Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 1222: The Wedding (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Who would've thought that the West Duke would make such an exquisite dress for Elder Sister Mo'er on his own wedding day? The two brides Ye Ruge and Ah Xiao would probably fade into the background if Elder Sister Mo'er wore this dress to the wedding.

Jun Xiqing's red lips curved upwards and she said, "Ah Xiao, you probably shouldn't wear a dress that doesn't belong to you. There's no way the West Duke made such a beautiful princess dress for you. He must have made it for the woman he loves."

The woman the West Duke loved?

Who could it be?

Ye Ruge?

Ah Xiao's heart was about to explode with envy. She wanted nothing more than to have Lu Yeming to herself and to be his Duchess.

"Are you all deaf? I said I wanted to wear this princess dress, so bring it over to me right now!"

Seeing Ah Xiao lose her temper, the two maids exchanged a quick glance. They didn't dare to offend her, so they brought the dress over.

Ah Xiao picked another dress out. She secretly took out a small bottle, spraying its contents onto the dress.

It was a bottle of the strongest aphrodisiac in the market that she had spent a fortune to buy.

They had yet to take their official vows. Now that the aphrodisiac was on the dress, when Ye Ruge put it on later, she would lose control in front of everyone and humiliate herself, ruining her own reputation.

Then she could become the Duchess!

"Now put this dress back."

"Yes."

Now the princess dress was in her hand, while the dress she had tampered with was back on the rack. Ah Xiao smiled in satisfaction.

…

Ah Xiao's little trick was seen entirely by Jun Xiqing. Ah Xiao wasn't too smart and her trick was clumsy. But instead of calling her out, Jun Xiqing turned and left.

She found Tang Mo'er in front of her.

"Elder Sister Mo'er." Jun Xiqing ran forward to hug her.

Tang Mo'er stopped and held Jun Xiqing's soft hands. "Qingqing, what's wrong?"

"Nothing much, I just love Elder Sister Mo'er."

Tang Mo'er liked Jun Xiqing a lot as well and saw her as a sister. She laughed and said, "Silly little girl."

"Elder Sister Mo'er, this is for you."

"What? A sour plum sweet?"

There was a piece of sour plum sweet in Jun Xiqing's hand. Tang Mo'er had loved candies that were both sweet and sour after she had gotten pregnant.

Tang Mo'er put the sweet in her mouth. It tasted a little weird at first but was the same sweet-and-sour taste she loved after she savored it for a while.

"Thank you, Qingqing."

Jun Xiqing smiled. I'm sorry, Elder Sister Mo'er.

…

Tang Mo'er walked up the stairs and saw a nude-colored dress. Even though she felt that this dress wasn't as beautiful as the one Lingxue designed for her, it still came from her brother's heart and she couldn't reject it.

Tang Mo'er changed into the dress in the changing room. She reached behind her to pull the zip up.

But the zip stopped at her butt.

Tang Mo'er felt uncertain. She stood in the bright mirror looking at her own reflection. Her small face was beet-red.

The dress was bare-backed and full of intention.

The nude-color of the dress demanded highly of the wearer's skin. Even most female celebrities didn't dare to wear it easily. But Tang Mo'er's skin was milky and smooth and white as snow. The dress made her skin look even more fairy-like and charming.

The bare-backed dress revealed the delicate line of her back, especially her beautiful curves. She was incredibly sensuous.

Tang Mo'er had been learning how to dance ever since she was a child and was a professional. She was extremely beautiful, and fans were usually able to recognize her even if she went out in disguise.

Gosh, why had Yeming prepared such a dress for her?

Wasn't it a little too sexy? How was she supposed to wear this out?

Of course, Tang Mo'er had no idea that this was Ah Xiao's dress. Ah Xiao wanted to seduce Lu Yeming, and had put a lot of effort into it.

Tang Mo'er reached out to touch her lower face. It was burning. Yeming was usually extremely reliable and did things seriously, so why had he prepared such a dress for her?

She wanted to change out of it immediately!

But to her horror, she realized that her black fishtail skirt was outside.

Tang Mo'er quickly opened the door to the changing room and walked into her room. She reached out to take her fishtail skirt.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door. A magnetic voice floated in from the outside. "Elder Sis."

Lu Yeming was here.

Tang Mo'er froze. Why was he here?

Being a female celebrity, Mo'er was no stranger to backless dresses. She used to wear them during the Milan Fashion Week and when she did cover shoots.

It was nothing much.

But this was her own brother, and it was embarrassing for him to see her in such a state

"Yeming, what're you doing here? There are so many guests downstairs. Don't you have to entertain them?"

"I saw that you were taking a long time to change. Does the dress not fit you? Master Ahma is here as well, I can ask him to alter it if it doesn't fit."

"…"

There was no need to change it.

She wasn't wearing this out.

"Yeming, you can go first. I'll be out soon." Tang Mo'er wanted to change out this nude-color dress.

After two seconds of silence, Lu Yeming let go of the doorknob and spoke. His voice was soft but still oppressive. "Elder Sis, what are you doing inside?"

"I'm not doing anything…"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the woolen carpet.

She had no strength at all.

It was as though she was stepping in cotton candy. She couldn't stand up straight.

What was going on?

Baby.

Her baby.

Tang Mo'er quickly reached out to protect her flat stomach.

"Elder Sis, I'm coming in."

The room door was pushed open, and a tall and handsome figure entered. Lu Yeming walked in.

He had heard the commotion from the outside and guessed that she had fallen. Now he could see that he was right, and she was indeed on the carpeted floor.

But he suddenly froze. His narrow eyes moved from her face to her naked back.

Tang Mo'er raised her eyes to look at Lu Yeming. His 1.8-meter tall figure stood gracefully and calmly at the door. A ray of light shone in from the outside, illuminating his beautiful features and making him look extremely charismatic.

He looked at her bare back, his gaze simultaneously dark and bright as he lingered.

Tang Mo'er was surprised.

"Master, it's time to begin the ceremony. Everyone's waiting. Elder Miss and you have to go down now." Fan Men walked in.

Without saying a word, Lu Yeming raised his hands and closed the door. With a bang, the door shut tightly, cutting off Fan Men's searching gaze.

They were the only two left in the room.