Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Butler Ye looked at the man's handsome eyes. It had been so many years and this man had become peaceful and quiet during this long period. His heart had died, and there was no one or nothing else in this world that would agitate his heart again.

But at that moment, there were two little whirlpools that gradually appeared in the man's eyes, making his eyes look manic.

He stared at Butler Ye fixedly and asked, "Are you sure that it is her?"

Her?

Lin Xuanji!

Butler Ye nodded in affirmation. "Yes, Sir, I'm certain. The beauty who has slept for a thousand years and does not age is Madam Xuanji."

Lu Jinwen was silent for a few seconds. He threw the fountain pen in his hand onto the office table. "Get the private jet ready. I'm heading to Miaojiang."

"Yes, Sir."

Lu Jinwen draped a black cashmere coat over himself and strode ahead with a renewed vigor.

"Mr Lu, where are you going?" At this moment, a pretty figure walked over. It was Lin Siyu.

Lu Jinwen's face was devoid of any expression. "I'm going to Miaojiang. You be good and stay here."

"Miaojiang? Mr Lu, I want to go there too." Lin Siyu ran over and wrapped her slender arms around Lin Jinwen's strong arm, pouting her lips and whining continuously.

Lu Jinwen arched his brows, then curved his thin lips. "Mm, let's go together then."

That was great.

Lin Siyu let her lips flash a radiant smile.

…

At this moment at another villa.

Lin Xuanyin received Old Master Lin's call. She uttered in shock, "What? There's news about Xuanji?"

Old Master Lin's shrewd voice was heard over the phone. "Yes, Lu Jinwen is flying over to Miaojiang together with Siyu now. Jun Mosheng is bringing Tang Mo'er over as well. There will soon be a battle in Miaojiang."

Lin Xuanyin gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles had become white. It had been so many years and history was going to repeat itself again. Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng were going to fight over Lin Xuanji once again.

"Xuanyin, don't be afraid. Even if Jinwen manages to bring Xuanji back, he will extract Xuanji's heart for you."

Would he?

Lin Xuanyin was not so sure anymore. There was no definitive answer in her heart. Would Lu Jinwen resume the heart transplant operation that had happened many years ago to extract Lin Xuanji's heart? Would he really give her Xuanji's heart?

…

Miaojiang.

The High Priest in Miaojiang was now Meng Lu. On this day, Meng Lu received two important guests - Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng had arrived at the same time.

"Mr Lu, Mr Jun, I've heard of your renowned names. I had not expected for both of you distinguished guests to arrive at Miaojiang at the same time. This is indeed an honor," Meng Lu said politely.

Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng glanced at each other, then looked away.

Jun Mosheng spoke first. "High Priest Meng, we have heard there's a beauty laying at the altar, who has been sleeping for a thousand years. Could you let us see her?"

"Mr Jun, Mr Lu, that is indeed the truth. This beauty who has been sleeping for a thousand years, was rescued by me from the Passion River many years ago."

"Passion River?"

"That's right. The Passion River is the holy source of water in Miaojiang. As the name suggests, the Passion River is able to destroy the skin of a person who is in love with someone else, as if it were acidic, just by a mere drop. The Passion Water from the river is as harmless as normal water should it touch a person who does not love anyone."

"Passion River?"

This so called 'Passion River' in Miaojiang was considered folklore. It was said that this holy water could verify the true love between a man and a woman.

For men and women who loved another, even a drop of the Passion Water would destroy them almost immediately.

To think that Lin Xuanji had floated in the Passion River before she was rescued. Was she alright? How had she survived?

Jun Mosheng looked at Lu Jinwen. He was the man that Lin Xuanji had loved most in this lifetime.

That year, when Lin Xuanji consumed the Gelsemium elegans and jumped into the lake from a six feet above the sea, did she still have feelings for Lu Jinwen?

Lu Jinwen merely stood there. There was no change in expression on his handsome face. He did not ask any questions.

Similarly, Jun Mosheng also did not ask anything more.

"I brought this beauty into the altar. I'm not sure why she has been in a deep sleep all of these years. But during these years that she has been sleeping, Miaojiang has enjoyed peace and prosperity which is an auspicious sign. This sleeping beauty is God's blessing to Miaojiang and I've already termed her as the Holy Lady of Miaojiang."

The people in Miaojiang were superstitious and regarded Miao Gu highly, which was why it was no surprise that Lin Xuanji was known as the Holy Lady of Miaojiang.

Meng Lu continued speaking. "The altar is the most important place of Miaojiang and outsiders are not allowed to enter, but since both of you distinguished guests are here, I will bring both of you to view from the outside."

"Then we will thank High Priest Meng first."

At this juncture, someone snorted lightly.

Everyone turned around to see. The sound came from Lin Siyu, who was beside Lu Jinwen.

Jun Mosheng looked at Lin Siyu's ravishing face. She was indeed the spitting image of Lin Xuanji, and even her demeanor was eerily similar.

"Miss Lin, what are you laughing at?" Jun Mosheng asked.

Lin Siyu was wearing a red dress, and she looked exactly like Lin Xuanji. She pouted her lips and raised her chin in conceit. "Lin Xuanji should be quite old by now and could even be my Mom. What's so good about seeing an old lady?"

With that, Lin Siyu twirled around with satisfaction. "Is Lin Xuanji young and beautiful like me? I don't really have the heart to criticize her."

Lin Siyu felt that she had been neglected. She was the spitting image of Lin Xuanji, but everyone's focus was on Lin Xuanji. She was only 21 years old and radiated youth and vitality. Why did everyone not pay attention to her?

And so, she wanted everyone to focus on her.

Jun Mosheng glanced at Lin Siyu from head to toe. He did not speak to her, but merely looked at Lu Jinwen. "Young Master Lu, seems like you have showered this Miss Lin with a little too much affection. To think that this counterfeit is actually acting all arrogant and conceited."

What?

Counterfeit?

Lin Siyu was so incensed she nearly leapt at the man. This Jun Mosheng's mouth was simply too ruthless!

At this moment, Meng Lu also looked at Lin Siyu. "Indeed, this Miss Lin does look very much alike the Holy Lady in my tribe, but she pales in comparison to the Holy Lady."

Meng Lu shook his head.

"…"

Lin Siyu felt utterly humiliated. She promptly tugged on Lu Jinwen's sleeve and pouted her mouth in displeasure.

Lu Jinwen patted her little hand and uttered, "Be good, hm?"

Be good?

It sounded tender and affectionate on the surface, but it was extremely perfunctory.

Ever since Lu Jinwen had arrived, this was the first sentence he had said to her.

Jun Mosheng looked at the counterfeit with obvious disinterest. "High Priest, please bring us to see the Holy Lady now."

"Alright, please follow me."

…

At the altar.

The altar in the Miao Tribe was located deep in the mountains. Meng Lu did not let them enter the altar, but merely let them stand outside to view.