Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Tang Mo’er was aware that he was looking at her, she raised her eyebrow and her head suddenly whipped around to look at Su Zhe instead.
She said, “That man is… Su Zhe, my fiancé!”

The audience was shrieking, they were shocked by Tang Mo’er’s announcement.

“Ha,” Fu Qinglun mocked heartlessly, “Mohan, Beauty Tang is not only flirting with the male audience but also messing with you! What a woman.”

Gu Mohan’s handsome face was instantly filled with anger.
The atmosphere in the private room plummeted to an icy coldness and the tension was thick in the air.
This little wild kitten was good at giving him surprises.

He lifted up his long leg and finally gave Fu Qinglun a kick, threatening him with a glare.
“Are you forcing me to expose your secrets? Your wife Lin Shiyu raped you on your honeymoon night and flew to Singapore for her further studies.
You haven’t even seen a glimpse of her shadow since.
Are you too lonely after spending two years alone?”

Lin Shiyu?

Fu Qinglun’s face darkened when he heard that name.
He kicked the coffee table in front of him away and it toppled over, falling to one side.

The Fu family was the wealthiest in Karghalik and as the Young Master of the family, Fu Qinglun was groomed to become the only heir ever since he was a child.
It was said that Fu Qinglun had the skies within his grasp, yet remained modest and mysterious, but his only weakness was his wife Mrs Fu, Lin Shiyu.

Nobody was allowed to mention her name in his presence.

“Second Brother, Qinglun, why are things going sour between the two of you just because of a woman? Why don’t we get two hostesses to accompany us…” Huo Beichen suddenly paused and groaned, “Sh*t, we’re screwed.
Karghalik has Tang Mo’er in the South and Lin Shiyu in the North.
Those two women have the two of you in their clutches! How could the two of you be defeated by these two women! This has to be fate.”

Gu Mohan and Fu Qinglun were glaring at him just as he finished speaking.
Huo Beichen raised both arms again.

“Haha, forget I said anything.”

…

Tang Mo’er walked down the stage while the audience cheered for her, and she sat beside Su Zhe.

Su Zhe was feeling agitated from the sensual power play he had just witnessed and he opened his mouth to confess to Tang Mo’er, “Mo’er, I…”

“Han Xiaowan is here.” Tang Mo’er said quietly as she held a cocktail in her hands.