001. Pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman

Lu Residence.

In the bathroom, the sound of water echoed, and under the warm white light, white mist filled the air, enveloping a faint silhouette.

"Click—"

The unlocked bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, startling Qiao Xu who was taking a shower.

She quickly grabbed the towel nearby and wrapped herself in it, turned off the hot water, and the white mist gradually dispersed, revealing the handsome face of the man at the door.

At this moment, his face was full of coldness, and those ice-cold eyes were fixed on her.

"Mo... Mo Qing?"

Seeing the man in front of her, Qiao Xu couldn't suppress the surprise on her face, obviously not expecting him to return at this time.

Lu Moqing closed the door, walked towards her with a cold face, and in those normally aloof eyes, a chilling coldness was gathering, step by step, approaching Qiao Xu.

"Mo Qing…"

Before she could finish speaking, her body was suddenly yanked by Lu Moqing and slammed against the washbasin behind her, her waist hitting the marble countertop, causing her to frown in pain.

The towel on her body was mercilessly ripped off by Lu Moqing, and as she looked at him sharply, her hands instinctively covered her front, "Mo Qing, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing, can't you guess?"

The sharp thin lips pulled into a cruel, bloodthirsty arc.

His well-defined fingers unbuttoned his shirt, dropping buttons that clattered on the floor. Each sound seemed to hit Qiao Xu's body.

Lu Moqing's eyes were terrifying, and Qiao Xu had never seen him so fierce before.

"Mo Qing, let me go!"

Her wrist was held by Lu Moqing, making it impossible to move. The increasing strength on her wrist made Qiao Xu frown even harder.

"What? Now that you're in front of me, you start pretending again?"

Pretending?

Qiao Xu's heart ached sharply at this word uttered by Lu Moqing.

Three years, they had been married for three years. Was everything she had done in Lu Moqing's eyes just pretending?

"You're so eager to tell Grandma, so tonight I'll do as you wish. After tonight, you better keep your mouth shut!"

Qiao Xu didn't know what she'd done to upset Lu Moqing tonight, but every word he said was like countless knives stabbing deep into her heart.

She struggled, trying to escape from under Lu Moqing, but he was like an enraged beast, wanting to devour her. No matter how hard she tried, she was powerless in front of him.

It was the same whether it was this moment or her feelings for him over the years.

With a bitter smile curling up from the corner of her lips, she stopped struggling.

Feeling the person beneath him giving in, Lu Moqing's movement paused slightly in his anger, and his gaze fell on Qiao Xu.

The bitterness in her eyes suddenly pierced the deepest part of his heart, an area he didn't want anyone to touch. His beautiful eyebrows instantly furrowed in the next moment.

But thinking of what she had done to him in the past, the suppressed anger surged again.