At this very mont, Su Rou deeply realized this truth.
From the mont she walked in, Lu Moqing’s gaze towards Qiao Xu had always been gentle and indulgent, even though she blatantly angered Lu Xintong, he didn’t say a word to her, nor did he frown at all.
"Are you done talking? If so, leave."
Without a hint of pity, Lu Moqing’s voice echoed in the room. He didn’t look at Su Rou from start to finish, but the intention to drive her away was clearly unmasked.
Snapping out of her earlier shock, Su Rou took a deep breath and managed to suppress her jealousy before walking to Lu Moqing.
"Moking, don’t be mad at Tongtong. It’s all my fault. I saw your injury this morning and ntioned it to Tongtong, but I never expected her to be so worried about you and rushed over here like this."
Su Rou initially wanted to tell Lu Moqing how worried and concerned she was about him, hoping he would be more lenient. However, at her words, Lu Moqing simply sneered dismissively.
"You really are nosy."
In his speech, there was a generous amount of disgust and annoyance.
Su Rou never imagined that her good intentions would be seen as ddling by Lu Moqing, and her face rapidly paled again.
Her eyes reddened as she looked at Lu Moqing, filled with sadness and grievance.
Biting her lower lip tightly, it seed that only by doing this could she control her emotions and prevent herself from crying.
"Sor...Sorry, I was being ddleso."
She pursed her lips and walked to Lu Xintong’s side, whispering quietly to her, "Tongtong, I think I should leave first."
"Go? Why should you leave? It’s that slut Qiao Xu who should get out!"
Lu Xintong pulled Su Rou back, seeing her grievance-filled face, she was filled with the urge to tear Qiao Xu into pieces.
"Lu Xintong!"
Lu Moqing’s face was extrely gloomy and terrifying at this mont, as if with one more word from Lu Xintong, he could push her right off the roof.
"Since you feel so much grievance for Miss Su, why don’t you let Song Yu take good care of her?"
Su Rou’s gaze shot towards Lu Moqing, her body trembling from the shock of his words.
What did Lu Moqing an by that?
In his eyes, was she, Su Rou, only fit to be a kicked-around mistress?
Did she have no right to be soone’s legitimate wife, a true madam of a wealthy family?
Even if she, Su Rou, was inferior in so ways, she was still the legitimate Second Miss of the Qiao’s. she was much more distinguished than that lowlife Qiao Xu. How could he just kick her to soone else?
anwhile, Lu Xintong stared at him incredulously with widened eyes, stomping her foot angrily, "Brother, what are you talking about? Song Yu is my husband! What kind of bad idea is this?!"
"Oh? Not willing to give up your own husband, but you’re willing to target other people’s husbands?"
Lu Moqing’s lips curled up, his cold eyes growing even more chilling, "Do you need , your brother, to teach you the principle of not imposing on others what you don’t want for yourself?"
With his words, his pitch-black pupils shrank slightly, and the warning in his eyes sent a shiver down Lu Xintong’s spine.
It seed that if she persisted in this, he would actually force Xiao Rou into Song Yu’s bed.
What a joke!
Lu Xintong felt both anxious and angry, but she was helpless against her brother.
She knew that if she continued to stay, she would only humiliate herself more, and there was nothing her ruthless brother wouldn’t do.
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