The old lady was not an unreasonable person, nor was she soone bound by traditional notions.
She understood the reasoning behind her grandson’s words. But when she heard that Song Yu took the initiative to discuss divorce with Tongtong, she was surprised and also felt so regret.
"Do you think A Yu is really going to divorce Tongtong?"
The old lady still asked with a glimr of hope.
Seeing that Lu Moqing’s face had turned serious, he said, "Grandma, A Yu has done enough. If it were any other man, he wouldn’t have tolerated it for this long."
"We’ve seen how he treats Tongtong, and just because he’s easy to talk to doesn’t an we should let Lu Xintong continue to harm others."
Lu Moqing spoke seriously, not toning down his words even though Lu Xintong was his own younger sister.
"Regardless of whether A Yu is going to divorce Lu Xintong or not, it’s his personal decision, and we shouldn’t interfere."
"Moreover..."
At this point, Lu Moqing’s eyes turned cold. "I haven’t yet settled the scores for how she used to bully Xuxu."
Qiao Xu: "..."
Why did he have to drag her into it again?
At last, the old lady didn’t dwell on it any further, only waving her hand helplessly and said, "Forget it, let Tongtong’s fate decide. We’ve done all we can; let’s not talk about her anymore. Let’s eat."
After dinner, the old lady went back to her room to rest.
Qiao Xu eventually returned to the room with Lu Moqing. As soon as they entered the room, her body was enclosed in Lu Moqing’s arms. A soft apology sounded in her ear,
"Wife, I’m sorry."
"Hmm?"
Qiao Xu looked up at him, "Why are you apologizing out of the blue? Did you do sothing you shouldn’t have?"
Facing her gloomy question, the atmosphere that Lu Moqing had built up just now vanished.
He smiled helplessly, raising a hand to gently stroke her nose, saying:
"I just brought up Lu Xintong, and it reminded of our three-year marriage."
He pulled Qiao Xu back into his embrace, instinctively tightening his hold. The feeling of losing and regaining her was particularly strong at this mont.
"If it weren’t for my tacit approval, she wouldn’t have dared to bully you like that."
Lu Moqing had told her that before, and in fact, Qiao Xu had genuinely minded about the past.
However, in the past few months of living together, she had seen with her own eyes and felt with her own heart how Lu Moqing treated her. She wasn’t the kind of person that would ignore it all.
So, she had long let go of the past, not wanting to look like a resentful woman who constantly brought it up. It would only make matters exaggerated.
She reached out to hold Lu Moqing’s face, rubbing it vigorously, and asked:
"Do you know you were wrong?"
"I know."
Lu Moqing smiled, gripping her hand with a serious expression.
"Since you know it was wrong, treat better in the future. Don’t make angry or sad."
"I won’t. If I ever make you angry or sad again, you can kick out and let hit the streets as a beggar, all alone."
Qiao Xu was amused by his words. Looking at his mischievous face, she sternly said:
"Before kicking you out to beg, I’ll have to destroy your face with concentrated sulfuric acid first. Otherwise, who knows which rich woman would take a fancy to your face and want to keep you as a lover."
Lu Moqing: "..."
His wife really had a ruthless side.
"I, Qiao Xu, won’t let any other woman benefit from a man I’ve been with, even if he’s ruined."
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