When she thought about how Lu Moqing ignored his deep wound for her sake, walking a long way and standing pale-faced in front of her, her heart ached unbearably.
When Lu Moqing realized that his wife cried because of this matter, he couldn’t help but feel both amused and distressed, yet even more delighted.
"It’s alright. I had bandaged it at that ti. Even if you hadn’t wasted ti with Qin Shuyi, I wouldn’t have easily let her go. Since she wanted to humiliate herself, of course, I had to let the whole world know, to satisfy her wish."
He gently patted Qiao Xu’s back, kissed her forehead, and said, "Don’t bla yourself, okay? Although the wound looks deep, it’s actually not that serious..."
"Then why didn’t you let know?"
Lu Moqing, halfway through his explanation, was interrupted by the unhappy voice of his wife.
Qiao Xu looked up at him, her eyes still a little red, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes was clear and visible.
"Since the injury wasn’t that serious, why did you conspire with the doctor to hide it from ? Do you think I, as your wife, don’t matter enough in your heart for to know about your injury?"
Lu Moqing: "..."
This accusation was frightening.
Lu Moqing didn’t dare to refute it at all. He imdiately started to apologize, "Wife, I’m sorry. Don’t be angry. Don’t ruin yourself over soone like . If you’re unhappy, just hit or scold ."
As he spoke, he grabbed Qiao Xu’s hand and hit his own wound with it.
Qiao Xu, startled, quickly pulled her hand away from him. Her face paled, and in anger, she pinched his arm hard, "Lu Moqing, do you want to die?"
"Only if you hit here will I feel the pain and learn my lesson."
Lu Moqing hugged Qiao Xu and imdiately acted obediently.
Qiao Xu’s low and self-blaming mood from just before was suppressed by his antics.
Seeing his mischievous face, she coldly humd and asked, "So, do you feel distressed for ?"
"Of course, you’re my most beloved wife. If I don’t feel distressed for you, who would I feel distressed for?"
"Most beloved wife? So, are there also ordinary second and third wives that you love?"
Lu Moqing: "..."
His wife was really picking a fight with him.
Lu Moqing looked at Qiao Xu and helplessly pinched her face, "Wife, if you don’t be so arguntative, we can be a loving couple."
Qiao Xu didn’t say anything, she just gave him a heavy, deathly stare.
Feeling a little uncomfortable under her gaze, Lu Moqing touched his own nose and added desperately-
"Of course, even if you are arguntative wife, we’re still a happy couple."
Amused by his playful appearance, Qiao Xu couldn’t help but smile, and she returned to the previous topic, saying:
"Do you really feel distressed for ?"
"Of course."
Lu Moqing answered without any hesitation. If he didn’t feel distressed for his own wife, who should he save his affections for?
"Oh, so if I hit myself, would it hurt you more than if I hit your wound? Would it hurt so much that you could die?"
Lu Moqing: "..."
She was still setting pitfalls for him to fall into.
"Don’t, please don’t hurt yourself. If you hit the wound, it will only worsen the injury. But if you hit yourself, I would feel so distressed that I might die."
"Hmph! I don’t know where you learned these sweet nothings. You’re becoming more and more eloquent."
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