Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Li Si and An Xi were packing their things. Lu Yan was going to rush back at night as there had been a task assigned to him from his superiors.

Just then, a melodious cell phone ring tone sounded. He had an incoming call.

It was Gu Mohan.

He received the call. "Hello, President Gu."

It was uncertain what the other party was talking about. Lu Yan's features turned somber and menacing.

"Understood." He hung up the phone call.

"Yan Zi, we should be setting off now. The hired car is already waiting outside," Li Si said.

Lu Yan turned around and glanced at Li Si and An Xi impassively. "You both get on the car first. I will come shortly."

With that, he strode out the door.

"Yan Zi!" Li Si blocked Lu Yan's way. "This is an order from above. You have to rush back tonight."

Lu Yan pursed his lips menacingly and his gaze was cold and sharp. "Move!"

"Yan Zi!"

Lu Yan grasped Li Si's shoulder and pushed him away with force. Li Si staggered backwards a couple of steps and slammed against the wall.

This man's strength was formidable and Li Si was unable to withstand it at all.

The door opened. Lu Yan's tall and muscular figure had already disappeared from his vision.

Li Si knew that he had gone to look for An'an again.

In this world, only the girl called "An'an" could affect him and cause him to lose all of his rationality.

Ever since that night that An'an had given him her virginity, everything had changed drastically.

Li Si knew that Lu Yan now deemed An'an as his own woman.

He would definitely protect his woman, even at the cost of his own life.

In the past, Lu Yan had slept with many women, but those women were merely tools for him to satiate his physical urges. Beneath his uninhibited appearance lied an extremely loyal and faithful heart.

He would sacrifice his life for the woman who captured his heart.

An'an had done just that, and she had captured his heart tightly.

Li Si sighed.

…

After An'an had gone missing, she had run out but soon after, she was held captive again.

A few men with scarred faces caught hold of her and stroked her face. "F*ck, where did this beauty come from? Her skin is as smooth as silk. I've never screwed such a woman before in my whole life."

One of the men grasped An'an's child-like and ravishing face. "Little doll, how old are you, are you even eighteen years old? You are really so delicate. You're even younger than my daughter."

"Brothers, we are very lucky. We have actually caught such a fine young doll so we'll get to have some fun tonight."…

The men laughed uproariously.

An'an knew that she was in the hands of bad people, and she bit down on the hand of one of the men.

Hiss.

The man was in pain and released An'an.

Taking the chance, An'an dashed off. But only after running a couple of steps, An'an was caught again.

The man, who was bitten, walked ahead and gave An'an a slap.

An'an fell onto the ground from the impact of the slap. There was a metallic taste in her mouth. She had been slapped so hard that she bled.

She raised her head and she looked at the few men coldly. In the darkness, her cold eyes were glittering like two luminous pearls.

Her silky black hair was gathered around her delicate neck and exquisite face. She looked like a little wild animal which had been held captive. Beneath her pathetic appearance, there was a tinge of resoluteness and the men was mesmerized by her.

"Don't hit her. This little doll is so delicate. What if you hit her to death? We haven't even gotten to enjoy her yet!"

One man walked ahead and pressed the back of An'an's head towards his crotch. "F*ck, this little doll is tempting me. Satisfy me first."

That man removed his trousers.

An'an pummeled that man with her fists. "Scram, don't touch me!"

The men laughed uproariously.

Just then, she heard a low and charismatic voice. "Let go of her. She can't be touched."

The man looked up. A tall and muscular figure emerged from the darkness. Lu Yan had arrived.

"Master Yan, how come it's you?"

"Master Yan, aren't you in jail? Why are you here?"…

The men recognized Lu Yan instantly.

Lu Yan stopped in his tracks. He stuck one hand into his trousers pocket. He looked at An'an with his deep brown eyes and gave a sweeping glance towards those men. He gradually curved his thin lips and smiled nonchalantly. "Do you need to care about my matters?"

The men looked at each other. They were full of respect for him. "Master Yan, you are incredible. You can enter and leave the jail whenever you want."

Lu Yan was devoid of expression. He looked down at An'an and extended his calloused palm towards her. "An'an, come here."

An'an promptly clambered up and lunged into Lu Yan's embrace.

Lu Yan held her svelte waist and he planted a kiss on her silky hair. "Don't be scared, I'm here."

An'an buried her icy-cold face into his muscular chest. Mm, there was no need to be scared, he was here.

"Master Yan, this little doll is yours?"

"We ought to die. We nearly touched Master Yan's woman."

"Master Yan, we are leaving now."

The men turned around to leave.

After they left, An'an wanted to raise her head.

But a broad hand held the back of her head and pushed it towards his warm chest. "An'an, don't open your eyes."

Lu Yan retrieved a revolver from the waistband of his trousers. The bullets flew through the air and the men dropped to the ground, one by one, like dead flies.

An'an was caught off guard. When the sound of the bullets being fired reached her ears, she gave a shrill scream.

Her delicate body crumpled onto the ground, before she looked up at the man before her.

Lu Yan was standing there. He placed the smoking revolver back into the waistband of his trousers and looked down at her.

There were a few drops of blood on his handsome face. He wiped off the blood with no expression on his face. His brown eyes landed on her face and he smiled at her. "Scared? Are you scared of me now, hm?"

An'an looked at him dazedly. This was the first time… the first time she had seen him use a gun.

Lu Yan hunched his body and caressed her face with his blood-stained thumb. His charismatic voice was laced with tenderness. "An'an, I'm sorry to have scared you. But… this is me, the real me."

An'an did not speak a word. Her face was as white as a sheet of paper.

Lu Yan lifted her up. "Let's go. You Elder Brother is waiting for you. We will go and find them now."

…

It was already midnight and they could not walk any further. Gu Mohan and company were resting in a dilapidated temple.

Tang Mo'er was standing by the door and looking out anxiously. Why were Lu Yan and An'an not here yet?

Just then, two people emerged from the darkness. It Lu Yan, carrying An'an.