1747. Shall we get married?

"Xuxu!"

Lu Moqing instinctively wanted to stop her, but after watching her swallow the medicine, his heart was filled with both fear and a bit of anticipation.

Qiaoxu gave him a relaxed smile and said:

"Don't worry."

She held Lu Moqing's hand and said:

"You say, he lacks nothing and has no grudge against us, so why would he want to harm me, right?"

If Gu Junhao really just wanted to gain his brother's and parents' recognition, as she guessed, he would be even less likely to choose to harm her at this time.

Lu Moqing let out a cold hum but didn't respond to Qiaoxu's words. However, his heart was slightly convinced by her words.

"In fact, the person who drugged me back then wasn't him. If he hadn't come to me voluntarily to tell me about this, I might have gone a lifetime without knowing what had happened to me. Even if I died, I would die without knowing the truth."

"Since he doesn't want anything, he must really want to cure me of the poison."