Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was Old Master Gu.
It was as if a tub of cold water had drenched Tang Mo’er thoroughly from head to toe. In seconds, she swiftly regained her sanity.
Seeing Old Master Gu had telephoned her, he was surely up to something.
“Miss Tang, where are you going now? Mohan is at the psychiatry therapy room. He forced himself to regain his memory, and the Love Poison has been triggered. He is now bleeding non-stop and only remembers one scene, and that is of him preparing stir-fried… stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots for you…”
Old Master Gu let out a light laugh when he was mentioning about the dish, as if it was a juvenile and trivial matter.
Tang Mo’er’s limbs went icy-cold and she froze. Old Master Gu was aware of everything. He had sent someone to spy on them.
That feeling of being spied on was akin to having a pair of eyes staring at one in the dark all the time, and it made her hair stand on end as goosebumps crawled down her arms.
“Old Master, you have called to kindly inform me about this matter? This is very uncharacteristic of you.”
“Ha.” Old Master Gu let out a low laugh. “Miss Tang, Mohan wants you to go over. A word of advice that you’d better not go anywhere tonight, because if you are to go over, I guarantee that there will not be any doctors in Karghalik to treat Mohan. I will let him… die of pain.”
Tang Mo’er gasped and sucked in a mouthful of cold air. She gripped her cell phone tightly and her whole body trembled. “What are you talking about? Old Master, Gu Mohan is your biological grandson. How can you do such a thing?”
Wasn’t Gu Mohan was his biological grandson? How could he bear to be so cruel?
He would not let the doctors treat Gu Mohan. He would let Gu Mohan die of pain.
Was his heart made of stone? How could he bear to do so?
Old Master Gu was unflappable. “Miss Tang, whether I bear to do so or not depends on you. It depends on whether you can bear to do it or not. Can you bear to see Mohan die from pain? After all, let’s not forget it would be because of you.”
Big droplets of tears cascaded down her face. Tang Mo’er curved her red lips amidst her tears. “Old Master, you are using my love for Gu Mohan against me! You know that I love him and I could never bear to!”
“Miss Tang, you are indeed a sensible person.”
Tang Mo’er lifted her thick lashes and held back her tears. She wiped her tears dry with her fair hand and said calmly. “Alright, I will not go and see him. Please do not let anything happen to him!”
She was almost on the brink of insanity. “If you dare to let anything happen to him, I promise I will destroy the Gu family!”
She immediately hung up the phone.
As she returned to her room, she collapsed backwards onto the bed despondently. With blank eyes, she stared at the chandelier above her as her hand stroked her stomach.
Baby, Daddy will be fine, right?
Daddy will be able to overcome this, even if… we are not by his side.
…
In the hospital.
Gu Mohan gradually opened his eyes and saw the ceiling above him. His deep eyes regained clarity a few seconds later. He was at the hospital again.
He did not feel good.
He moved and wanted to sit up, but he was hurting all over and his throat was extremely dry. Beneath his pale complexion was a sickly shade of green. He was unable to sit up.
“Mohan, you’re awake!” At this moment, Huo Yanmei ran over and helped Gu Mohan to sit up. “Mom will go and get you some water.”
Gu Mohan’s deep and narrow eyes swept the ward. “Mom, where is Tang Mo’er?”
He did not see her.
Huo Yanmei froze while pouring water. “Mohan, Tang Mo’er never came.”
She never came.
Gu Mohan tore off the IV drip on his hand and got down from the bed.
“Mohan, where are you going?”
“Since she did not come, then I will go and find her.” Gu Mohan’s hoarse voice did not exhibit any emotion.
“Mohan, are you insane? How can you even go out of the hospital now? You went under hypnosis to regain your memory and nearly died. Do you really want to give your life to Tang Mo’er?!” Huo Yanmei screeched in agitation.
Gu Mohan reached for his coat and put it on himself. “Don’t worry, she will not take away my life. As long as I’m alive, I will make sure she dies in front of me.”
With that, Gu Mohan glanced at Huo Yanmei and a smile played on his dry lips. “If I die, she will definitely end up in some other man’s arms. And so, Mom, don’t worry, I won’t let myself die.”
Gu Mohan left.
Huo Yanmei was stunned as she looked at Gu Mohan’s retreating back. The cup in her hand dropped onto the carpet. He was obsessed with Tang Mo’er!
Her son had not inherited much from Gu Tianling, but one thing that he had inherited was his stubborn devotion in love.
…
Tang Mo’er walked alone on the street. She did not sit in the huge van. The cold night breeze ruffled her hair as she bowed her head. Is Gu Mohan better?
Suddenly, a tall and handsome figure walked over. He looked very familiar. Tang Mo’er’s bright eyes lit up and she ran ahead. “Gu…”
The man in front turned around and it was the face of a stranger.
He was not Mr Gu.
The sparkle in Tang Mo’er’s eyes swiftly dissipated. She stood on the spot and curved her lips in a self-derogatory manner. She must have been thinking of Mr Gu too much, to the point that she was delusional.
At this moment, she heard the horn sounding from a car. Tang Mo’er looked back and there was a luxurious car parked in front of her. The car window rolled down, revealing Jun Chulin’s handsome, refined face.
“Young Master Jun, it’s been a long time.”
“Mo’er, get in the car. I’ll take you home.” Jun Chulin smiled gently.
“It’s alright, my home is just a couple of steps ahead,” Tang Mo’er declined him politely.
At this moment, Jun Chulin opened the car door and walked out. “Mo’er, then I will walk home with you.”
“Alright.”
…
Both of them chatted for a while on the way home. A few minutes later, they arrived at the Champagne Apartments.
“Young Master Jun, I’m home. Thank you for sending me back.”
“Mo’er, aren’t you going to invite me upstairs for tea?”
“This…” Tang Mo’er smiled in embarrassment. She did not want to invite him upstairs.
At this moment, there was a horn sounding from a car again. Tang Mo’er glanced sideways and she froze.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom car was parked adjacent to her. The car window rolled down, revealing a handsome, defined face.
It was Gu Mohan.
Gu Mohan sat in the driver’s seat and did not alight immediately. He drew a cigarette stick from the cigarette pack and flicked his lighter. The red flame danced about merrily. He lowered his chin to light up the cigarette and started to smoke.
He pulled open the car door and walked over. He stuck one hand into his pants pocket, and the other hand was holding onto his cigarette as he smiled at Tang Mo’er. “Mo’er, when I was in hospital previously, you were shooting a kissing scene with Huo Beichen. This time, I’m in hospital again and you are having a rendezvous with Young Master Jun. What is the meaning of this? Is my existence so weak that you are brazen enough to make me a cuckold? Or should I say, are you that lacking in men?
