If that investigator had no problem, or Rong Ying had no problem, he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to tell Rong Ying about his investigation of Xuxu.
Obviously, Rong Ying had been keeping an eye on him... or Xuxu for a long ti.
The expression on Lu Moqing’s face wasn’t very good.
Before, he secretly wished that it had nothing to do with Rong Ying and that they were overthinking it.
After all, that woman, before he lost his mory, was soone he genuinely cared about.
Now, although he doesn’t have the strong feelings he had before losing his mory, there’s still so lingering regret in his heart, along with so anger from being betrayed.
Seeing that his expression was off, Qiaoxu walked over to him and comforted him:
"Don’t feel too bad. It’s good to find out early. If we didn’t notice anything wrong with her for a lifeti, and she fooled us round and round, that would be terrible."
She hugged Lu Moqing’s waist and leaned against his chest, saying:
" She’s too cautious. If she hadn’t deliberately left the mory of Su Rou and her to you, we wouldn’t have suspected her so accurately."
"The top priority now is to find clues from Su Rou’s side. Only if Su Rou believes you are truly close to her will she bring the person behind her to you."
Lu Moqing’s expression of resentnt eased a bit as his wife comforted him intimately.
However, when he heard that he had to make sacrifices to get close to that woman, he couldn’t help but frown.
He felt disgusted every ti he saw that woman; how could he really get close to her?
His face, full of reluctance, furrowed his brows.
Seeing that he wasn’t talking, Qiaoxu knew that he was reluctant, so she laughed and coaxed:
"That woman, Su Rou, is so stupid and easy to please. Just give it another try. It’s not like I’m asking you to sleep with her."
Humph! Easy for you to say!
Lu Moqing snorted coldly in his heart and said irritably:
"What if I did sleep with her?"
"Then I’d make you leave with nothing!"
Qiao Xu answered without hesitation.
Lu Moqing’s eyelids twitched heavily as he suddenly rembered the aning of "leave with nothing" that Qiao Xu had told him before.
Feeling wronged in his heart like a skinny five-pound man, knowing that his objection was useless, he started to seek sympathy again:
"People on the internet are calling a scumbag."
"They’re even urging you to divorce."
"One by one, they shout that they can support you."
"I’m living off a woman, and they think they have the ability to support you. They’re overconfident."
"..."
Qiao Xu smiled deeper as she listened to her island master’s complaints and disdain, and how he was so righteously convinced that living off a woman was justified.
Her island master was getting cuter and cuter, and she was finding it harder and harder to let go of him.
"Alright, alright, I know you’re wronged."
Qiao Xu hugged his waist tightly, soothing him:
"I know you’re not a scumbag. I only want one of you, only allow one gigolo to live off , no others."
These words successfully pleased Lu Moqing, and the brow that was filled with complaints and grievances relaxed a little at this mont.
"Really?"
His beautiful thin lips raised a slight happy curve.
"Of course, I, as a rich lady, have high standards for supporting a gigolo, okay?"
She reached out and pinched Lu Moqing’s cheeks, saying:
"If you don’t have such a stunningly beautiful face, and you want to eat off this rich lady, you’re dreaming."
This pleased and self-satisfied appearance of hers made Lu Moqing laugh.
He held her hands in his, looking down and smiling at her, asking:
"What if there’s a gigolo better looking than ?"
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