Chapter 561 - Are You That Lacking in Men?
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.
“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?