Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Tang Mo'er took a look at the rankings, she was indeed standing at second place—

"What did I just see in the live-stream?! Did Han Xiaowan just admit to buying aphrodisiac to drug Tang Mo'er and also hiring the rapists? She was acting so innocent and pure while she seduced her sister's fiance! F*ck! I've got to give it to her!"

"Monster, do you dare to target me instead of Tang Mo'er!"

"I used to be a loyal fan of Han Xiaowan, after discovering the truth I just can't stop tearing up. I'm crying because I'm so appalled at my own stupidity, I am no longer a fan of Han Xiaowan but a fan of Tang Mo'er. Tang Mo'er, we love you!"

"Tang Mo'er, we owe you a century's worth of love!"…

Seeing the encouraging comments, Tang Mo'er knew that she had won this war and let out a sigh of relief, "Qi Xi, I'll reward you with more time to rest tonight. We are at second place now and we'll need to work harder tomorrow to defeat Lin Ruoxi and get to first place!"

"Yes, Mo'er! I have faith in you, you'll definitely be the champion." Qi Xi took the laptop with her and left the room. Shiyu also stepped out of the room after she received a phone call, Tang Mo'er was left alone in the room. Bringing out a silk nightdress, she entered the bathroom to have a rose petal bath in the luxurious tub. It had been a long and eventful day.

Half an hour later, Tang Mo'er put on the silk nightdress and walked out of the bathroom. Thoroughly pampered to her heart's content, her radiant, tiny face was luminous and her fair skin was as smooth and soft as a newborn babe. Along with her perfect, cherry-red lips and her bright and clear eyes, she was a vision in her nightdress.

"Dingdong" the doorbell chimed.

Is that Shiyu?

Tang Mo'er hurriedly ran over with her dainty feet and pulled open the door, "Shiyu, you're ba—"

She was stunned, the person outside the door wasn't Lin Shiyu, but rather, Han Dong.

What is he doing here?

Tang Mo'er's face instantly darkened and she stretched out her arm immediately to close the door.

"Mo'er," Han Dong hurriedly stopped the door with his foot, preventing her from slamming the door shut. His eyes were transfixed on that beautiful, little face. "Why did you close the door after seeing me, don't you remember living at my house for some time during your childhood? You even called me… Uncle and I even let you sit on my thigh… don't you remember?"

The disgusting memories immediately flashed in Tang Mo'er's mind, she glared at him with an emotionless expression.

"Mo'er, your mom sent me here, she said that no matter what, Xiaowan is your sister and we are a family. You shouldn't be too ruthless in your ways."

As he spoke, his eyes raked over Tang Mo'er in an inappropriate manner as his eyes blazed with intent and desire. Dressed in a silk nightdress, he could see her her exquisite collarbones and shoulders exposed, teasing him in a most provocative way. Her young body was sensual and ripe for the picking, exuding an inexhaustible charm. Swallowing, he licked his dry lips and inched forward, catching a whiff of her womanly scent through the gap in the door.

"Mo'er, you smell so good, how is that your chest has gotten so big. I never realized you'd have such a well-developed chest—Ah!"

Tang Mo'er had reached for a high heel from the shoe cabinet and used it to strike Han Dong on the head with as much strength as she could muster.

Han Dong screamed and pressed against his head, he felt blood on his hand.

"Garbage!"

Kicking out his foot, she screamed at him and slammed the door.

…

Alone in the hotel room, Tang Mo'er sat on her bed with no expression, her heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. All of a sudden, there was a loud "bam!" and the lights in the room switched off, flooding her in darkness.

The curtains were closed and she couldn't see anything. Tang Mo'er jumped off the bed after being shocked by the darkness in the room, trying to get to the windows to pull open the curtains and let in some light.

In her haste, she tripped and she fell on the carpet, slightly disoriented as she struggled to get up. Her stomach was in pain and she felt a hot liquid seep out from below.

Am I bleeding?

No…

Could it be… a miscarriage?