As for shoving won at Song Yu, he might be capable of that too.
Lu Xintong was so angry that she was choked with rage. She grabbed Su Rou and turned to walk away, but she couldn’t bear to leave like this.
Her footsteps stopped at the door as she resentfully turned back to glower at Qiao Xu, who was standing by Lu Moqing’s side, looking completely indifferent. She tried to hold it in, but she couldn’t.
"Qiao Xu, what makes you so arrogant? You’re just a bully."
The supposedly bullying Qiao Xu: "..."
Did Lu Xintong, that moron, actually think that Qiao Xu was bullying Su Rou by relying on Lu Moqing?
Qiao Xu looked at Lu Xintong calmly, without a trace of emotion in her eyes—it was like she was watching a joke.
Lu Xintong felt intimidated by Qiao Xu’s gaze and didn’t even dare to et her eyes. Especially when her brother’s gloomy gaze fell on her, she felt extrely unsettled.
She stepped back and was about to leave with Su Rou when her hand suddenly found nothing to grip.
Turning her head, she saw that Su Rou had just taken two steps forward, her eyes red and misty with tears, looking pitifully at Lu Moqing:
"Mo Qing, it’s fine if you don’t like , but...how could you casually push at soone else?"
The ambiguous aning hidden in her words was quite deliberate, making Lu Moqing’s face darken further.
He looked at Qiao Xu subconsciously, as if a little nervous and afraid that she would misunderstand sothing.
However, Qiao Xu remained expressionless, as if she was rely a bystander in this farce, watching the three of them play out their scene with little interest.
Realizing this, Lu Moqing frowned and felt sowhat annoyed.
Of course, he couldn’t vent this annoyance on Qiao Xu, so he had to let whoever started this ss bear the consequence.
His eyes looked coldly at Su Rou, scaring her enough to make her heart skip a beat.
Just now, when she had said those words, she had been resentful and wanted to make Qiao Xu suffer, thinking that with the backing of the Qiao’s, even if Lu Moqing got angry, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to her.
But now, as she looked at Lu Moqing’s gaze, her heart couldn’t help but tremble, and a chill traveled down to her feet.
"Don’t worry."
Lu Moqing suddenly spoke, and his voice was unexpectedly gentle, which not only surprised Su Rou but also filled her with secret delight.
She knew that Mo Qing wouldn’t be so heartless toward her; seeing her so wronged had obviously softened his heart.
At first, she thought Lu Moqing’s "Don’t worry" was ant to comfort her, but she froze on the spot when she heard his next words.
"Even if you take the initiative to seek Song Yu, he won’t want you."
"Mo Qing..."
For once, Lu Xintong didn’t co to Su Rou’s defense, probably because she had detected the disdain in Su Rou’s words for her own husband.
Although she had always considered Su Rou her best friend, she couldn’t tolerate anyone looking down on her husband.
What did she an? The legitimate heir to the century-old Song Family, the head of the Song Group, who was rich, good-looking, and well-connected—when did it beco her turn to look down on him?
Lu Xintong was very protective, as could be seen from how she defended Su Rou fearlessly in front of Qiao Xu.
But she was even more protective of her own husband. Although she didn’t want other won to set their sights on him, it didn’t an that other won could look down on him.
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