Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 453: Mom, Where Are You…

Killing three birds with one stone.

The man was truly vicious.

Qin Yawen was filled with hatred. Why would someone like Gu Mohan not like Qi'er? Gu Mohan was supposed to belong to Qi'er!

Tang Mo'er had snatched everything from her Qi'er!

"Mo'er, let's go back." Gu Mohan held Tang Mo'er's slender waist and left.

…

At the Champagne Apartments.

In the room, Tang Mo'er was sleeping on the bed. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her forehead was covered with beads of cold sweat. She was having a nightmare.

In her dream, she had returned to her childhood days. Han Xiaowan was just born and Qin Yawen was in the room carrying Han Xiaowan and humming a lullaby. She was standing barefooted outside the door, watching this scene.

After that, she secretly entered that room. She adored this little sister, but this little sister started bawling. At this moment, Qin Yawen dashed into the room. Without any explanation, Qin Yawen forcefully grasped her little arm and threw her out of the room.

The scene changed. She was wearing a dress in the living room. No one played with her. At this point, an inebriated Han Dong walked over, lifted her onto his thigh and put his hand into her dress.

The scene changed again. Han Xiaowan was celebrating her third birthday. Tang Mo'er was locked in the elevator for an entire day. She curled up in the dark elevator and cried to herself. She was only released at night. The Han family held an extravagant birthday party for Han Xiaowan. Han Xiaowan smashed a piece of cake on her little face and all the children laughed loudly and called her a stupid clown.

In the end, Han Xiaowan charged towards her savagely —- 'Tang Mo'er, I should have killed you when we were younger!'

Han Dong pinned her down onto the floor and lifted her skirt —- 'Tang Mo'er, let Uncle play with you, Uncle has missed you for many years.'

Qin Yawen raised her sharp knife and stabbed her —-_ 'Tang Mo'er, you go and die!'_

Lu Qi'er was laughing wildly —- 'Quickly kill her, quickly kill her!'

"No… no… please don't hurt me…" There was a sheen of cold perspiration on Tang Mo'er's forehead and her whole body quivered. She wanted to escape. She wanted to wake up, but she could not wake up. She was trapped in her own nightmare.

She shook her head vigorously. Hot, luminous droplets of large tears fell down her face. She felt so much pain that her body went into spasms. "Let go of me… it hurts… so painful…"

In her dreams, she wrapped her slender arms around herself. She moaned in pain. "Mom… mom…

"Mom, where are you… Mo'er is in pain… I want a hug… Mo'er will be good, please don't abandon me…"

Mom?

She kept calling for her mother…

Her meek voice was yearning and pleading. Little Mo'er wanted her mother.

Gu Mohan stood by her bed. His handsome body was hunched as he looked at the woman, who was in great pain. It was uncertain if her beautiful face was wet from tears or perspiration. Her entire body trembled. Her luscious eyelashes were quivering relentlessly, but she would not wake.

"Mo'er, Mo'er, quick, wake up… there's nothing to be scared of. It's just a nightmare!" Gu Mohan shook her vigorously in an attempt to extricate her from her nightmare.

She could not continue to be in this state.

Gu Mohan arched his eyebrows, feeling a deep sense of regret. He should not have let her go to see Qin Yawen's ferocious face.

Qin Yawen had raised her for twenty-one years. Throughout all these years, Lin Xuanji had not appeared in her life before. Even if Qin Yawen was evil, Tang Mo'er would still acknowledge the former as her mother.

"Mo'er, wake up!" Gu Mohan's well-defined large palm grasped her forcefully in an attempt to wake her.

"No, let go of me. Please don't catch me. Let go of me now!"

Tang Mo'er screamed shrilly and her delicate body rolled over and got up. A retching sound followed. She had leaned over the bed and vomited.

She had not eaten anything and what she had vomited was all bile and stomach acid.

"Mo'er!" Gu Mohan swiftly held her body over his muscular thigh and gently rubbed her back.

His large palm touched her forehead. Her forehead felt shockingly hot beneath the sheen of cold perspiration.

She was having a fever.

"Auntie Wu!" Gu Mohan yelled.

"Sir, I'm coming!" Auntie Wu quickly ran over from the living room. But she was unable to enter the room, as there were two broad figures standing outside the room.

"Sirs, could you please give way?" Auntie Wu said.

Lu Yan retreated to one side. He raised his face and looked at the man in front of him. Since Lu Jinwen entered the house, he had maintained the posture of standing by the door. His deep almond-shaped eyes were fixated on the woman lying on the bed.

He had not moved at all.

"Uncle Jin," Lu Yan spoke, placing his large palm onto Lu Jinwen's arm.

Lu Jinwen's handsome face moved a little. He collected himself and retreated to one side.

Auntie Wu entered the room. She ran to the bathroom and filled up a tub with hot water and then placed a hot towel onto Tang Mo'er's forehead.

"Sir, Young Madam's forehead is too hot. Her fever is too high at 41 or 42°C. Quick, we have to get a doctor to come and check on her."

Gu Mohan looked at the woman on the bed. Her face was so pale that it was almost translucent. She had just vomited and her entire body was dehydrated.

Even so, she still did not wake. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted. She was unable to sleep peacefully.

Gu Mohan's well-defined large palm stuck into his pants pocket. He retrieved his phone and dialed a number. "Yan Dong, get me a doctor."

…

Half an hour later.

There was a faint antiseptic scent in the room and a drip connected to her hand. This time, she had really fallen asleep.

Gu Mohan hunched his body and covered her with a blanket.

At this moment, there was the sound of heavy footsteps. Someone was walking over.

Gu Mohan glanced sideways. It was Lu Jinwen.

The two men looked down at Tang Mo'er. Gu Mohan said in a low voice, "Her life has not been easy all these years."

Lu Jinwen pursed his thin lips. He did not say a word.

Gu Mohan strode away.

Lu Jinwen stood alone by the bed. He looked at Tang Mo'er's beautiful face and he recollected the past.

When Lin Xuanji was four months pregnant, the doctor did an ultrasound scan for her. He had rushed from the company and stood outside.

The female doctor performed the scan and commented to Lin Xuanji, "Madam, your baby is as beautiful as you. She's also quietly sucking her thumb right now. In the future, she will love you tenderly."

He knew that her pregnancy was tough. She had vomited violently and laid on the bed everyday with no appetite to consume any food.

In addition, she did not want this baby.

When she just conceived, she had used various methods to induce a miscarriage. But the baby was very strong and grew steadily in her womb.

After hearing the doctor's words, Lin Xuanji placed her hand on her swollen belly. For the first time ever, her pale and exquisite face revealed motherly pride and tenderness. Tears flowed down her face in an instant.

It had been so many years but he remembered this scene vividly - she was sitting on the bed alone with her hands wrapped around her stomach and sobbing uncontrollably.

After that, she decided to keep the child.

This child gave her motivation and hope. She began to take her meals and do prenatal education. When she was free, she would knit clothes for the baby as a hobby.