CEO Wants To Marry Me After Divorce
Chapter 112. I slapped him with the back of my hand.

Chapter 112: 112. I slapped him with the back of my hand.

"Alright, alright, go ahead and take good care of her."

Old Lady was overjoyed, her smile beaming. Though she was curious about why her grandson had brought Xuxu home, she saw it as a great opportunity for them to mend their rift. Of course, she was wise enough not to interfere.

Lu Moqing carried Qiao Xu back to their bedroom and helped her take off her coat and shoes. Throughout the process, Qiao Xu slept soundly, though her face remained tense, appearing quite uncomfortable.

Lu Moqing went to the bathroom, brought out a basin of hot water, and half-squatted beside Qiao Xu, wiping her face for her.

Qiao Xu, unhappy about being disturbed during her sleep, raised her hand to push away Lu Moqing’s hand. "Go away, don’t bother me."

Her low voice carried a hint of complaint, like a stubborn little wildcat, making Lu Moqing at a loss whether to laugh or sob.

Apart from a few chance encounters in their childhood, he had known Qiao Xu for over eight years. This was the first time he had seen her like this.

She was not the submissive and tender woman she had been during their three years of marriage, nor the assertive and overbearing woman she had become after their reunion four years later. Drunk Qiao Xu seemed more like a child.

He wrung out the towel once more, holding Qiao Xu’s outstretched hand, and continued wiping her face, his actions so gentle it left one tongue-tied.

Aunt Zhang, who brought the hangover soup, stood at the door with the door ajar, watching as her noble young master tenderly wiped the Young Mistress’s face—a sight she had never seen before.

If it wasn’t for witnessing how he had neglected the Young Mistress during those three years, Aunt Zhang might have even believed the young master truly loved her.

It took a while for Aunt Zhang to come to her senses and she walked in with light steps. "Young master, the hangover soup is ready."

"Just put it down."

Lu Moqing didn’t stop his movements, continuing to wipe Qiao Xu’s face while responding to Aunt Zhang offhandedly.

After placing the hangover soup down, Aunt Zhang left and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

"Old Madam, Old Madam, something big has happened!"

As soon as Aunt Zhang went downstairs, she hurriedly went to report what she had just seen upstairs to Old Lady.

"What’s wrong? Did the young master hurt the Young Mistress?"

Seeing Aunt Zhang’s ghost-like expression, Grandma Lu’s heart skipped a beat. She jumped up from the sofa, thinking that if that rascal dared to lay a hand on Xuxu, she would go up and break his legs.

"No...no..."

Aunt Zhang thought to herself that if the young master really hurt the Young Mistress, her expression would not have been so terrified.

"Young master...he’s washing the Young Mistress’s face and wiping her body, he..."

Aunt Zhang vividly relayed the scene she had seen in Lu Moqing’s room to Grandma Lu. The Old Lady was beaming with joy, her smile seemingly about to leap out from her eyes.

"Good, good, very good."

Grandma Lu repeated the word ’good’ several times. "Now that the little rascal has figured it out, I can die in peace."

"Old Madam, don’t say such inauspicious words. The young master and Young Mistress reconciled; they might even give you a great-grandchild to raise. Don’t talk about death."

"Yes, yes, that’s right, what you say is right. I, the old lady, have been waiting for half a lifetime. Isn’t it just to hold a chubby great-grandchild?"

At this moment, Lu Moqing was unaware that his grandmother and the maid had already jumped from the conclusion of him washing Qiao Xu’s face to imagining having a great-grandchild. After he finished washing Qiao Xu’s face, seeing that the hangover soup had cooled down, he went over and woke Qiao Xu up.