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Old Master Gu’s expression turned ugly. Gu Mohan had reprimanded his butler in front of him, it was akin to slapping his face.
Gu Mohan took a look at Old Master Gu, and said distantly, “Once you’re done slapping yourself, pack up and get out of here. I don’t ever want to see you in the Capital again.”
The butler shuddered. Gu Mohan was getting rid of him?
“Mohan, do whatever you like with this butler, but I want you to take a look at Yelin. His high fever isn’t subsiding,” Old Master Gu said.
At the mention of Yelin, Gu Mohan moved immediately to his bedside, and reached out with his large palms to stroke his forehead.
Little Munchkin’s forehead was still burning and he was in a stupor.
“Mohan, Yelin’s condition is directly related to Miss Tang. It wasn’t my intention to make things difficult for her. If we hand her over to the police and she’s innocent, she can also prove that she did nothing wrong.”
Gu Mohan raised his head to look at Tang Mo’er. His eyes were deep, so deep that it was impossible to know what he was thinking.
He said after a few seconds, “Miss Tang, what’s your thoughts on this matter?”
“I didn’t harm Niuniu. I would never hurt him. Never.”
Gu Mohan’s thin lips curved upwards, and he laughed coldly and said sarcastically, “Of course you won’t admit to hurting Niuniu.”
Tang Mo’er knitted her brows together. “What do you mean?”
He suspected that she hurt Niuniu too?
He was protecting her just now, and had changed his attitude completely now. The difference was too big.
Gu Mohan’s gaze was as an enigma. “This better have nothing to do with you, or I’ll never let you off.”
With that, Gu Mohan scooped Little Munchkin up and left.
With Gu Mohan’s departure, Old Master Gu took a look at Tang Mo’er and left with his men. Bai Feifei naturally left as well.
Woof!
Bluse barked once at Tang Mo’er, and left with Auntie Su as well.
The hospital room was finally quiet. Tang Mo’er was the only one left.
She stood rooted to the ground, with Gu Mohan’s last threat circulating relentlessly in her ear. He said he’ll never let her off if she hurt Niuniu.
He didn’t trust her!
…
Champagne Residence No.1.
Little Munchkin was put in his own room. Si Kong had arrived.
Si Kong was the Guding Family’s doctor, and his skills were top-notch.
“President Gu, Little Master’s high fever isn’t abetting and it’s dangerous, but I will do all that I can do treat him.”
Gu Mohan pressed his thin lips together. “How confident are you?”
“90 percent.”
“I want it to be 100 percent, or I’ll ask your master to fire you!”
“…Understood.”
Gu Mohan looked at Little Munchkin on the bed and said, “Figure out what’s causing my son to have this high fever and stupor.”
“It’s a type of poison.”
Poison?
Gu Mohan’s deep eyes turned murderous. Who dared poison his son?
They must be sick of living life, to have turned their attention onto his son.
At this moment, a deep magnetic voice sounded beside his ear. “Mohan, aren’t you afraid that Little Miss Tang will get angry after all those words you said to her in the hospital today?”
Gu Mohan walked into the living room with his long legs. Fu Qinglun was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea.
Who are you calling little miss?” Gu Mohan glared at him.
Fu Qinglun was speechless.
He was getting jealous just because he called her Little Miss Tang. What a ridiculously jealous man!
Gu Mohan sat on the sofa, his handsome, straight back leaning lazily against it. “Someone is already focusing their attention on my son and her. This is for her own good. I’ll definitely fish out the culprit behind this.”
“Who do you suspect?” Fu Qinglun asked.
Gu Mohan’s thin lips curved upwards, and he said nothing.
Fu Qinglun glanced at him. “From the materials I sent you last time, Tang Mo’er was in a car accident three years ago and was knocked into by a van. Do you think it’s the same person?”
“It’s possible.” Gu Mohan took a sip of his tea and said lightly, “It’s already not bad that he didn’t manage to kill this woman who abandoned her husband and son.”
Fu Qinglun put down the teacup in his hands. “Stop being stubborn. If you have the ability, then take her back and stop investigating what happened three years ago.”
Gu Mohan looked at Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun left the room without turning back.
“Where are you going?” Gu Mohan asked.
Fu Qinglun walked out of the main villa door. “I’m returning to Karghalik.”
Returning to Karghalik?
Gu Mohan suddenly remembered that tomorrow was Lin Shiyu’s mother’s death anniversary.
At this moment, Yan Dong walked over and said, “President, Miss Bai is on the line. She wants to have a meal with you tomorrow.”
Bai Feifei…
A faint smile appeared on Gu Mohan’s handsome face as he said, “I’ll make some time tomorrow to take her out then.”
…
Karghalik.
Mama Lin’s tombstone was placed at her burial site. On it was her photograph, where she was smiling the warm smile of a gentle mother.
Heavy footsteps approached and with them brought Fu Qinglun.
Clad in a custom-made suit, Fu Qinglun was dressed in black. The wealthy young master with noble blood in his veins held a bunch of white flowers in his hands, and his heavy footsteps stopped in front of the tombstone. He bent his tall figure down, and put the flowers in front of the tombstone.
He stood up and looked at the Mama Lin on the tombstone with his deep, dark eyes. “Mama Lin, it’s been a while.”
Mama Lin looked at him with love, smiling at him.
It had been three years. He hadn’t been back in three years.
His memories had remained on that day three years ago, in that hospital room, where he kneeled in front of Mama Lin, begging for her forgiveness.
He had used his last moments in Karghalik to try and persuade that woman to stay, but to no avail.
Fu Qinglun’s thin scarlet lips curved upwards.
At this moment, a patter of light footsteps could be heard. Someone was coming.
Fu Qinglun’s hands in his pockets twitched. All the feelings he had buried deep within his heart were blossoming madly once more. He turned around.
A pretty, delicate figure entered his line of sight.
It was Lin Shiyu.
Lin Shiyu was dressed in a black windbreaker today, her raven black hair tied back in a ponytail. It made her look both more elegant and chic than before.
In her hands she held a bouquet of white flowers, a pair of oversized sunglasses on her petite face.
Her footsteps slowed as she saw him.
She raised her hands to take off her sunglasses, revealing her features.
In the three years that he hadn’t seen her, she had turned from 21 years old to 24. Her delicate brows, dainty nose, full red lips and supple skin were all unchanged. She was like an ethereal fairy, every part of her alluring and beautiful.
Her raven black hair, milky skin and red lips pierced through his eyes with their vibrant colors.
It was the same. She was exactly the same as she was three years ago. She didn’t require any accessories or adornment to catch his attention.
At the burial site, he stood on one end and her on another, his dark eyes meeting her clear ones. They had met unexpectedly like that.
Their first meeting in three years felt both too soon… and long overdue.
