CEO Wants To Marry Me After Divorce
Chapter 333. Why deceive yourself and others?

Chapter 333: 333. Why deceive yourself and others?

After a while, he finally recovered from this deadly pain, moved his lips, and said with a hoarse voice, "Then... why don’t you remarry me?"

For the first time, the domineering and powerful head of the Lu family knew what it was like to deceive oneself and be powerless.

"Because I don’t love you anymore."

Qiao Xu said this very calmly, as if she had stabbed Lu Moqing’s heart with a knife.

"Lu Moqing, I don’t love you anymore."

Her eyes, calmly looking directly into Lu Moqing’s cold gaze, "We once tortured each other, but now I’ve let go, really. For the sake of the child we once had together, I hope you won’t make things too difficult with me. It’s not necessary."

Every word she said was like sprinkling salt on the already scarred and painful heart of Lu Moqing, making him feel both pain and spiciness.

Lu Moqing didn’t speak, just quietly watched Qiao Xu with his cold eyes. Though having many things to say, he was forcibly deterred by Qiao Xu’s indifferent gaze.

Seeing Qiao Xu looking at him, he sighed, "Your wound has opened again, why bother?"

Like a long-lost friend, without resentment or anger, she got up, took the medicine box from the cabinet, walked up to him, and squatted down to help him tend to his wound.

Lu Moqing stared at her, not hiding or flinching, allowing Qiao Xu to help him remove the blood-soaked gauze from his forehead and withstand the stinging pain of the disinfectant on his wound without even flinching.

Qiao Xu frowned as she looked at the blood oozing out of his reopened wound.

"I need to stitch it up again. Bear with it."

Lu Moqing still didn’t respond, allowing the needle in Qiao Xu’s hand to pierce his forehead. He didn’t seem to feel much pain, not even furrowing his brow.

He silently watched Qiao Xu’s meticulous expression—their relationship now was as simple as a doctor and patient, and he could not see any hint of tenderness in her eyes.

Though she was so close to him at this moment, it made him feel frighteningly distant.

It wasn’t like this just yesterday.

Yesterday, when she was stitching him up, she was frightened and trembling. How did she change overnight?

"It’s done."

As Qiao Xu finished bandaging his wound and stood up, her hand was caught by Lu Moqing.

He looked up at Qiao Xu, his desolate eyes tinged with red, "You’re lying."

Qiao Xu startled and unconsciously said, "What?"

"You’re lying. How could you just let go that easily?"

He stood up from the sofa, towering over Qiao Xu’s calm eyes, and not only did he not let go of her hand, but he held it tighter.

Qiao Xu’s eyebrows tightened; his reddened eyes and the panic in them made her heart clench.

"Lu Moqing, be generous, stop deceiving yourself, alright?"

"Why?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Lu Moqing’s lips, combined with the striking wound on his forehead, he looked like a terrifying ghost from hell, which scared even Qiao Xu.

"Why should I be generous? Why haven’t I let go, and you have? Why should I let go? Why?!"

His emotions suddenly became agitated, and the wound on his forehead seemed to threaten to reopen.