The Rebirth of a Diva

Episode 38's

Xia Ling was stunned for a moment. Realizing that he was the boss now, he cursed secretly, shouldn't he have sent him?

He weakly said, "You tell me what to do then."

Li Lei rolled the car keys on his finger, his eyes shining. "Come to my apartment and we'll be together for one night. I'll ask someone to take you to the training camp tomorrow morning."

Her apartment?

He remembered his suggestion of her being a woman and frowned.

Li Lei seemed to have read his mind. "As I said, I'm not interested in forcing anyone. And given your guts, what makes you think you can provoke Pei Ziheng?" He walked on without a care. "Follow me when you've thought about it, otherwise you can go back on your own."

As Xia Ling stared at his gaze, a picture of Pei Ziheng's sinister eyes appeared in his mind. He considered his options for a moment and decided to catch up with him.

Li Lei's private vehicle is an SUV. In her previous life, Xia Ling was also a very experienced driver, and with one look she could say that. . .

People at Skyart Entertainment seem to enjoy driving their own cars. Wei Shaoyin was one; li Lei was the other.

Xia Ling got into the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt, as Li Lei skillfully drove the steering wheel and joined heavy traffic on the freeway. Half an hour later, the SUV drove into a relatively high-end residential – with a large green area of various types of rare vegetation, the place offers a dense lush feel with the absence of a calm person.

Li Lei parked the car to the garage and then took Xia Ling to the private elevator they had brought to the higher floor.

When they entered the front door, what appeared to be a very spacious living room, occupying about half the floor of the entire floor. The ceilings were about five to six meters high, the four walls were replaced by full-size glass panels and natural light flowed profusely, illuminating the place beautifully.

Li Lei casually threw his outer clothes onto the sofa and then said, "Sit."

That said, he turned around and walked away.

Xia Ling looked at the sofa and was just about to sit down when she saw the leopard resting lazily on the white carpet near the sofa. It had beautiful rose-like spots all over and its legs stretched out, almost unfolding like a carpet itself.

He took a careful step forward.

However, he could not help but back off a little, sighing a little.

The leopard, Er Mao, looked at him with thick eyelids, then closed it again and continued to rest.

Xia Ling did not dare to make another sound. He held his breath and took a few slow steps, carefully returning until he crashed into a sturdy body. He would scream as he wrapped around someone and hear Li Lei's deep magnetic voice from behind him, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

He breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down a little.

Recovering from the shock, the first thought that came to my mind was: This leopard-owning pair must have been my nemesis, giving me one surprise after the next.

Freeing herself from her embrace, Xia Ling turned to look at her, "I'm not sitting on that sofa, is there another room?"

He laughed, his eyes flashing, "No more dinner for you?"

"Huh?"

He turned. "Let's help in the kitchen."

Xia Ling was stunned for a moment but followed her into the spacious and bright kitchen. He got another surprise – in the kitchen, Boss Li Lei had a white apron around him as he held the pot in one hand and the spoon in the other, looking skilful.

Observing it so easily, it was definitely not his first attempt.

Li Lei did not care about his surprised expression and threw the tomato at him. "Skin peel."

Xia Ling instinctively grabbed him and stared at the fresh red part of the tomato in her hand until she told him to hurry. He jolted back to reality and started awkwardly. Although she had lived for two lives, she had never cooked, and only realized how difficult it was to peel tomatoes. After a long struggle and a lot of tomato juice on his hands and clothes, his work is still not well done.

He looked at the bruised tomato afflicted on his hand and thought seriously. Can this be eaten?

"Make it over once it's done, it'll go into the pot," Li Lei said. When there was no reply, he turned around, only to see Xia Ling bowing at the counter as she held onto a blob. .something red that had lost its shape. Boss had seen many worlds, new things, and oddities, but faced with the scenery in front of him, even he was shocked.

"You're Xingling, are you sure you're a woman?"

“Bos, Your Majesty, you can't blame me, this is my first time.” He lifted the tomato with a plain look.

Li Lei wanted to sigh in disappointment as he grabbed the red blob from the non-identifiable object and threw it – with an incredible trajectory – into the trash. He then took another tomato with a resigned expression and did his own work, peeling the tomato as he instructed him, "Wash the vegetables in the sink. If you can't do it, then go and accompany Er Mao in the living room . "

She thought for a while and felt that she was a little hard, and turned to smile at him.

Xia Ling was afraid of that smile and went to wash the vegetables, angrily thinking: Hmph, what is the importance of having a creature, no one is so arrogant. I've really never seen someone show off this. . . And then he realized that the disaster had struck – vegetables had been ravaged.

"Boss, this …"

"You're Xingling, you should go accompany Er Mao."

"…" He vowed not to return to Li Lei's apartment.

After going through so much for this dinner, he had to admit that Big Boss Li's culinary skills were really good – his food was almost like a chef.

“Bos, you are really good at everything,” he praised the man from the bottom of his heart.

Li Lei smiled kindly. "After living here alone for a while, you tend to learn a little bit of everything, including cooking."

He nodded in understanding. The fact that he drives his own SUV suggests that he is likely a very independent person who likes to get things done on his own. In this case, it is not too surprising that she does not hire housemaids.

She's curious. How does he keep his house in this condition?

Compared to Pei Ziheng. . .he's the opposite.

He accidentally thinks of the cunning and creepy guy – obeying the rules and etiquette of his aristocratic family, wearing a luxurious silk shirt and fur coat, employing many helpers, and always looking flawlessly perfect. His voice was deep, his tone soft, as he calmly told him, "I need a wife who can match my family's status, a woman who deserves the title of Missus Pei."

Pain crept in the depths of his heart.

Fuck the rules of this rich man.

Xia Ling vigorously took a mouthful of rice and swallowed the tears that were about to fall.

From an angle he didn't notice, Li Lei looked at him seriously, his expression illegible.