Now, Lu Moqing treats her like Qiao Xu, and when ti passes and he genuinely falls for her, even if the truth is revealed, she believes that Lu Moqing won’t be cruel to her.
After all, Qiao Xu is dead. Wearing Qiao Xu’s face and having feelings with Lu Moqing, how could he be heartless to her?
Isn’t this how it is written in novels?
Even if the male lead initially married the female lead as a substitute, in the end, doesn’t she still win over his entire heart and beco the real heroine?
At this mont, she has already cast herself into the role of the heroine who replaced the White Moonlight in the heart of the male lead.
"Are you really my husband? Are you deceiving ?"
Lu Moqing did not answer, "As ti goes by, you will know whether I deceive you or not."
"Qiao Xu" was a little disappointed. She had just asked twice, simply wanting to hear from Lu Moqing’s own mouth, "I am your husband."
How pleasant it would be to hear that sentence from Lu Moqing’s mouth.
But both of his responses disappointed her.
However, she didn’t overthink it and believed that Lu Moqing intentionally avoided her question.
She pursed her lips, realizing that she is now Lu Moqing’s wife and many privileges are rightfully hers.
She looked at Lu Moqing and whispered:
"So, can I call you Moqing?"
Hearing this, Lu Moqing’s expression remained unchanged, though a hint of rejection flashed through his eyes. Thinking of his beloved Qiao Xu in the hands of this woman, fearing that pushing her too hard might lead her to hurt Qiao Xu, he suppressed his temper and reluctantly said:
"Yes."
"Qiao Xu" smiled, her face revealing happiness as she sat down beside Lu Moqing.
She reached out and put her hand on Lu Moqing’s arm, her face full of closeness and dependence—
"Mozart, can you talk to about how we used to be together?"
Speaking of this, her face showed a touch of sadness, "I never thought I would forget everything, even our past together, I’m sorry."
Lu Moqing suppressed his temper, watching her acting in front of him.
Even if she played the role of an amnesiac well, she had forgotten one important point: a person’s temperant does not change even if they lose their mory.
The real Qiao Xu, even if she lost her mory, would not exhibit such a White Lotus appearance in front of him.
Lu Moqing gave her a cold glance, indifferently removing her hand from his arm and said:
"You have been missing for half a month, and your health is not good. You need proper care. We can talk about our past when you naturally rember it. It’s too long of a story for now."
You’re not worthy of knowing the story between Qiao Xu and .
Lu Moqing’s gaze darkened.
If not for fearing that this woman might know Qiao Xu’s whereabouts, he would have killed her by now.
"Qiao Xu" had a clearly disappointed expression on her face.
This rare private ti with Lu Moqing, she could not let it go just like that.
She put her hand on Lu Moqing’s hand again, her gaze full of expectation as she looked at him and said:
"Can you just tell a little bit, so that I can feel a sense of belonging?"
She bit her lower lip, looking wronged as she looked at Lu Moqing, her tone obviously flirtatious.
The sa face and voice, if it were Qiao Xu talking to him like this, he would of course be happy. However, the person in front of him was just an imposter.
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