Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Fu Qinglun said that she was shameless. He said it so straightforwardly.

Rong’rong’s face promptly paled. It was as if someone had given her a tight slap. She looked at the man in front of her. He was wearing an expensive navy blue coat. His facial features were handsome and refined, as if they had been crafted meticulously by an artist. He exuded the demeanor of an aristocrat.

This man wielded power and influence in Karghalik. He was good-looking, rich and led a clean, decent private life.

Every woman would be tempted by such a man.

All these years, Rong’rong had grown up in an unhealthy and depraved environment. When she suddenly saw this God-like man that day, she had been deeply mesmerized by him.

She wanted him.

Fu Qinglun’s handsome face was emotionless. He stuck one hand into his trousers pocket and looked at Rong’rong coldly and ruthlessly. “The woman I like is Lin Shiyu. She is beautiful and talented. Look at you. Let’s not mention that your face and figure are nothing compared to her. You are already 27 years old this year, and you were fondled by that mentally retarded man when you were in your teens. You have never been educated and do not have any qualifications. The only thing you can do is to act pitiful to gain sympathy. Do you think you have the right to like me?”

Rong’rong’s eyes widened in shock. His words were merciless and piercing.

He had actually said those words to her!

“Brother Qinglun, all that you have now should have been mine, Iー”

“Go tell your parents that. I’m sure you can get more things from them. Over here, acting pitiful will not get you any sympathy. Take back your desire for me.”

After speaking, Fu Qinglun immediately left.

Rong’rong froze on the spot. She looked at the man’s determined but ruthless retreating back and clenched her fists.

…

On the streets.

Lin Shiyu did not take the car and walked home instead. She enjoyed relaxing amidst the chilly wind.

At this juncture, she could feel someone tailing her. She turned back and saw a handsome figure. It was Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun was following her. He was two meters away.

When she stopped walking, he stopped too. His gaze was riveted on her pretty face and there was a tinge of affection and tenderness in his deep eyes.

Lin Shiyu turned around and continued walking.

Suddenly, there was an alert sounding from her cell phone. She had received a message.

Her fair hand took out her cell phone. It was from Fu Qinglun.

—- I did not get aroused because of her pulling me.

He kept following behind her. He did not say a word, and just continued sending her messages.

There was a flicker in Lin Shiyu’s pretty almond-shaped eyes. She did not reply.

Soon after, she received another message —- I got aroused from watching you dance.

Lin Shiyu, …

She raised her head and the cold wind swept her face. Actually, it was not too cold.

There was another “Beep” sound and she had received another message.

She glanced at her cell phone. There were only four simple words—- Did you miss me?

He asked if she had missed him.

They had been divorced for two months already.

She still did not reply to him.

There was another message —- How was the swelling you had previously?

The swelling she had previously…

He was referring to the third day of the honeymoon.

They had been intimate for the whole day, resulting in her becoming swollen. She could barely keep her legs closed when she went to obtain her divorce certificate.

She did not bother to reply.

There was another message —- Shi’shi, I miss you. I especially want to see… if you are still swollen or not?

Lin Shiyu, …

What did he want to see?

She realized that this man had changed. He had suddenly become so lascivious.

Lin Shiyu placed her cell phone into her pocket and walked into her housing estate, leaving him the view of her pretty retreating back.

Fu Qinglun saw her disappearing from his vision. Even though she had not replied to him at all, he felt a faint sweet feeling spreading in his heart.

He stood on the spot and curved his dark red lips.

…

Lin Shiyu went upstairs and was about to open the door when she saw a figure standing by the door. It was Fu Jingtong.

“Jingtong, why are you here?”

Fu Jingtong handed her a song sheet. “Lion, I suddenly thought of a good idea and I want to share it with you.”

Lin Shiyu received the song sheet. “Thanks.”

Fu Jingtong glanced at the luxury watch on his wrist. “It’s still early. Let’s go have supper together.”

Have supper?

Lin Shiyu could hear Fu Qinglun’s warning in her ears. He did not allow her to mingle with Fu Jingtong.

“I’m not hungry. I want to go back home early to rest.”

“Are you going to invite me in for tea then?”

Lin Shiyu curved her pretty lips. “It’s very dark already…”

She was implying that she did not want to invite him in.

Fu Jingtong raised his good-looking eyebrows. “Lion, in the past we had spent late nights writing songs together, but now you are maintaining a distance from me. Is it because of… Brother Qinglun?”

Is it because of Fu Qinglun?

Because he did not like her to mingle with Fu Jingtong, and so she had maintained a distance subconsciously?

Lin Shiyu had not thought about how to answer this question, so she merely replied, “Jingtong, let’s meet again when we are free.”

Fu Jingtong eyed this woman in front of him. She had always been aloof and cold. If she rejected him, that would mean she was not giving him any chances at all.

Perhaps she herself had not realized that even though she and Fu Qinglun were divorced, she had actually stopped walking and remained at the same spot.

She was waiting for Fu Qinglun to catch up.

“Alright, Lion. Bye.” Fu Jingtong left.

Lin Shiyu took out her key and wanted to open the door. At this time, she suddenly recalled that she had something to speak to Fu Jingtong about. She promptly went downstairs to look for him.

Fu Jingtong was at the elevator. He stuck one hand into his coat pocket and he was holding onto his cell phone with the other hand.

It was very quiet along the corridor and Lin Shiyu could clearly hear the voice from the other line. It was a familiar female voice. “Young Master Jingtong, I still haven’t been able to get close to Brother Qinglun.”

Lin Shiyu’s footsteps froze. Her pretty eyes instantly widened. That female voice belonged to… Rong’rong?

Rong’rong and Fu Jingtong?

Lin Shiyu’s heartbeat quickened. It was as if she had discovered some secret. She quietly retracted her feet and promptly went upstairs.

Upon reaching her apartment, she took a moment to compose herself before whipping out her cell phone to dial a number. “Hello, Jingtong, I’m a little hungry now. Let’s have supper together.”

…

The next night. Hotel Room Number 8601.

Tang Mo’er pushed open the door. The flirtatious Song Jin had already showered and he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. When he saw Tang Mo’er, his eyes were glazed. “Darling, you are finally here. Quick, let me kiss you, I can’t wait anymore.”

Today, Tang Mo’er was wearing a long black velvet dress, and her long hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, which made her ravishing face look even more exquisite and colder than usual.

She placed the bag in her hand on the bedside table and curved her red lips. “Young Master Song, don’t be anxious. I’m going to shower first.”

“Don’t need to shower now, you can shower after we get busy.” Song Jun was ready to pounce on her.

Bam! Tang Mo’er closed the bathroom door and even locked it from the inside.