Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Madam Fu was extremely upset. Her hopes to have a grandson were dashed before she even had a chance to celebrate.

“Qinglun, what exactly happened? Where did you bring Shiyu to? Why was she so badly affected?”

Mrs Fu tugged Fu Qinglun’s sleeve several times and beat her hands against him, angry tears flowing down her cheeks. “This was your son and your woman. Is this what you do by protecting them? Men in the Fu family are not like you. You’ve really disappointed us! Shiyu has suffered so much. How am I ever going to explain to our in-laws?”

Fu Qinglun let Madam Fu continue hammering her fists against him. It was his fault that their baby was gone. His fault he had lost their son. If he did not take Lin Shiyu over there for Lu Qi’er, none of this would have happened.

He could feel how much the baby yearned to come to this world, however…

“Madam Fu, Young Master Fu, don’t be too sad. Mrs Fu is still young. As long as she takes care of herself, she can give birth once again,” the doctor comforted them.

At this moment, the nurse pushed Lin Shiyu out.

Fu Qinglun immediately came to Lin Shiyu’s side. Her eyes were closed and her face was extremely pale.

The nurse pushed her into the ward.

…

Madam Fu stood in front of the hospital bed and held Lin Shiyu’s hands. With tears streaking down her face, she comforted, “Shiyu, the baby is gone. It seems our family had no fate with him. Don’t think of anything for now. Recuperate first, okay? You have to take care of yourself. A miscarriage is very damaging to a woman’s body, you need to go through a month of confinement to recover.”

Lin Shiyu closed her eyes. It looked as if she had fallen asleep, however, tears continued to flow from the corner of her closed eyes.

Fu Qinglun stood by the bedside. He stretched out his left hand slowly, wanting to touch her face.

However, just as his hand was one centimeter away from her face, his hand suddenly stopped mid-air. He clenched his fists upon seeing her tears. It hurt him seeing her tear up, his heart shattered into a million jagged pieces.

He didn’t dare to touch her.

She was so close, yet so far.

She said that people who did not love each other would not make it to the end…

She said, ” let’s divorce…”

Let’s divorce…

Fu Qinglun’s eyes turned bloodshot, his face sullen and filled with grief. He hated himself so much he wished he could just kill himself.

“Young Master Fu,” the doctor approached him, “Your right arm is still injured. The bullet is still in your flesh, you will need to undergo an operation to remove the bullet immediately, or your arm will be paralyzed.”

Although Madam Fu had blamed Fu Qinglun repeatedly, she looked at him and said, “Qinglun, I’ll be here to take care of Shiyu. Go for your operation.”

After all, he was still her son.

Fu Qinglun did not move, but continued staring at the woman, not wanting to leave.

Lin Shiyu did not open her eyes, nor did she open her mouth to speak. It looked as though she had really fallen asleep.

Madam Fu cupped her mouth with her hand. She knew Qinglun was waiting for a word of concern from Shiyu.

As long as Shiyu told him to go for the operation, he would immediately go.

However, Shiyu remained silent.

Fu Qinglun was extremely disheveled. The blood on his right arm had coagulated into a gory mess. His fringe had already fallen and covered his face. He smiled faintly. Now that the baby was gone he could only make it up to her by giving her his arm.

As she was hurting, he would accompany her and share the burden.

Baby, daddy and mommy love you.

…

In the Champagne Apartment.

In the room, a dim light on the cabinet illuminated a faint glow that accompanied the warm and intimate atmosphere in the room.

The man’s muscular body was pressed against the body of the woman. The blanket covered the both of them, the man’s lips kissed the woman’s cherry lips repetitively and he acted like a beast in bed.

At this moment, a melodious ringtone sounded. The man had an incoming phone call.

Tang Mo’er eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes. Her tiny face was blushing red, her delicate eyebrows which were as perfect as an artist’s masterpiece, were extremely beautiful like a begonia and bewitching to the man.

She placed her hands onto his broad chest and whispered softly, “Darling, your phone…”

Gu Mohan stopped kissing her and held her body which resembled a little water snake, “Wait…”

He finally stopped after two minutes and combed the woman’s bangs. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, he kissed her and sat at the edge of the bed.

“Hello…”

The man’s voice was hoarse, tinged with a decadent sexiness. His upper body was still naked and there were several red scratches on his skin. His shoulder and back muscles were defined, his body strong and looked extremely sexy.

There was a sheen of sweat on his body, with the tiny beads on his forehead. He looked wild and untamed, making him even more attractive.

Once the weight on her body disappeared, Tang Mo’er gasped for air once again and curled herself up. She was exhausted.

She had experienced his peak sexual desire on their wedding night. He really belonged to a breed of wolfhounds with his immense strength and endurance.

“… Alright.” Gu Mohan muttered in a deep voice and threw the phone onto the bed. He got up and stood by the bed, grabbing paper towels to wipe the woman’s body.

“Mo’er, I need to make a trip down to the hospital. Stay home and rest,” he murmured in her ear.

Hospital?

Tang Mo’er felt confused. She asked anxiously, “What’s wrong? Who is in the hospital? What happened?”

Although Gu Mohan did not have much expression on his face, his clenched jaw and tenseness betrayed his concern.

“An’an and Lin Shiyu are both in hospital. An’an has been stabbed and while Lin Shiyu seems to have experienced a miscarriage.”

“What?!!!” Tang Mo’er got up immediately from the bed. Both Shiyu and An’an were in hospital?! In a matter of seconds her eyes turned red from panic.

“What happened? I’m going to the hospital with you. I want to go now!”

Gu Mohan caressed her flushing skin and reasoned with her, “Mo’er, listen to me. I can bring you there, but you’re not allowed to cry.”

Her nose was stuffy and her eyes were rimmed with red, it was clear she was about to cry.

“Mm, I won’t cry, I promise I won’t cry.” Tang Mo’er nodded her head profusely, though her lips continued to tremble.

Gu Mohan took a black coat and put it on her, covering her delicate body and the plethora of love bites adorning her skin. He grabbed her small hands.

“Let’s go.”

…

In the hospital.

Gu Mohan brought Tang Mo’er to the hospital. When they reached the entrance of the corridor, Gu Mohan spotted a morose figure standing there all alone.

Fu Qinglun.