The fatigue that couldn't be hidden seemed to deliver a heavy blow to Lu Moqing's heart. His hand on the doorknob unconsciously tightened.
Feeling that the person at the door didn't make any moves, Qiao Xu raised her head in confusion, and a face she never expected to see at this moment appeared in her sight.
When she decided to return to the country, she had considered the possibility of encountering Lu Moqing, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon and without any preparation.
Staring at the handsome face etched in her memory, her hands hidden under the table slightly clenched.
It took great effort for her to suppress the chaos in her heart, her gaze indifferently meeting his.
She then remembered that she had just saved Lu Xintong's life. It wasn't strange for Lu Moqing, as her brother, to appear in the hospital.
"President Lu."
Her indifferent and distant address was enough to make Lu Moqing frown.
Four years had passed, and she was no longer the Qiao Xu from his memories who always tried to please him, care for his emotions, and affectionately called him "Mo Qing."
Four years...
He had been searching for her for four years. Those four years made him understand that, when this woman was determined, she could be a hundred times more ruthless than he imagined.
Qiao Xu looked into Lu Moqing's deep eyes. Over the years, these eyes seemed to have become even more unfathomable, making them unreadable and enigmatic.
Especially when staring at her silently like this, it gave her an invisible sense of pressure.
Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, she had to find a topic to break the silence -
"There's nothing wrong with your sister's body for now. If all goes well, she should be discharged within half a month."
Lu Moqing pressed his thin lips together, still staring at her without uttering a word. This familiar pressure made it difficult for Qiao Xu to breathe.
She had thought she was already estranged from Lu Moqing after four years, but it seemed she had overestimated herself.
Not wanting to be alone with Lu Moqing in a confined space, Qiao Xu frowned and got up to leave.
Having just walked past Lu Moqing, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by him, "After four years, you're finally willing to come back?"
Qiao Xu stopped, looked up at Lu Moqing, and didn't understand the anger in his eyes at this moment.
When she left, didn't he get rid of her?
"City A is not yours, President Lu. I can come back whenever I want. Do I have to choose a specific time?"
Qiao Xu looked at Lu Moqing, sarcastically raising her eyebrows, and watched the storm gradually sweeping through those deep eyes, feeling somewhat uneasy.
"City A may not be mine, but you, Qiao Xu, are still my wife! What were you thinking when you left without a word?"
The storm in his eyes erupted, and what surprised Qiao Xu was that Lu Moqing actually cursed.
The cultured and composed President Lu, who was always polite in front of others, was actually angered into cursing by her?
Qiao Xu vaguely felt a sense of accomplishment.
"You must have forgotten, President Lu. I signed the Divorce Agreement four years ago. There's nothing between us now."
The strength on her wrist became tighter and tighter, causing Qiao Xu to frown in pain.
"Sorry, but as long as I haven't signed it, you will belong to me, Lu Moqing, for the rest of your life!"
Looking at Lu Moqing's eyes with an increasingly intense storm and his ambiguous words, Qiao Xu felt both shocked and bewildered.
Lu Moqing hadn't signed the agreement?
It had been four years, and she thought he had signed it long ago. Wasn't he desperate to get rid of her during the three years they maintained their marriage?