Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 93: Divorce Agreement

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

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Gu Mohan brought Tang Mo’er to a corner and warned her with a stern look in his deep and narrow eyes, “Stand here and don’t move!”

“Okay.”

The bodyguards were charging over, Gu Mohan started to fight them with the perfect fighting stance. It was the first time she had seen him fighting, his moves were precise and powerful and the enemies weren’t able to lay a hand on him.

If she had been younger, Tang Mo’er would probably have screamed and cheered for him like an excitable fangirl. Even now, she still had to hold down the temptation, especially when seeing his smooth, swift movements as he took down the bodyguards. Her heart sped up and she put a delicate hand on her chest to calm herself.

Huo Beichen hurriedly jumped up the moment he saw Second Brother being attacked by a bunch of bodyguards. “Shut all the doors, how dare they provoke my second brother in my territory! I’m going to beat up all the dogs until they won’t ever dare to come back!”

Huo Beichen then picked up a beer bottle and joined the fray.

The place was an utter mess, the broken beer bottles were all over the place and many people were screaming, trying to make their way to the exit to escape the chaos. Lu Qi’er was shocked to see Gu Mohan, the leading wealthy businessman, fighting with his bare fists. She was used to seeing the cool and handsome side of him and would never have expected to see him fighting for a woman. A woman that was not her.

An irrational bodyguard picked up a wine bottle and smashed it at Lu Qi’er’s head. Her pupils contracted and she flinched, but found herself stuck, her body just wouldn’t respond.

A fair-skinned large palm stretched over in the nick of time and pulled her into his arms.

She raised her head and looked into the eyes of Fu Qinglun.

“Qinglun.”

Fu Qinglun didn’t have much of an expression on his face, he still looked modest and scholarly. However, his eyes were cold. He glared at the bodyguard and sneered at the man. “Planning to continue?”

This was Karghalik. Although the bodyguard may not have been familiar with Gu Mohan, it was impossible for him to not recognize Fu Qinglun, unless he had lived under a rock all his life. He started to shake and apologized profusely, “Sorry, Mr Fu.”

The bodyguard smashed the beer bottle on his own head instead.

Fu Qinglun looked at the bodyguard’s blood that flowed out from his wound and whipped out his cell phone to make a phone call. He called over a group of people and then helped Lu Qi’er out of the bar.

A Bentley Mulsanne was parked outside the bar. Ever the gentleman, Fu Qinglun opened the passenger’s door for Lu Qi’er, leading her into the car in a gentle voice. “Qi’er, I’ll send you home.”

Lu Qi’er looked around the CC bar and noticed that Gu Mohan was still inside. She smiled elegantly and asked instead, “Qinglun, what happened between Brother Mohan and Tang Mo’er?

Fu Qinglun looked at Lu Qi’er and after some deliberation, spoke up, “Mohan is serious about Tang Mo’er.”

“But Tang Mo’er is never going to make it into the Gu family. I’m the most suitable daughter-in-law for the Gu family, isn’t that right? Even his parents are fond of me. Beichen seems to be on Brother Mohan’s side. Qinglun, are you not going to stand on my side?”

The neon lights from the city shone in Fu Qinglun’s eyes. It was impossible to decipher his thoughts from his calm eyes. He didn’t answer her.

A melodious ringtone disrupted the silence. It was Fu Qinglun’s secretary, Beichuan.

“Hello, President Fu. I’ve just received some news, Madam is back from Singapore.”

Lin Shiyu was back?

Fu Qinglun ended the phone call and he gave a cold smirk.

“Qinglun, is Shiyu back? I’m sorry, I know that it was because of me, that’s why...”

Lu Qi’er and Lin Shiyu were cousins, both granddaughters of the Lin family.

“It wasn’t because of you,” Fu Qinglun interrupted her words, “I’ll send you back to the hotel.”

...

The Fu’s villa.

The maid opened the doors to the villa and Fu Qinglun entered the living room without removing his shoes. He looked around and noticed that Lin Shiyu wasn’t there. He asked the maid in an indifferent tone, “Where’s young madam?”

The maid didn’t dare to have any eye contact with Fu Qinglun. She swallowed nervously. He was exuding a cold aura and looked just like a cold-blooded animal.

“Young Master, young... young madam is still not back yet. However, someone has sent over something.”

Fu Qinglun’s gaze landed on the coffee table. There was something lying on the coffee tableーa divorce agreement.