Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Lu Qi’er had sex with a man, who could the man be? Other than Gu Mohan, there seemed to be no one else left.

Tang Mo’er’s beautiful face paled in an instant. Though she knew that he had to do it for the antidote, she still couldn’t accept that fact that he did it.

The thought of him pressing himself down on Lu Qi’er made a nauseous feeling grip her stomach and twist it in angry knots. It made her want to throw up.

Lin Ruoxi then walked over, her entire countenance smug and arrogant. “Tang Mo’er, have you heard? Brother Mohan belongs to Sister Qi’er, they are not only engaged but also slept with each other already. Please have some dignity, you shouldn’t continue to be a shameless homewrecker!”

Homewrecker?

This word reverberated through Tang Mo’er’s mind on an endless repeat and left a bitter taste in her mouth. Glaring at Lin Ruoxi and Lu Qi’er, she suppressed the anger simmering below the surface. The two were totally messed up and had twisted morals. Taking the high road, she calmly replied, “The heavens are watching, the homewrecker would naturally have a guilty conscience.”

“You!”

Fu Qinglun and Huo Beichen then walked over from the front.

“Mo’er, let’s not care about them. It’s been a long day, let’s head back to our room. We can have a proper rest.” Lin Shiyu spoke and guided Mo’er towards the rooms.

“Okay.”

“Mrs Fu, whose room are you entering?” A deep and magnetic voice was heard and Fu Qinglun’s tall stature appeared.

Tang Mo’er lifted her head and looked towards Fu Qinglun. All she could see was Fu Qinglun’s cold gaze that was fixated on her.

Tang Mo’er was at a loss for words.

Why did she feel like she was caught red-handed having an illicit affair?

For the first time in her life, Fu Qinglun made her feel like she was an adulterer, who was doing something dirty and shameless.

But Tang Mo’er brushed it off and her clear and beautiful eyes were filled with craftiness. Hmm, was Fu Qinglun jealous?

Last time, she had been made out to be a pervert when she had only held Lin Shiyu’s hands. Now that Shiyu was going to sleep in her room, Fu Qinglun couldn’t hold it in. His expression and palpable frustration almost made her want to laugh out loud. It was clear he was agitated. Did Fu Qinglun fall in love with Shiyu?

“Shiyu, who do you want to sleep with tonight?” Tang Mo’er instantly hooked Lin Shiyu’s arm and asked.

Fu Qinglun’s gave Tang Mo’er a cold-eyed stare while she stuck closely to Lin Shiyu, his brown lips raised. “Mrs Fu, consider carefully before you answer.”

His words were threatening.

“Young Master Fu, you’re making Shiyu consider her words before she answers the question? Am I right to say that Young Master Fu would also like to sleep with Shiyu?”

Lin Ruoxi’s face darkened and even Lu Qi’er was evidently affected, her expression changing.

Tang Mo’er bit down on her supple lips with her white teeth, pretending to be put in a difficult position. “There are only two beds in the room, Qi Xi will take one and I’ll take one. Shiyu, you don’t have any space to sleep…”

Tang Mo’er wittily blinked her eyes with her gaze locked challengingly on Fu Qinglun. “Shiyu, we can share a bed. That’s great, I can finally hug you to sleep.”

Tang Mo’er then stretched out her arms, wanting to pull Lin Shiyu into a hug.

But she threw herself into thin air, a large palm was stretched out and held onto Lin Shiyu’s narrow wrist, pulling forcefully and had her fall into his arms instead. Like that, Tang Mo’er didn’t even manage to touch Lin Shiyu’s sleeves.

Fu Qinglun gave Tang Mo’er a ferocious glare, pulling Lin Shiyu away.

Tsk tsk, jealousy was quite unbecoming on a man.

And this Young Master Fu was an extremely jealous man!

Tang Mo’er then turned around, wanting to enter her own room.

“Mo’er.” Su Zhe made his way over.

Tang Mo’er stopped, welcoming Su Zhe with her beautifully clear eyes, “President Su, hello.”

Her greeting using ‘President Su’ widened the distance between them and he winced. Although Su Zhe had many words that he was prepared to voice out, the words remained lodged in his throat and he eventually lowered his head.

A sarcastic voice was heard, “Well, well, isn’t the stunner great at seducing men.”