Lu Moqing naturally followed, with Shen Zeheng at the other side. The gazes of the two n t for an instant, their hostility not concealed at all.
The next second, Shen Zeheng sneered, a mocking look in his eyes as he glanced at Lu Moqing’s gloomy face and said coldly, "I didn’t expect President Lu to have such a soft heart towards Xuxu, quite rare."
Lu Moqing’s icy glare swept over Shen Zeheng, his lips curling up coldly.
"Dr. Shen always seems to be so interested in my wife and I’s relationship; seems like you really have a lot of free ti. Perhaps I should ask President Shen to introduce you to more girlfriends so the doctor’s idle energy can be channeled away from other people’s wives."
Shen Zeheng’s face darkened, the hostility in his eyes deepening, "My affairs are none of your concern, President Lu."
"That’s exactly what I want to tell Dr. Shen. My affairs with Xuxu don’t need your ddling, so please respect yourself."
Shen Zeheng didn’t know that the two had already divorced. Even though he knew their relationship had long been broken, he understood that he had no right to interfere in other people’s affairs.
He gritted his teeth and refrained from arguing with Lu Moqing in the ward. After instructing the nurse, he shot Lu Moqing one last fierce glance before reluctantly leaving the ward.
Qiao Xu was still asleep, her face still pale, and her furrowed brows never relaxed.
Lu Moqing sat down beside her, his eyes filled with a touch of heartache.
Reaching out, he pulled her hand into the quilt. When his warm palm touched her icy fingertips, his heart felt a tight squeeze again.
Gazing at Qiao Xu, his usually cold eyes softened unintentionally.
"Why can’t I just let you go completely?"
He muttered quietly, looking at Qiao Xu’s haggard face.
They had already divorced, but he couldn’t accept this reality himself, let alone convince others.
When his grandma asked if he still wanted to reconcile with Qiao Xu, he remained silent.
He didn’t directly answer, but he knew in his heart that he wanted it, deeply wanted it.
Or rather, he never thought they would one day be apart.
The unexpected divorce agreent four years ago made him feel completely out of control.
Four years later, when Qiao Xu appeared in front of him again, the sense of losing control intensified.
Gradually, he realized that Qiao Xu was not soone he could easily control. On the contrary, he was the one easily influenced by her.
Even after hearing what she had done, he still couldn’t bring himself to be truly cruel to her.
So much so that even after seizing their son’s custody out of anger, he still felt a slight heartache when seeing her hateful eyes looking at him.
"Lu Moqing, give back my son! Give back my son!!"
Lost in his thoughts, he was suddenly pulled back into reality by Qiao Xu’s sudden voice.
Her face was full of disappointnt, resentnt, and sadness. Tightly closed eyes started to let out hot tears.
"Why did you take my son?! Lu Moqing, I hate you! I hate you!"
She continued to struggle non-stop, even in her sleep, the hatred on her face still not concealed.
Lu Moqing stepped forward to hold her struggling body, listening to her repeatedly shouting that she hated him, a dull ache grew in his heart.
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