Qiao Xu looked at the fury in his eyes and sneered sarcastically, "It's surprising that you hate me so much to go to such lengths to ruin my good fortune."
"Your good fortune?"
Anger burst from Mo Qing's hoarse voice.
"Going behind your husband's back to meet another man's parents – is that what you call a good thing?"
He gripped Qiao Xu's jaw, his fingertips tightening due to his anger, "Qiao Xu, you're not even divorced yet, and you're already so impatient?"
"Yes, if I wasn't in a hurry, why would I even get divorced?"
Qiao Xu went along with his words, shaking off Lu Moqing's hand on her jaw and facing him with her arms crossed.
"President Lu, you seem to have forgotten something."
Her sudden words made Lu Moqing pause, unsure of her meaning.
"This is a banquet in upper-class society, a public place. Aren't you worried that people will find out how much you care about me and learn that I am your wife? Weren't you always unwilling to disclose my identity?"
