Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Huo Yanmei's face was ashen. She felt she had been betrayed and abandoned by her kin.

"Huo Yanmei, this third kneel is what you owe the child in Mo'er's stomach. This was an innocent little life and also your biological grandchild, but you killed it ruthlessly. This third kneel is for the child!"

With that, the bodyguards in black came over to press on Huo Yanmei's head.

"I'm not going to kneel! Why should I kneel? Don't touch me, no… Ah!"

Huo Yanmei was pressed down and her head hit the floor again.

Jun Mosheng waved his hand and the two bodyguards stepped back. He glanced down at Huo Yanmei, who was on the carpet, and smiled. "Huo Yanmei, I won't do anything to you today, but one day, someone will look for you. When that time comes, it will be the end of you."

With that, Jun Mosheng draped a black cashmere coat over Tang Mo'er's smooth shoulders. "Mo'er, do you want to leave with Uncle Jun, or stay with President Gu?"

Tang Mo'er had to make a choice.

Gu Mohan's deep and narrow eyes were like a bottle of black ink that had been opened. He stared fixedly at Tang Mo'er's little face, as if he was deeply afraid she would disappear. "Mo'er, you're not allowed to leave. Stay with me."

Tang Mo'er raised her eyes and looked at Gu Mohan. Her soft voice was chilly. "Gu Mohan, it's not important anymore to determine who is right and who is wrong. Loving you has only made me lose myself. If you love me at all, please let me go."

"Mo'er…"

Tang Mo'er immediately turned around to leave.

"Mo'er!" Gu Mohan stretched his fingers out to grasp her slender wrist, refusing to let her go.

He did not want to let her go.

"President Gu, release Mo'er." There was a revolver in Jun Chulin's hand, and the black muzzle was aimed at Gu Mohan's strong arm. "I will count from one to three for you to release Mo'er. If not, the bullet will pierce through your arm."

Gu Mohan did not even glance at Jun Chulin. His handsome eyes were bloodshot, and his long fingers tugged on Tang Mo'er's slender wrist tightly. "Mo'er, I won't let you go. You won't be able to escape from me. Even if you manage to leave today, I will get you back tomorrow."

"Gu Mohan, let's part amicably. I don't want to remember your ugly look on the day we part."

"Mo'er, I'm sorry." Gu Mohan licked his dry lips. "I'm sorry. I apologize to you. I've committed many mistakes. Please don't be angry. I will change…"

"One, two…" Jun Chulin was already counting.

Tang Mo'er forcefully withdrew her hand, but she was unable to extricate her hand from his strong grasp.

"Three."

This word fell on Tang Mo'er's ears and there was a flicker in her eyes. Bang! A bullet pierced through Gu Mohan's right arm in the next second.

Blood spurted out instantly and splashed onto Tang Mo'er's hand.

The hot liquid splashed onto her delicate skin. It was so hot that it seemed like it could scorch her skin in an instant. Tang Mo'er raised her eyes to look at the man. Gu Mohan's face had already turned white.

But he still did not release her. His five long fingers were still clutching her wrist. He stared at her. "Mo'er, don't leave. Please give me another chance. We will start afresh."

"President Gu, if you don't release your hand, I will continue to shoot you. One, two…" Jun Chulin started to count again.

Tang Mo'er furrowed her pretty brows. She stretched her fair hand out to pry his five fingers off one by one.

Her hand left his palm. Tang Mo'er turned around and left.

Jun Mosheng and Jun Chulin proceeded to leave with their bodyguards following them. After a short while, silence ensued in the corridor.

Gu Mohan watched as the woman's pretty back gradually disappeared from his vision. She had really left.

Mo'er had left him.

"Mohan, are you alright? Quickly head to the hospital to bandage your wound!" Huo Yanmei clambered from the carpet and pressed on Gu Mohan's bleeding wound.

Gu Mohan flung Huo Yanmei's hand aside and stalked away.

Huo Yanmei froze on the spot. She was undeniably wretched now, and even her own son had abandoned her.

She had been abandoned again.

…

At a luxurious villa.

Jun Mosheng brought Tang Mo'er into the villa. "Mo'er, we will stay here temporarily for a few days. Take the time to rest well these few days. I have some matters to handle here, and after I'm done, I will bring you back to Z Country. You'll be my daughter and the princess of Z Country in the future."

Tang Mo'er gave a slight smile. "Thank you, Uncle Jun."

"President." At this moment, an assistant walked over and spoke into Jun Mosheng's ear in a hushed voice.

The expression on Jun Mosheng changed. He looked at Tang Mo'er. "Mo'er, there is news about your Mom."

Tang Mo'er froze and did not react immediately. News about Mom…?

"Uncle Jun, Mom… did not die?"

Jun Mosheng shook his head. "That year when your Mom consumed the Gelsemium elegans and jumped from the platform into the sea, her chances of survival were slim. But all these years, I've always held onto the belief that your Mom is still alive, and so I've been looking for her, but alas I've not managed to obtain any news about her. But now, we finally have some news."

Tang Mo'er moved a few steps ahead and looked at Jun Mosheng anxiously. "What news?"

"Many years ago, the people from the Miao Tribe saved a woman from the sea."

"That person is Mom?"

"We can't confirm at the moment. I've already sent someone to check and I believe there will be news soon. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up. Mo'er, if your Mom is really in the Miao Tribe, we may have to travel to the Miao Tribe."

Tang Mo'er's bright eyes were already sparkling with hope. She nodded vehemently. "Mm!"

…

At the villa overlooking the sea.

The servant opened the main door and Lu Jinwen entered. He was wearing a black cashmere coat and appeared tall and handsome. The servant bent down to change his shoes. He walked into the living room, removed his coat and passed it to the servant. He asked, "Where is Miss Lin?"

"Here…" The servant hesitated.

Just then, a pretty voice was heard imitating the sound of a cat. "Mew…"

Lin Siyu was secretly hiding by the sofa. She ran out and lunged into Lu Jinwen's arms.

Lu Jinwen stretched his muscular arms out and embraced her. His low voice was laced with adoration. "What are you doing, hm?"

Lin Siyu was wearing a long red dress and her black silky hair was scattered about her smooth shoulders, accentuating her ravishing and exquisite face. Her delicate body wriggled about in the man's broad embrace like a snake and she chuckled. "I'm a little kitten. Did you get a shock?"

Lu Jinwen looked at the youthful face. "I didn't get a shock, but… I thought of…"

"Oh, you are so bad." Lin Siyu's little hand tickled Lu Jinwen and then tugged on the leather belt around his muscular waist.