CEO Wants To Marry Me After Divorce
Chapter 332. Why bother?

Chapter 332: 332. Why bother?

"Lu Moqing."

Qiao Xu endured her patience, holding the door frame, preventing Lu Moqing from pushing in, yet not having enough strength to close the door.

Both of them stood there, one inside and one outside, neither of them giving in to the other.

"Let me in."

Lu Moqing’s voice carried a hint of hoarseness, as well as some ambiguous emotions mixed in.

"Say whatever you want to say here."

She coldly spoke, deliberately ignoring the deepening blood on the gauze wrapped around his forehead.

"Let me in."

Lu Moqing’s voice became colder, and there was a touch of impatience and intolerance in the depth of his eyes.

It was then that Qiao Xu noticed a faint smell of alcohol on Lu Moqing. It wasn’t obvious, but it could still be detected upon closer sniffing.

"Did you drink?"

She frowned and couldn’t help but ask.

Only because she noticed that the blood on his forehead seemed to have deepened in color.

Lu Moqing hesitated for a moment, nodded, thought about it, and then added, "Just a little."

As if afraid that Qiao Xu would be angry, there was some helplessness on his handsome face when he said this.

Seeing that Qiao Xu was just staring at him coldly without saying anything, Lu Moqing’s heart, which was already hanging, sank further.

"Let me in, we need to talk."

He spoke with a hoarse voice, and on his originally helpless handsome face, there was a touch of dominance and overbearing.

Qiao Xu was about to refuse, but when she saw the gradually whitening of his face, she swallowed the refusal that had reached her lips.

Her hand on the door frame loosened, "Come in."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the sofa without looking at Lu Moqing again, feeling annoyed that she could still be so easily softened by him.

Lu Moqing saw her agreement, and his face showed joy. On his forehead, the pain from the wound seemed to lessen as well.

"What do you want to say to me?"

Seeing him close the door and walk in, Qiao Xu sat on the sofa, looking at him and asked.

Before he could speak, she added, "If you want to talk about remarriage, there’s no need. It’s impossible for us to remarry."

The words in Lu Moqing’s mouth were blocked by her. Her gaze and her tone were so determined that he felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness.

He looked at Qiao Xu and was silent for a long time, pressing his aching heart, and sat down weakly in front of her.

"Are you still bothered by Su Rou?"

He pinched his brow, and the pain from the wound on his forehead spread, making his mood increasingly irritable.

Once again hearing the name Su Rou from Lu Moqing’s mouth, Qiao Xu calmed down a bit and just looked at him coldly, saying, "No. I know you don’t like Su Rou, and it’s nothing to do with her. You’ve said it many times."

Her tone was very calm, making it impossible for Lu Moqing to see any fluctuations. Those clear pupils, like a clear spring, could be seen to the bottom with just one glance.

She had no concealment, no insincere words, but genuinely did not care about Su Rou’s presence.

Lu Moqing’s heart was more flustered than ever before, with a pain emanating from deep within it, overshadowing the burning pain on his forehead.

If she was still as concerned about Su Rou as she used to be, perhaps he could still delude himself into thinking that there was a place for him in her heart. But she didn’t care about anything anymore.