Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

As Feng Lihen held onto her, Tang Mo’er frowned and spat out, “Let go of me!”

But Feng Lihen refused to let go, and hugged her even tighter. “Little Momo, I’ve traveled so far distance to see you, only to be greeted with this attitude. You heartless little thing!”

Oh. My. God.

What was this?

Everyone there was stunned. What was happening?

Asa was hugging Tang Mo’er and refusing to let go.

And what was the expression of dislike on Tang Mo’er’s face? So many other people who would kill to get this close to Asa didn’t even have the chance.

Yan Dong didn’t dare say the rest. Rumors had already been circulating these three years that Gu Mohan had been dumped by Tang Mo’er.

Now the rumour mill was even more active, with word that Tang Mo’er had openly made Gu Mohan a cuckold, that Gu Mohan had been made an utter fool.

Gu Mohan’s cold gaze landed on Yan Dong’s face, and he asked, “Have you found out about Feng Lihen’s background yet?”

“Not only is Feng Lihen a mega star in the entertainment industry, he is also the illegitimate son of the Feng Family, one of the four most elite families in Country D. As for what happened between him and madam these three years, I couldn’t find any information at all.”

“You didn’t find anything on Tang Mo’er regarding the past three years as well?” Gu Mohan asked.

Yan Dong nodded. “That’s right, any traces of madam these past three years have been cleaned thoroughly. But I can confirm that she was in Country D these past three years.”

Country D was a place of constant change, with strong political activity within the country. The land there was divided into four large domains, each belonging to one of the elite four families. Each family ruled over their own plot of land.

The Feng family was one of the four.

Gu Mohan’s gaze sharpened. This was the Capital, and its growth depended on him. But he was unable to extend his influence to Country D yet.

Taking out his cell phone, he punched in some buttons and called a number.

A melodious ringtone sounded, and someone picked up the call. A deep, alluring voice sounded out. “Hello?”

“I’m going to send you some information. Help me investigate the Feng Family from Country D and Tang Mo’er. Give me news by tomorrow.”

A few seconds later, the nonchalant voice gave a deep laugh. “Tomorrow?”

Gu Mohan raised his handsome brows and said, “The Guding family occupied Mexico for two centuries, and are neighbors of country D. As the next Master of the Castle, it would be an easy feat for you to instruct your lackeys to investigate this for me.”

A deep laugh emanated from the other end. “You don’t need to wait till tomorrow. I can give you the information in an hour.”

Gu Mohan’s thin lips curled upwards, and he replied, “Are you not going to come back? It’s been three years already.”

The other end went silent, and the call ended abruptly.

…

At this same moment, in Mexico, a tall, straight figure stood on the vintage balcony. He was clad in a custom white shirt, with silver cufflinks engraved with the family crest of the Guding Family at the end of his sleeves. He was in crisp trousers, and the neon lights outside illuminated his gentle, handsome features.

Someone was knocking on the door.

“Come in.”

A maid in a lace apron entered and walked up to him. Unable to help herself, she stole a glance at him. He stood at a height on the castle, with one hand in his pocket. His tall, charming figure and elegant charisma made him seem like a natural-born king.

The maid served up a cup of coffee. “Young Master, here is your coffee.”

She set the coffee down on the balcony. He picked up the golden spoon, and stirred the coffee lazily.

But he didn’t drink it. His long, curly eyelashes moved downwards as he closed his eyes. His thoughts were a mystery to all.

The three years had carried a lot of weight with it. His calm eyes were filled with stoic maturity brought on by authority, status and wealth. He was no longer the 27-year-old young master of the Fu family. He was the 30-year-old Master of Castle Guding.

All his hard work seemed to have faded with time, until he could barely remember it anymore.

He thought he had forgotten.

But when Gu Mohan had said, “Are you not going to come back,” it seemed to have stirred something within him, and feelings that he had been suppressing were starting to surface, becoming uncontrollable.

In the end, she had still left a wound in his heart, which time couldn’t erase. It still hurt faintly.

This was a pain he would carry for the rest of his life.

At this moment, a gentle, affectionate but intelligent voice sounded beside him. “Grandson, what are you doing?”