Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 755 - Fu Qinglun Returns

Chapter 755: Fu Qinglun Returns

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Auntie Su heard the magnetic voice on the phone, it wasn’t Sir.

But she was sure that she had dialed Gu Mohan’s number.

“Hello, I am looking for Sir.”

In Mexico, the Castle Guding. They were in a huge wine cellar as Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan, who was already drunk.

Fu Qinglun held onto his cell phone with one hand, while the other brought the wine glass to his lips. He took a sip of red wine and spoke, “Your Sir is drunk, you can just tell me whatever that’s meant for him.”

“Hello, Mister. It’s like this, I’ll need to ask Sir whether Miss Tang can bring young master home for one night.”

Tang Mo’er wanted to bring little Niuniu back to her place?

Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan who was beside him, blind and stinking drunk. He raised the corners of his lips. Ah, so it was all because of Tang Mo’er that Gu Mohan had traveled such a long distance to find him and get wasted.

“Let her bring Niuniu back then, she’s Niuniu’s biological mother after all.”

Auntie Su gasped, what?

Miss Tang was young master’s biological mother?

Dudu, Fu Qinglun had hung up.

...

Tang Mo’er brought Gu Yelin back to her own apartment. They had dinner together before she bathed the Little Munchkin.

“Niuniu, come over, I’m going to help you dress your wound.”

Tang Mo’er had bought some medicine when she passed by a pharmacy earlier on.

Little Munchkin was extremely obedient, he just sat beside Tang Mo’er while she dressed his wound. She asked gently, “Does it hurt?”

Little Munchkin shook his head. “It doesn’t hurt. Fairy Sister, I’m a real man, even though I’m still a tiny one for now.”

Hearing his words, Tang Mo’er was amused and she kissed the little munchkin on his cheek. “You’re really obedient.”

After dressing his wound, Tang Mo’er picked out a storybook and she told him some bedtime stories, before the two of them fell asleep.

Some time passed and Tang Mo’er suddenly heard a feeble voice beside her. “It hurts... Fairy Sister, it hurts...”

Tang Mo’er jolted awake. It was six in the morning and Little Munchkin’s face was red and burning hot.

She stretched her hand out to feel his forehead, it was burning hot.

Right after he stepped out of the room, there was a suave figure that appeared along the corridor that was fully lined with custom-made carpets. It was Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun looked at Gu Mohan. “You’re going back now?”

“Yes, something has happened to Niuniu, she’s almost going to burst into tears being so worried about Niuniu.”

Once he heard that something had happened to Niuniu, Fu Qinglun’s face turned somber but once he heard the ‘she’s almost going to burst into tears’, Fu Qinglun raised a brow.

Gu Mohan stretched his legs and walked past Fu Qinglun, but he made a turn only after taking two steps. “Go back with me.”

“No.”

Gu Mohan instantly gave Fu Qinglun a kick, leaving a shoe print on Fu Qinglun’s trousers as he said, “Don’t be a coward.”

Don’t be a coward.

“Ha,” Fu Qinglun instantly raised his brows and retaliated, “I’m not a f*cking coward.”

Gu Mohan raised the corners of his lips into a sardonic smile. “The Fu family is almost going to be ruined by you soon, you’re able to do such things to them but just one woman, Lin Shiyu can make you wimp out?”

Three years had passed, the mention of that name had Fu Qinglun’s face turn completely dark. “You talk about it so easily, as if you’ve already managed to settle Tang Mo’er. If you’re not a coward as well, why are you here at my place to get drunk?”

Gu Mohan pursed his lips, giving him a glare before he walked away.

...

Two hours later.

At the Capital’s airport, Gu Mohan had gotten off the plane and a luxury limousine was parked outside. Yan Dong pulled open the door and Gu Mohan got on the limousine.

Within seconds, the limousine sped away.

There was another suave figure that appeared in the airport’s arrival hall, attracting the attention of many.

Fu Qinglun had arrived.

Clad in a tailored white shirt and black trousers, Fu Qinglun appeared. The buttons and silver stitching on his shirt were glistening while a luxury watch adorned his wrist. He was followed by a butler, a personal assistant and was exuding an aloof and somewhat humble countenance.

In his hand was a black cell phone, and he was on Wechat, exchanging text messages with his grandmother.

—-Grandson, have you arrived?

—-Mm, I’ve arrived.

—-Grandson, please don’t come back to Mexico alone. If you’re still single, don’t even bother coming back.

—-...

Right when Fu Qinglun was about to keep his cell phone away, a little kid had knocked into his leg, and a cute voice was heard, “Ah!”

“Sorry, little one, are you okay?”