Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

No one ever paid attention to his true hobbies and interests ever since he was born.

His life had been pre-arranged since he was the oldest grandson and the most eligible heir in the Fu family. It was pre-destined for him to not be able to do whatever he loved.

On the other hand, Fu Jingtong had a completely different destiny. He was able to learn to play the piano and invest his time in musical ventures, he had the freedom to enjoy every moment in his life.

Fu Qinglun drew his brows together, he had arrived too late. He wasn’t able to witness one of her most important moments in life.

She had gotten closer to Fu Jingtong, had she? Please don’t let her fall for Fu Jingtong. He didn’t have many things in life and he didn’t want to lose her too. His only wish was for her to stay by his side.

Please don’t leave me.

He wasn’t any lesser than Fu Jingtong, he was a genius with great intellectual capabilities and nothing was considered difficult to him. As long as he was willing to learn, he could pick things up in no time at all.

He was willing to pick up anything she fancied.

But was it too late for him to have such thoughts now?

No.

He still had a secret weapon, that would be… his secret identity, he was Zi Jun.

She had feelings for Zi Jun.

Her first song ‘Legend’, the first letter she had ever received in her life. He knew for a fact that she had feelings for Zi Jun.

She had composed the song ‘Legend’ for Zi Jun.

Her collaboration with Fu Jingtong had arrived later than the ‘Legend’ she had composed for him, by many years even.

Things were going to be fine, he would definitely be able to rekindle her feelings for him. Starting from tomorrow, he would start writing letters to Lin Shiyu using his identity as Zi Jun.

Like that, he would be able to have a fresh start with Lin Shiyu again.

The corner of his lips curved up as that thought went through his mind.

Bei Chuan stood under the stage as he witnessed the scene. Fu Qinglun was surrounded by the moonlight and from the back, he seemed lonely and isolated. He was performing alone just because of Madam’s love for the piano.

Bei Chuan mused to himself, if President were to have the chance to collaborate with Madam, their performance would definitely sound much better than the one with Fu Jingtong.

President didn’t get a divorce with Madam, as he had given out the 10.1 billion dollars.

Bei Chuan drifted into his memories. In the Fu Corporation’s President’s office, President had given Lu Qi’er the 10.1 billion dollars she needed and Lu Qi’er left gleefully.

Bei Chuan just couldn’t understand why President even did that and couldn’t help but ask, “President, don’t you find it ludicrous to give up with 10.1 billion dollars just for Lu Qi’er’s sake?”

Fu Qinglun gave him a faint smile before his gaze drifted outside the windows. “I didn’t fork up with the 10.1 billion dollars for Lu Qi’er’s sake. I did it to retain my marriage with my wife.”

Madam tried to use the 10.1 billion dollar sum to get out of their marriage and yet President had used the 10.1 billion dollars to retain their marriage.

Though it was very likely that his plans wouldn’t be successful.

That was because Madam had filed a divorce suit and it was in progress. Madam had separated with President for three whole years and even lost a baby in the process. Not forgetting President’s ambiguous relationship with Lu Qi’er, the court may very likely grant their divorce on the grounds of alienation of affection.

Madam had disappeared from President’s life ever since, they never met each other.

Madam was set to get a divorce.

For the past two weeks, President had been on business trips in order to make up for the 10.1 billion dollars in funds. Even when he was completely exhausted, he still made the time to witness such a significant moment in Madam’s life, President truly loved Madam.

…

Gu Mohan was preparing his company for an initial public offering.

He had brought Tang Mo’er along with him to his office for the past two days, so that he could have her within his sight with a simple lift of his head. They had great telepathy and their eyes often met without giving each other any signals. It was a heartwarming scene.

“Mo’er, I’ll have to attend a meeting and it’ll take around half an hour. You can stay in my office and you’re not allowed to go anywhere. If you need anything just call Auntie Wu okay?” Gu Mohan ruffled her hair tenderly and his other hand was occupied with a document.

From her position on the plush carpet, Tang Mo’er sat reading some comics and nodded her head obediently. “Okay.”

Gu Mohan then walked out without a backward glance.

“Madam, do you need a drink?” Auntie Wu asked.

Tang Mo’er lifted her eyes and asked Auntie Wu hopefully, “Auntie Wu, can I have coffee?”

“No.” Auntie Wu shook her head with an enforced will. She wasn’t one with loose principles.

“…” Tang Mo’er was disappointed. “Then I’ll just have anything.”

“I’ll warm up some milk for you.”

“…” Milk again?!

Tang Mo’er leaned over the coffee table dejectedly.

Auntie Wu had went out of the office, leaving only Tang Mo’er behind.

She read some comics and after finishing them, she was stuck in boredom.

Standing up, she only took two tiny steps before her face went pale. Oh no, she had forgotten about something really important.

What was it?

She couldn’t recall it at all.

But her heart was in pain, as though a knife had pierced right through it and twiddled around, even a simple task of breathing was painful for her.

Her eyes lit up, she had recalled something, where was Mr Gu?

Where did Mr Gu go?

She almost forgot about her Mr Gu.

“Mr Gu! Mr Gu, where are you?” Tang Mo’er opened the office door and ran outside.

There wasn’t a single soul along the corridors, she searched around frantically. “Mr Gu, Mr Gu, come out now!”

No one answered her.

Why, why did Mr Gu disappear?

She was petrified.

She was really petrified, her mind was filled with only one thought. She had to find her Mr Gu.

She had to find him, she was at the brink of forgetting him.

She could feel her memories slipping away clearly, her last bit of memory of Mr Gu was almost disappearing too. It was almost gone.

It was her final struggle, a scene flashed past her mind. Outside the City Hall, as the sun rays beamed down, her fingers trickled down his face. She promised with a soft voice, Mr Gu, I’ll never forget about you.

Now, that handsome and familiar face was slowly becoming blurry, and eventually turned into a blank face.

Mr Gu’s face had turned blank in her mind.

Tang Mo’er stopped walking, she quickly held her head tightly. Her head was aching, it really hurt.

Cold sweat had covered her forehead, she trembled in pain. She didn’t know exactly where the pain was coming from, but it was simply unbearable.

She couldn’t remember Mr Gu.

She forgot about her Mr Gu.

She then heard a pleasant voice. “Mo’er.”

Mo’er.

Tang Mo’er hurriedly lifted her eyes and she spotted a personable figure upfront. His charming face was slowly getting closer to her.

Mr Gu.

Right, he was her Mr Gu!

Tang Mo’er quickly ran forward and threw herself in his embrace. She stretched out her tiny hands and placed them around his trim waist, burrowing her face deeply in his chest. She quickly blurted out, “It’s great, Mr Gu! You’ve finally appeared, I thought that I had forgotten you. Sorry, Mr Gu, I almost forgot about you.”

Jun Chulin looked at the woman in his arms.