He wanted everyone to know that she, Qiao Xu, was his wife, Lu Moqing, and the mistress of the Lu family.
But he knew that all his expectations and plans had to pass through the approval of the person in front of him.
If she didn't agree, all his thoughts would be nothing but daydreams.
Although Qiao Xu had vaguely guessed that Lu Moqing wanted to discuss remarriage with her, hearing him say it out loud still made her body tense ever so slightly, her heart following suit, and she stared at Lu Moqing without saying a word for a while.
Lu Moqing's fingers resting on Qiao Xu's shoulder curled up due to his nervousness, and the cold sweat in his palm had already soaked through.
Even when he had appeared in the crisis-ridden Lu family back then, trying to save the precarious Lu family, he had never been this nervous.
Seeing Qiao Xu staring at him without speaking, his heart cooled a little.
