Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Gu Mohan had used so much strength that Tang Mo’er wasn’t able to fight back, her shoulder was slammed right into the wall.

Bam! The pain seemed to pierce her straight in the mind and Tang Mo’er winced from the pain.

What the heck? What was wrong with him again? He was acting so erratically!

Tang Mo’er lifted her lustrous eyes to look at the man, only to see Gu Mohan straightening his back and his face was no longer contorted. He glared at her coldly and took out a napkin to wipe the finger that had touched her earlier on. After wiping his finger, he threw the napkin on the ground.

Tang Mo’er was so angry her entire body was shaking. She felt utterly humiliated.

It was clear what he was saying and she got the message loud and clear—-She was dirty!

Gu Mohan sneered at her and his voice was monotonous. “Tang Mo’er, you’d better stay away from me, if not, you’ll have to pay the consequences!”

After speaking, he left.

Yan Dong gave Tang Mo’er a complicated gaze before he followed behind Gu Mohan.

Tang Mo’er only stood there. Wasn’t he the one who kept sticking to her though she had kept a distance from him?

…

Tang Mo’er arrived at the busy streets and was hailing a cab by the side. Her cell phone started to ring. Someone was calling her.

She whipped out her phone to pick up the call, it was her mother, Lin Xuanji calling.

“Hello, Mom…”

Lin Xuanji said something and Tang Mo’er only nodded. A Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly passed by her just like a wild frenzy of wind.

Her skirt flew up, revealing her slender legs.

Ah! She had been exposed!

Tang Mo’er quickly held her skirt down.

Once she lifted her eyes, she saw the back of the Rolls-Royce Phantom and the window was down. A large hand was stretched out from the window, giving her a thumbs down.

Gu Mohan! This lunatic!

Beep! A luxury limousine stopped in front of her. The window was down and she saw a handsome face appear. It was Fu Qinglun.

“Miss Tang, let’s talk.”

Tang Mo’er paused for a moment before she got in the limousine. “Young Master Fu, what do you want to talk about?”

Fu Qinglun looked at Tang Mo’er. “Miss Tang, have you sensed that Mohan’s behavior seems a little off sometimes? As though he’s someone else?”

Tang Mo’er knitted her brows. “What do you mean?”

“Mohan has a split personality and the person you just saw was the second personality in his body.”

What?

Tang Mo’er’s pupils contracted. He had dissociative identity disorder?

No wonder he was always erratic.

She had actually sensed it whenever he suddenly behaved unlike himself. It must have been his second personality who raped her on the horse previously.

It was the same earlier on, that was his second personality.

She suddenly recalled her two encounters with his split personality, he seemed to dislike her a lot, almost like he wanted to kill her.

“Young Master Fu, that’s Gu Mohan’s affair and it has nothing to do with me at all. However, thank you for your reminder. Now that I know that he is mentally unsound, I just have to avoid him and not further provoke him.” With that said, Tang Mo’er wanted to get out of the car.

But Fu Qinglun suddenly said something, “Miss Tang, Mohan’s affairs are your affairs, that’s because… you’re his Mrs Gu.”

Tang Mo’er halted, she turned her head to look at Fu Qinglun with disbelief written all over her face. “Tell me more about it.”

A smile hinted at Fu Qinglun’s lips. “Mohan already registered his marriage three years ago, the two of you are legally married. If you don’t believe me, you can go ahead and get your younger brother to check. As the West Duke of Country A, it would be a piece of cake for him to find out such matters.

“Right, Mrs Gu, you’re probably not aware that you have selective memory loss. You’ve lost all your memories with Mohan, as well as of… Niuniu.”

Niuniu?

As in… Gu Mohan’s child, Niuniu?

No… Tang Mo’er gasped, she suddenly had an outrageous idea in her mind.

Had… Had she had given birth to Niuniu?

Niuniu was her… son?

Fu Qinglun nodded once he saw Tang Mo’er’s shocked face. “You’re Niuniu’s mommy.”

Fu Qinglun added, “You’re the mommy Niuniu has been looking for all this time, you owe him three years of motherly love.”

No… Tang Mo’er was aghast, she hadn’t gotten a grip over herself even after Fu Qinglun had left and only stood there, utterly shell-shocked.

…

Dawn.

Tang Mo’er pulled open the curtains and stood on the balcony. She wore a flowy, white mesh dress that moved around while the wind blew. Her silky hair was cascaded over her shoulders, revealing half of her face, her beauty was just like the perfect artwork.

The door was opened and a poised figure entered the room.

“Sister.”

It was Tang Chenyi.

Tang Mo’er turned around, looking at Tang Chenyi in the eyes. It had been three years and her younger brother was already 21 years old. He was wearing an immaculate white shirt, the sleeves covering his delicate wrists. The youth had fair skin and was winsome. He hadn’t tucked his shirt into his trousers, it was just casually hanging out.

Looking at the youth, every part of his face was just like it was perfectly crafted by an artist. He was simply stunning, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes and his gaze was unusually cold and astute, unlike his age.

This youth is just like a perfect carbon copy of his father, he stood right at the top of the food chain.

The 21 year old Tang Chenyi had already become the West Duke of Country A. Not to mention three years, five years, or even ten years later…

This youth’s prowess was able to make anyone tremble.

Tang Chenyi didn’t have much of an expression on his face, he merely stretched his arm out to hand the document over to Tang Mo’er. “Sister, I’ve investigated, you’ve indeed registered your marriage with Gu Mohan. And also, Niuniu is your biological son.”

Tang Mo’er didn’t stretch her arm out to take the document. Her voice was soft and hesitant as she asked, “Chenyi, I… I actually lost my memories?”

Tang Chenyi nodded. “You were knocked down by a car three years ago and fell unconscious for almost two months. By the time you woke up, you had already forgotten about that person, you lost all your memories with him.”

Tang Mo’er lowered her head, she was quiet and didn’t utter a single word. No one could tell what she was thinking.

A few moments later, she asked, “Who was in the car that knocked me down?”

“It was…”

…

Lin Xuanji stood in the living room while arranging some flowers. Her ringtone suddenly sounded, disrupting the silence.

It was from Lin Xuanyin.

“Hello, Sister, let me tell you a piece of good news. Jinwen has already found me a compatible heart donor, so I’ll be undergoing the heart transplant surgery tomorrow. From tomorrow, I’ll become a healthy person.”