Lu Moqing didn’t let go of her hand after hearing her words, but instead slightly pulled her into his embrace. Feeling her resistance and struggle, he tightened his hold.
"Wife, please let out."
He buried his face in Qiao Xu’s shoulder, fearing that she would run away. His arms wrapped around her waist unconsciously tightened.
Qiao Xu’s originally resistant movents stopped because of his inexplicable words.
"I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please let out, okay?"
Hugging Qiao Xu, his muffled voice sounded even more wronged than hers.
Qiao Xu didn’t understand what he ant and couldn’t help asking when he repeated it:
"What do you an, let you out?"
Lu Moqing removed his face from Qiao Xu’s shoulder and looked down at her cold eyes, wronged:
"You blocked my phone number, and I haven’t heard your voice all day. It makes uncomfortable."
Qiao Xu: "..."
"I know I was wrong."
He still felt suffocated, especially when he thought of her unusual relationship with Shen Zeheng. It made him even more uncomfortable.
But compared to this, having his wife ignore him would make him feel worse than death. So he hurriedly apologized and sought forgiveness first.
Seeing Qiao Xu standing in his arms, unmoved, he pursed his lips and explained dryly:
"That woman in the picture is Shu Rui, the wife of the forr president of Xiangtian Group. Yesterday, she almost slipped, and because she’s pregnant, I helped her."
Qiao Xu listened to his one-by-one explanation. Although she was upset about the photo, she wasn’t angry. She knew Shu Rui had nothing to do with Lu Moqing.
What angered her were the words Lu Moqing said yesterday. The more she recalled them, the colder her heart felt.
"I see."
Hearing Qiao Xu’s response, "I know her na is Shu Rui, and I know she’s Xiang Boyi’s wife, I didn’t misunderstand your relationship with her."
She lifted herself from his embrace, her face still cold, "Can you let go now?"
"Not yet."
Lu Moqing shook his head, and his arms silently tightened further.
"I shouldn’t have said those words yesterday to make you angry..."
He pursed his lips, hesitated for a mont, and continued: "I’m just... just afraid, afraid that you’ll really throw away and not want anymore..."
Qiao Xu’s face stiffened at Lu Moqing’s straightforward inner thoughts, and the coldness on her face softened at this mont.
"Yesterday’s news about Shu Rui and , I wanted to explain to you, but also hoped that you would co and ask about it. But you didn’t ask anything, which made involuntarily feel that maybe you don’t care about . Because you don’t care, there’s no need to ask about such an affair rumor..."
"I thought a lot and waited all day, but nothing ca."
He had been holding these words for a day wanting to tell her, to let her know his inner confusion and uneasiness. But once spoken, he felt it was too serious.
Qiao Xu was sowhat dumbfounded by Lu Moqing’s words, never expecting him to think that way.
She didn’t ask because she was afraid he would think she was suspicious and didn’t trust him. But he thought her not asking ant she didn’t care about him and didn’t mind him being entangled with other won.
If Lu Moqing kept his usual arrogance and didn’t clarify these words with her, would the misunderstanding between the two of them, like before, grow bigger and bigger due to a small misunderstanding?
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