Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gu Mohan had heard that women liked men with good culinary skills. He aimed to be a man who could satiate her appetite in and out of bed.

There was nothing that he could not learn, only things that he was not willing to learn.

But for Mo'er, he was willing to do anything.

Gu Mohan puffed his cigarette urgently. His muscular chest was heaving. He coughed twice as he choked on the smoke.

He admitted that he was not able to be as composed as he looked on the exterior. He was jealous, to the point that he was going insane.

He was jealous on so many occasions. When he saw her smile at Jun Chulin, when she hugged him, when she liked his stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots dish and when she mistook him for her Mr Gu…

When she mistook someone else for him.

Every smile that she gave Jun Chulin made him feel offended. He was outrageously jealous.

At this moment, Tang Mo'er had already finished her meal. She got up and was about to go upstairs, when she turned around and saw the man leaning against the window in the living room.

The man was smoking. When she turned around, she realized he was staring at her.

It seemed like he had been staring at her the whole time.

"Young Madam, let's go upstairs. I will prepare a rose petal milk bath for you to enjoy." Auntie Wu said.

Rose petal milk bath?

When he heard this term, Gu Mohan lightly raised one good-looking eyebrow. The cigarette dangled on his thin lips. The deep and narrow eyes peered through the swirling smoke and landed on her delicate body. Although she had slimmed down, she still had a very well-endowed body.

Tang Mo'er quickly furrowed her brows, as she felt that the man's gaze was becoming lewd.

His gaze was to the point that it was obscene. He was unashamedly sizing up her body. It was also very sharp. The sharp and experienced eyes were sweeping her body, as if they were ripping off her clothes.

Tang Mo'er's delicate, little face flushed and she felt flustered.

"Mr Gu, I'm going to the toilet," she mumbled to Jun Chulin and ran out of the room.

Bang! The sound of the closing door disrupted the silence and Tang Mo'er leaned her delicate body against the door, her fair hands holding her face. She felt that her face was scorching hot.

Moreover, the shade of red on her face had spread to her fair earlobes.

What had happened to her?

When that man had looked at her lasciviously and took liberties with her, she had already felt a little… strange.

Although she did not turn her head, she was sure that blatant, scorching hot gaze was still trailing her when she entered the room, and it was uncertain which part of her body he was staring at.

Her whole mind was filled with that devastatingly handsome man and Tang Mo'er felt her heartbeat quicken.

Her heart was thumping wildly.

Suddenly, the redness on Tang Mo'er's little face swiftly faded. Her delicate body glided against the door and landed on the floor. She sat on the carpet and wrapped her hands around her head. Her head was hurting.

Why was her head hurting so much?

How could she be like this? She already had Mr Gu. How could she still have feelings for other men?

When she thought about Mr Gu, she wished that she could kill herself then and there. That was not right. Besides Mr Gu, she would not like anyone else.

Tang Mo'er hugged herself in pain.

…

In the living room, Gu Mohan looked at Jun Chulin. "Young Master Jun, thank you for today. It's already getting late, you should head back."

Jun Chulin looked at the tightly shut door in apparent worry. "President Gu, is it really okay for me to leave? What if Mo'er can't find me?"

Gu Mohan held his cigarette with one hand and stuck the other hand into his pants pocket. He walked towards Jun Chulin. "Young Master Jun, do you really think of yourself as very important, or are you already addicted to being my substitute? After all, the real Mr Gu is here."

Smoke swirled out from Gu Mohan's thin lips. He used his finger to gesture towards himself. He was Mr Gu.

Faced with Gu Mohan's provocation, Jun Chulin shrugged his shoulders. "President Gu, such a pity that Mo'er has forgotten about you."

Forgotten?

Gu Mohan masticated these two words in his heart and curved his thin lips into what seemed like a smile. He was not overly bothered. Forgetting him was only a transient problem. He would find ways to allow her to remember him very soon.

She was his, and no one could change this fact.

Gu Mohan hunched his broad body and put out the cigarette in the ashtray. "Young Master Jun, you don't have to worry about this. Rest assured and head home. Please do not disturb Mo'er's and my… couple life."

After speaking, Gu Mohan walked into the room.

Couple life.

When Jun Chulin heard this term, his handsome and refined face revealed a tinge of disappointment. Yes, she was now Gu Mohan's wife. Gu Mohan and she would have their couple life at night. So what if Mo'er mistook him for Mr Gu?

This Mr Gu was indeed powerful.

…

In the room.

Auntie Wu walked out from the bathroom. When she entered the room, she saw Gu Mohan's tall and handsome figure.

"Sir…" she called out.

At the moment, Gu Mohan put his long finger to his lips and did a shushing action.

Auntie Wu immediately closed her mouth.

Gu Mohan strode to the tightly shut bathroom door and gave Auntie Wu a look, implying that she could leave.

Auntie Wu nodded and went out of the room.

While she was leaving the room, Auntie Wu turned her head and closed the door. At this moment, she saw the man's tall and handsome figure standing outside the bathroom door. The man placed his well-defined large palm on the doorknob and quietly opened the bathroom door…

Auntie Wu stopped, startled. Two seconds later, her aged face reddened. Was Sir… peeping at Young Madam bathing?

By now, she had been here for a few months already. People said that the relationship between a married couple would wane slowly over time, but from how she saw it, Sir and Young Madam still seemed to be very much in love with each other, as though they were still newlyweds.

Ah, young love…

Auntie Wu quietly closed the door.

…

In the bathroom.

Tang Mo'er sat in the bathtub and soaked herself in the rose petal milk bath. Her little hands held up some bubbles and she playfully blew them away.

After soaking for about ten minutes, her pale face had turned a healthy rosy pink color. There was a layer of tiny water droplets on her fair, delicate skin, which resembled the water droplets on the rose petals.

She got up from the bathtub, walked barefooted to the shower and turned on the hot water faucet to rinse her body.

After showering, she turned off the faucet and walked out. She reached out for a towel to dry the water droplets on her body.

She stood before the vanity table and looked at her delicate face. She was still youthful and beautiful. She just did not know how much time she had left.

At this moment, she heard a click and the lights in the bathroom went off. It was pitch black before her.

"Ah!" Tang Mo'er let out a cry in shock.

Suddenly, a broad and warm body of a man embraced her from behind and a pair of strong arms encircled her slender waist, hugging her tightly.

"Don't be scared, Mo'er. The electricity has been cut. I'm here. Your Mr Gu is here." A low and irresistible voice murmured into her eardrums and her body felt weak.