The anger on his face subsided slightly, but the oppressive atmosphere around him still did not dissipate.
Xia Yumo glanced coldly at Gu Junhang, a mocking expression on her face. "I was saying, what’s wrong with your horrible mother?"
She thought he was upset because she had called his mother horrible. She sneered coldly in her heart and held back for a while. But in the end, she couldn’t stand it anymore and said:
"Is your mom sick or sothing? Have I eaten her rice or taken her land? Why does she always cause trouble for ?"
Gu Junhang’s face darkened. He looked at Xia Yumo for a long ti before finally asking, "My mom caused trouble for you?"
"What do you think?"
Xia Yumo raised her eyebrows and laughed coldly. With her arms crossed and her chin lifted arrogantly, she said:
"Gu Junhang, I think the most unfortunate thing for must have been having a relationship with her son. But so many years have passed; why can’t she let go? Just do a favor and tell her that since I broke up with you three years ago, there’s no way I’d co back to bother you. Just tell her to leave alone."
After speaking, she stepped into the elevator, leaving Gu Junhang standing outside, looking at the slowly closing elevator door with a complex expression.
When Xia Yumo arrived downstairs, she saw Qiao Xu from afar, sitting quietly on a bench near the hospital lawn, her face expressionless.
But the truth Gu Junhang told her about eight years ago must have dealt a massive blow to her, right?
Who could accept that they had been cold-shouldered for three years because of such an inexplicable misunderstanding?
Xia Yumo hesitated for a mont, but still approached with concern.
"Xuxu."
She sat down next to Qiao Xu with a worried look. "Are you okay?"
Qiao Xu shook her head, and after a mont, laughed self-mockingly. "I just find it ridiculous."
Her voice sounded sowhat hoarse, and in the quiet night, it carried a hint of loneliness. "If he had asked about it eight years ago, or if I had asked him when he wanted a divorce, would all this trouble have been avoided?"
Xia Yumo remained silent, unsure how to answer the question.
Qiao Xu didn’t need her answer, either. She just continued, "In the end, it’s because we didn’t trust each other enough."
"He didn’t trust , and I didn’t trust him, which is why we wasted so many years."
She placed her hands on her lap, her smile bitter. "Although we were betrothed, we had no interaction. Back then, I was studying in the United States and rarely ca back. My only understanding of him ca from financial magazines."
As she said this, she laughed self-mockingly again. "When I first t Lu Moqing, I was only eight years old. I was longing for Qiao Sheng to show so affection, to spoil and accompany like the fathers of other little friends."
"But Qiao Sheng despised . Every ti I went to find him, he would drive away. I always wondered if I wasn’t as good as other kids, and that’s why Dad didn’t like ."
When she spoke these words, Qiao Xu was very calm. Even when ntioning Qiao Sheng, her emotions remained stable. Xia Yumo knew that to Qiao Xu, Qiao Sheng was now just a na.
"I sat crying by our ho’s swimming pool, and then Lu Moqing sat down next to , taking out a handkerchief to wipe away my tears."
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