Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Engagement present?

Lu Qi’er’s eyes lit up, her gaze landed on the diamond ring around Tang Mo’er’s neck.

The One and Only ring.

Following her gaze, Tang Mo’er smirked inwardly to herself. Lu Qi’er could continue dreaming if she was thinking of owning the diamond ring.

“Mr Gu, I don’t know if you know this, recently, when couples breakup, they tend to do something different. Have you heard of breakup sex? How about I gift you with breakup sex as my final gift?”

After she spoke, the entire crowd gasped. Tang Mo’er was truly brazen.

Lu Qi’er’s face instantly darkened so much it was blacker than the burnt underside of a pot. The term ‘breakup sex’ was like a needle that pierced right inside her heart. Tang Mo’er’s engagement present was simply to o vicious.

Walking forward, she hooked her arm around Gu Mohan’s muscular arm again. Deep inside, she was afraid that Gu Mohan would be seduced by Tang Mo’er, but did not let it show. “Ha, Miss Tang, you’re great at making jokes.”

Tang Mo’er tidied up her skirt and her petite face was enchanting as she spoke softly, “Miss Lu, this man has indeed slept with me, but you shouldn’t worry too much, since he is an excellent sexual product. I wish you a happy engagement.”

After she had said her piece, Tang Mo’er turned and left.

Sexual product?!

Gu Mohan’s deep and narrow eyes exuded a dangerous aura and he couldn’t take his eyes off Tang Mo’er’s beautiful back view.

Lu Qi’er almost vomited blood at Tang Mo’er’s vindictive words.

One of the organizers came through the crowd and tried to make peace following the awkward situation. “Mr Gu, you should have a dance with Miss Lu. How can an engagement banquet be without a dance between the leading couple? The first dance of tonight should be one of you and Miss Lu.”

“Mr Gu and Miss Lu are a match made in heaven, your dance together will be stunning.”

Everyone was expecting Gu Mohan to dance with Lu Qi’er, regardless of their intentions.

Lu Qi’er looked at him, her face hopeful and full of expectation.

Tang Mo’er walked away and didn’t join in the festivities. Lin Shiyu walked over and held onto her tiny hand, asking with concern, “Mo’er, are you alright?”

Tang Mo’er’s delicate hand was icy cold, her tiny face was pale, but she shook her head, acting like she was fine. “It’s alright, it’s just falling out of love.”

It was just a breakup. It wasn’t as though she had fallen to the bottom of a ravine.

“Mo’er.” Su Zhe walked over and paused in front of Tang Mo’er, before he stretched out his hand like a gentleman. “Mo’er, may I invite you to dance with me?”

Since Tang Mo’er had openly broken up with Gu Mohan, Su Zhe believed his chance had finally come again. As long as he stayed beside her, Mo’er would definitely have a fresh start with him.

… Dance with Su Zhe?

Tang Mo’er didn’t move an inch.

A devilish voice was heard from behind the pair. “Mr Su, you’ve invited Tang Mo’er to have a dance. What a coincidence, I would also like to invite Tang Mo’er to dance with me.”

Huo Beichen, that tyrant, walked over with a devious smirk on his handsome face.

“Tang Mo’er, may I have a dance with you?”

Huo Beichen also stretched out his hand in front of Tang Mo’er.

Su Zhe froze. “Young Master Huo, what are your intentions? Surely, the proper way to do it is in order of arrival. I invited Mo’er to dance first.”

Huo Beichen narrowed his eyes and smirked lazily. “Mr Su, although you invited her first, I am sure that Tang Mo’er will choose me instead.”

By now, the three of them were attracting everyone’s attention—-

“Hurry and see this, Tang Mo’er just made a ruckus and even threatened Mr Gu with a knife, she is totally shameless. But now, Young Master Huo and President Su are here to fight over her! God! She’s really a promiscuous vixen.”

“Why do you sound so bitter? Is it her fault that Tang Mo’er is beautiful and charming? She can’t help that so many men are attracted to her. How are you going to stop her?”…

Lin Shiyu’s beautiful eyes scanned through the crowd and stopped on Gu Mohan, who stood in the center of the lobby. He placed both hands in his trouser pocket and stood tall, his deep eyes were fixated on Tang Mo’er.

This man was definitely jealous.

Lin Shiyu blinked and walked forward to give Tang Mo’er a push. “Mo’er, you should just dance with one of them.”

With her mind blank, Tang Mo’er was dazed and her head was starting to hurt. Refusing to respond to Huo Beichen and Su Zhe’s invitation to dance and with Lin Shiyu’s push, she fell forward unwillingly into someone’s embrace.