Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Qinglun and smiled. “Young Master Fu, I’m not interested to know whether you have bedded Lu Qi’er or not. I’m just curious to know why your perception of beauty is so low? Is this what they call poor taste? This Lu Qi’er is no virgin and has already spent so much effort in seducing your good friend, President Gu, only to end up in bed with a fool and even got herself pregnant. Young Master Fu, how can you be attracted to such a woman?

“During these three years of her so-called popularity, who knows how many sexual favors she has provided. Seeing that we were once a married couple, I’ll like to remind Young Master Fu to go for regular medical check-ups, in case you’ve contracted AIDS!

 “Of course, lastly I’ve to congratulate Young Master Fu. Young Master Fu has spent numerous years transforming from the spare-tire to the male lead in your romantic relationships now. Of course I must applaud and cheer for you. Young Master Fu is really too… inspiring!”

 2Silence. There was silence all around after these words were uttered.

 “…”

 Lu Qi’er’s face was a mixture of red and white. She felt insulted and completely humiliated. This Lin Shiyu was practically tearing her skin apart.

His words were deep and meaningful. On the surface, it sounded like he was comforting her, but if one were to listen carefully, it sounded like he was criticizing her.

 Lu Qi’er gave two short laughs politely in embarrassment.

 …

 Tang Mo’er and Lin Shiyu had returned to their seats. Lin Shiyu asked, “Mo’er, why isn’t An’an here yet?”

 “Let me give her a call.” Tang Mo’er took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

 …

Champagne Residence No.1.

 In the room, a melodious cell phone ring-tone sounded. A fair hand reached for the phone and answered the call. “Hello.”

 “An’an, when are you coming? We’re still waiting for you to dance.” Tang Mo’er’s soft voice came through the phone.

 An’an was about to reply when someone knocked on the door. Auntie Su said outside the door, “Elder Miss, there’s a man outside who said he wants to see you.”

 An’an promptly turned her head towards the door. “Big Sister Mo’er, I’ll be there later. I’m going to hang up now.”

 She hung up the call, walked ahead and opened the door. “Did he say his name?”

 Aunt Su shook her head. “Elder Miss, he said you would know who he is.”

 You would know who he is.

 Cold amusement flashed across An’an’s eyes. “Let him wait. Tell him that I don’t want to see him.”

 “Yes.”

 Aunt Su went away and An’an returned to the room. She arrived at the balcony and looked down.

 There was a tall and muscular man standing in the corridor downstairs. He was wearing a black baseball cap, and dressed in a gray shirt and black trousers. The faint yellow light that shone on him was unable to soften the hardness and coldness that he exuded.

He had come here amidst the wind and snow to save his students.

 At this moment, the main door of the villa opened and Auntie Su spoke to him. The man stepped back and gradually raised his head. She was upstairs and he was downstairs.

Their eyes met.

She could see him clearly. The man stuck both hands into his trousers pockets. His brown eyes were riveted on her. His gaze was penetrating, cold and filled with complicated emotion.

It had been three years since they last met and this forty-year-old man had not changed much, only that his features had become deeper, as if they had been chiseled by an ax. He had not shaved and there was a ring of stubble on his face, which made him exude an inexplicable sort of masculinity.

An’an felt that all the indulgent and pleasure-seeking idiosyncrasies had disappeared in him these three years. He had become very solemn and silent, and looked like he had been through more of the vicissitudes of life.

1One could tell at a glance that there was a story behind this man.

 Women were always captivated by such men.

 Retracting her gaze, An’an turned around and entered her room. She took out a set of clothes to change and prepared herself to head towards CC Bar.

Soon after she changed into a long, beige-colored shimmery dress with spaghetti straps. The thin straps lay on her smooth shoulders. It was a bareback dress, which accentuated the perfect lines of her back and she looked ravishing.