However, just moments ago, as he looked into her cold, indifferent eyes and the unchanging depths of her dark pupils, he didn't know why, but on impulse, he asked her, only to be promptly and decisively rejected by Qiao Xu.
Lu Moqing felt a dull ache in his chest, as well as some irritation. However, he didn't know whether he was mad at Qiao Xu or himself.
"Qiao Xu, you should be aware that if I don't want to get a divorce, you won't be able to even if you sue me."
He lowered his voice, his cold eyes slightly deepening.
Qiao Xu's lips curved into a faint, sarcastic smile, clearly aware that what Lu Moqing said was true.
"Then let's drag it out. If President Lu doesn't mind the green hat, for the sake of our marriage, I'll gladly help you flaunt it."
Lu Moqing's gaze darkened, naturally thinking of Shen Zeheng, who was at the same hospital as Qiao Xu. His eyes became even darker, adding a touch of coldness. "You have the guts to try it?"
