CEO Wants To Marry Me After Divorce
Chapter 284. Plotting to murder the ex-husband

Chapter 284: 284. Plotting to murder the ex-husband

Fortunately, this hotel was well-equipped, even the first aid kit had all sorts of emergency supplies. Qiao Xu took out some necessary items and quickly walked over to Lu Moqing to help him with his wound.

"Take your hand off."

She spoke in a low voice, and Lu Moqing cooperated by letting go. The sight of the wound and the bright red blood seemed to stab both of Qiao Xu’s eyes, causing her to gasp involuntarily.

There was a large gash in his forehead and a simple bandage would not suffice. "It needs stitches."

Qiao Xu looked at him, her voice trembling so much that she didn’t even realize it.

"Alright."

Without any hesitation, Lu Moqing agreed, his deep black pupils like a bottomless pool, as if they could draw Qiao Xu in or even calm her down in an instant.

"You can do it, just stitching a few needles, right Dr. Qiao?"

Lu Moqing’s lips curved into a smile.

Qiao Xu did not answer, instead, she turned around and took out medical needle and thread from the first aid kit. After carefully disinfecting the wound, she said to Lu Moqing, "There’s no anesthesia, just bear with it."

"Alright."

Qiao Xu held the needle, feeling as if she was back to being a fresh graduate interning at a hospital, even worse.

The moment the needle touched his skin, her hand was trembling.

"Xuxu?"

Seeing that Qiao Xu hadn’t started, Lu Moqing looked at her and saw her nervous expression. He grinned and called out to her.

Slowly meeting his eyes, Qiao Xu pursed her lips and asked, "Are you scared?"

Lu Moqing’s smile froze at the corners of his mouth. Then, he chuckled lightly, "Are you scared?"

His bloodstained hand held hers, which held the needle, his voice sinking deeper, "A surgeon who can save someone from the Ghost Gate, would be scared of a small thing like stitching?"

His gaze, sharp as a knife’s edge, reached the depths of Qiao Xu’s eyes, as if something was stuck in his heart, just like his sticky palm sticking to her hand.

"Xuxu, you’re worried about me."

Lu Moqing’s eyes lost their laughter, and his deep and sharp gaze focused on Qiao Xu’s face as he spoke.

He wasn’t asking her a question, but stating a fact with certainty.

Qiao Xu was startled by his words, and her hand with the needle in it jerked violently. When she looked into Lu Moqing’s confident black eyes, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

"Since you’re not scared, I won’t be polite."

As soon as she finished speaking, she unceremoniously jabbed the needle into the flesh of his forehead. Lu Moqing, who had not prepared himself for the pain, gasped sharply.

"Qiao Xu, are you trying to murder your husband?"

"President Lu misunderstood, at most it’s just murdering an ex-husband."

Perhaps because she felt provoked by Lu Moqing’s words, Qiao Xu became much more skilled in her stitching.

Lu Moqing, having heard her call him President Lu again, naturally thought of the moment when she instinctively called out his name earlier in the underground garage. The tension, panic, and long-lost affection seemed to burst out of her in an instant.

"Just now, when we were downstairs, you kept calling me Moqing."

His voice was unexpectedly hoarse, causing Qiao Xu, who was stitching his wound, to feel a sudden tremor in her heart.