Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle Novel - Chapter 825

Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Qinglun and smiled. “Young Master Fu, I’m not interested to know whether you have bedded Lu Qi’er or not. I’m just curious to know why your perception of beauty is so low? Is this what they call poor taste? This Lu Qi’er is no virgin and has already spent so much effort in seducing your good friend, President Gu, only to end up in bed with a fool and even got herself pregnant. Young Master Fu, how can you be attracted to such a woman?

 “During these three years of her so-called popularity, who knows how many sexual favors she has provided. Seeing that we were once a married couple, I’ll like to remind Young Master Fu to go for regular medical check-ups, in case you’ve contracted AIDS!

 “Of course, lastly I’ve to congratulate Young Master Fu. Young Master Fu has spent numerous years transforming from the spare-tire to the male lead in your romantic relationships now. Of course I must applaud and cheer for you. Young Master Fu is really too… inspiring!”

 2Silence. There was silence all around after these words were uttered.

 “…”

 Lu Qi’er’s face was a mixture of red and white. She felt insulted and completely humiliated. This Lin Shiyu was practically tearing her skin apart.

2Puff.

 Gu Mohan was unable to control his laughter. He had said that women could not be offended, especially this formidable combination of Tang Mo’er and Lin Shiyu.

 This formidable pair was very invincible and their words were piercingly sharp. It was no wonder that Fu Qinglun could not handle Lin Shiyu, because Lin Shiyu was simply too hard to handle.

 At this moment, Gu Mohan felt a sharp and cold gaze riveted on his face. He looked up and saw Fu Qinglun glaring at him.

 The meaning behind the glare was apparent – You still dare to laugh!

So Gu Mohan picked up his glass and sipped his wine elegantly. When Fu Qinglun looked at Lin Shiyu, his countenance was extremely grim.

Lin Shiyu did not bother with the man looking at her. “Mo’er, let’s go.”

 Tang Mo’er felt appeased and she wanted to praise Shiyu. “Alright, Shiyu, let’s go.”

The two women turned around. Just then, a large hand reached over and grasped Tang Mo’er’s slender wrist. “Mo’er, don’t go.”

 Tang Mo’er turned her head. Gu Mohan’s handsome and refined face grew larger in her vision.

 Gu Mohan was pulling her back.

 The last time she had gone to the club to look for gigolos, he had ravaged her in the washroom. Following that, he had brought her home to torment her for one entire night, which resulted in her not being able to get down from bed the next day.

 He was satisfied and had managed to vent his anger on her, but Tang Mo’er had not bothered with him ever since. After so many days of cold treatment, her anger should have dissipated.

 2Tang Mo’er glanced down at the man’s hand which was grasping her wrist. “President Gu, we don’t know each other well. Let go.”

Gu Mohan did not release her. A seductive smile played on his sexy lips. “I only just bedded you a few days ago, and you’re saying we don’t know each other well?”

 Tang Mo’er curved her red lips. “President Gu is undoubtedly buddies with Young Master Fu. The word ‘scum’ can be used to describe the two of you.”

“…”

 Fu Qinglun thought, ‘What does this have to do with me?’

Pursing his lips, Gu Mohan looked at Fu Qinglun impassively. “He and I are both different people and we don’t mix together. You can hate him, but don’t take out your anger on me.”

 “…” Fu Qinglun thought, “Gu Mohan, you are indeed capable!”

 Tang Mo’er forcefully withdrew her arm and flashed a bright smile. “No, President Gu can continue to fool around with Young Master Fu and the questionable company he keeps. Shiyu and I are going to have fun with those young and handsome chaps. Ciao!”

 Upon hearing these words, Gu Mohan knitted his brows. “What do you mean?”

 “What I meant is that President Gu is also a senior now. Go away, I don’t have time to fool around with you.”

 After speaking, Tang Mo’er pulled Lin Shiyu away.

 Looking at the women’s pretty retreating backs, Gu Mohan’s handsome and refined face was extremely darkened. He could compete with Fu Qinglun to see whose face was darker.

Fu Qinglun felt slightly mollified. Heh. Gu Mohan had also been equally subjected to ridicule and mockery.

 “Qinglun, don’t listen to Shiyu spouting rubbish. I didn’t provide any sexual favors. I’m still innocent and pure…”

 1Fu Qinglun withdrew his strong arm, looked at Lu Qi’er and smiled. “Don’t worry, Qi’er. I know best what type of person you are.”

His words were deep and meaningful. On the surface, it sounded like he was comforting her, but if one were to listen carefully, it sounded like he was criticizing her.

 Lu Qi’er gave two short laughs politely in embarrassment.

 …

 Tang Mo’er and Lin Shiyu had returned to their seats. Lin Shiyu asked, “Mo’er, why isn’t An’an here yet?”

 “Let me give her a call.” Tang Mo’er took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

 …

Champagne Residence No.1.

 In the room, a melodious cell phone ring-tone sounded. A fair hand reached for the phone and answered the call. “Hello.”

 “An’an, when are you coming? We’re still waiting for you to dance.” Tang Mo’er’s soft voice came through the phone.

 An’an was about to reply when someone knocked on the door. Auntie Su said outside the door, “Elder Miss, there’s a man outside who said he wants to see you.”

 An’an promptly turned her head towards the door. “Big Sister Mo’er, I’ll be there later. I’m going to hang up now.”

 She hung up the call, walked ahead and opened the door. “Did he say his name?”

 Aunt Su shook her head. “Elder Miss, he said you would know who he is.”

 You would know who he is.

 Cold amusement flashed across An’an’s eyes. “Let him wait. Tell him that I don’t want to see him.”

 “Yes.”

 Aunt Su went away and An’an returned to the room. She arrived at the balcony and looked down.

 There was a tall and muscular man standing in the corridor downstairs. He was wearing a black baseball cap, and dressed in a gray shirt and black trousers. The faint yellow light that shone on him was unable to soften the hardness and coldness that he exuded.

He had come here amidst the wind and snow to save his students.

 At this moment, the main door of the villa opened and Auntie Su spoke to him. The man stepped back and gradually raised his head. She was upstairs and he was downstairs.

Their eyes met.

 She could see him clearly. The man stuck both hands into his trousers pockets. His brown eyes were riveted on her. His gaze was penetrating, cold and filled with complicated emotion.

It had been three years since they last met and this forty-year-old man had not changed much, only that his features had become deeper, as if they had been chiseled by an ax. He had not shaved and there was a ring of stubble on his face, which made him exude an inexplicable sort of masculinity.

An’an felt that all the indulgent and pleasure-seeking idiosyncrasies had disappeared in him these three years. He had become very solemn and silent, and looked like he had been through more of the vicissitudes of life.

1One could tell at a glance that there was a story behind this man.

 Women were always captivated by such men.

 Retracting her gaze, An’an turned around and entered her room. She took out a set of clothes to change and prepared herself to head towards CC Bar.

 Soon after she changed into a long, beige-colored shimmery dress with spaghetti straps. The thin straps lay on her smooth shoulders. It was a bareback dress, which accentuated the perfect lines of her back and she looked ravishing.