Mo Qingcheng's eyes locked onto Wei Juemi, his gaze intense. "I understand what you mean, but I won't let anyone hurt her," The determination in his eyes left Wei Juemi speechless.
Wei Juemi's playfulness overshadowed his seriousness as he gasped, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed. "Don't tell me you got over her... Don't tell me you got married because she got married to that jerk, Li Jiqiang?" Wei Juemi's voice was laced with amusement and surprise.
Mo Qingcheng's expression turned puzzled, and he frowned. "What are you talking about, Juemi?" His deep voice was tinged with confusion.
Wei Juemi threw a file onto Mo Qingcheng's desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Have you gotten over her?" he asked, his eyebrow raised in a query. Mo Qingcheng opened the file, and his eyes scanned the contents before a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.
"This is my wife," Mo Qingcheng said, his voice low and smooth, a smile playing on his lips. Wei Juemi's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape.
"You mean... she didn't marry Li Jiqiang?" Wei Juemi's voice trailed off, his face a picture of a stunned surprise. Mo Qingcheng's smile grew wider, and he nodded.
The shock on Wei Juemi's face was almost comical, his eyes darting between Mo Qingcheng and the file on the desk. "She's your wife... but I thought..." Wei Juemi's words faltered, and he shook his head, a mixture of confusion and amusement on his face.