Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gu Mohan was kicked hard and shoved towards the edge of the bed. Although he did not fall to the floor, he was certainly not as calm as before.

In an instant, his handsome face turned dark and gloomy.

The capital's wealthiest and most successful businessman had never had received such cold treatment before. Frowning, he stared at the woman on the bed. His aura was so overwhelming and powerful that it made one fearful.

Tang Mo'er raised her brows and looked at him in defiance. With bright pupils that burned with seduction, she retorted, "Gu Mohan, if you want to have Lu Qi'er as your sister, then you'd better ask me for permission if I'm agreeable for her to be my sister-in-law. If you want us to date happily, then don't bring others into the picture. It disgusts me. You don't want me to be annoyed. So, you'd better watch it, or I'll abandon you and find new happiness elsewhere. I may lack everything else but one thing is obvious, I don't lack men!"

Hissing out her angry tirade of words, she seemed to remember something else. "Also, you're not allowed to sleep on my bed tonight. Sleep on the sofa by yourself!"

With that said, Tang Mo'er snuggled into her blanket, turning so her womanly figure was facing away him and he was left looking at her back.

"…"

Gu Mohan stood at his original position, his handsome facial features tensed up.

Ding dong , the doorbell rang again. "Brother Mohan, Iー"

Boom! Gu Mohan lifted his foot and kicked the chair into the wall, making a loud ruckus. Yelling in aggravation, he hollered, "Stop being so noisy and shut up! I'm having sex!"

Following his words, the sounds from outside the door fell silent.

Grabbing the document he had initially abandoned, Gu Mohan walked stonily towards the sofa without a sound. This little wild cat! One day I'll make her cry for mercy!

…

Lin Shiyu finished answering the phone call and returned to her room. The room was dark and empty, Tang Mo'er was nowhere to be found.

"Mo'er, Mo'er, where are you?" she called out to Tang Mo'er.

At this moment, she heard an acute sound of someone's feet shuffling. There was someone close to her.

Who is it?

She turned around. A pair of eyes looked straight at her, exuding an extreme coldness. Lifting her leg, and gave the man's crotch a hard kick.

Or tried to.

However, she failed to do so. Never did she expect that her delicate ankles would be grabbed mid-air by a strong palm.

Her gaze turned cold as she tried to move her right hand to strike the b*stard.

A deep sneer rang in her ears, "Aren't you enthusiastic. So eager to greet your man's second brother?"

Lin Shiyu recognized this voice. It was Fu Qinglun.

Putting down her right hand, she said quietly, "Oh, it's you, Mr Fu."

Click . At this moment, the room lights lit up and Lin Shiyu was able to see the man clearly.

The man was tall and handsome, clad in a tailored midnight blue suit. It was unclear if he was affected by the cold atmosphere outside or he was in a bad mood. Even as he basked in warm light, there was a bleak coldness in his eyes.

Grabbing onto her body, his arms were rough as he threw her forcefully onto the plush bed.

Her body tumbled into the sheets and he dropped himself down on top of her, pressing his tall and masculine body against hers, his two hands sliding down her womanly curves. "Why? Are you disappointed that it's me? Who did you want it to be?"

Lin Shiyu's dark, silky hair was loosely sprawled on the pillow and she did not make any movement. Her eyes exuded a tinge of laziness. "Mr Fu, why does it seem like you're here to catch me red handed in an affair?"

Those words clearly triggered him. Twisting his thin lips, he growled at her. "Tell me, who is the scum who gave you the money and made you pregnant?"

It seemed that he had came to fish out information from her. Lin Shiyu raised her eyebrows and lifted her head up, moving closer to him.

Both their faces were so close against one another that their breaths were intertwined, coming out in soft rasps.

Fu Qinglun's towering build stiffened as she leaned into him. This woman had never taken the initiative to approach him so closely. This time, their intimate closeness brought about a soft fragrance that drifted slowly into his nostrils, her warm breath upon his lips dominating his senses.