rolled her eyes at him, "Oh, come on, why cry poor? Last year, your Nobel funding was more than enough to buy two farms like that."

Shen Yizhou was an exceptional medical student. Not mentioning his income, he already made a fortune writing academic books and serving as a guest professor. Last year, one of his projects even won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine. Claiming poverty was clearly a facade.

Leng Zirui patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry, no need to pretend. When the time comes, little brother will definitely give you a big red envelope."

"I’ve been waiting for that promise!" Shen Yizhou laughed too, though he secretly sighed; Qin Lan was one thing, but Leng Zirui had sharp eyes—he was genuinely worried Leng Zirui would uncover the truth.