YOUNG MASTER GU, PLEASE BE GENTLE

“Your entire family is intimidating! Your grandfather forced you to choose between your career and your woman. Even if you did end up choosing me, what makes you think that I’ll stay with a powerless man?

“You have heavy burdens on your shoulders and I’m not willing to face them together with you. I’m also not a woman who has the time or patience to support and build everything with you from the start. Why shouldn’t I marry Jun Chulin and become his first lady!”

Tang Mo’er’s words were sneering and callous and spat out with a venom that made him pause.

Gu Mohan’s breathing became heavier, all he could see was their disheveled appearance and his logic had completely smashed into pieces after he experienced such a shock.

He lowered his long eyelashes and cracked his knuckles he sucked in a torrid breath. A few moments later, he raised a corner of his lips, with a look of arrogant disdain. “Tang Mo’er, I’ll give you one more chance. Come here now. Come back to my side.”

Tang Mo’er clenched her fists, digging her fingernails in her palms forcefully. She couldn’t.

She refused to move, even an inch.

Gu Mohan moved his lips but he didn’t utter a word, he just turned around and left.

…

Gu Mohan had left.

He had really left.

Tang Mo’er’s heart was completely broken, as though her heart was ripped into two pieces, she only felt excruciating pain.

“Mo’er, are you okay?”

Realizing that Tang Mo’er was quivering, Jun Chulin instantly held onto her shoulders.

“It’s okay, I’m fine.”

Tang Mo’er held her head with her tiny hands, she felt something warm in her nostrils and some warm liquid gushed out.

She stretched out her hands to feel it, her hand was filled with blood.

If she was honest with herself, she was terrified.

She was only 21 years old, the best time of her life had only just begun and before she could even begin to dream, she was beginning to deteriorate before she could even have the chance to experience life.

Darkness, failure, death and the thought of losing everything was encompassing her, making her feel a wild desperation for something, anything to take her away from this nightmare.

She burst out crying and screamed, “Ahhh!!!!”

“Mo’er!” Jun Chulin called her name before using his hands to pinch her nose. “Do you regret it? I can tell that Gu Mohan doesn’t want to let go of you. Why can’t you tell him the truth? Why won’t you allow him to bear the burden with you?”

Bear the burden?

Tang Mo’er smiled through her tears, showing him the handful of blood that seeped across her fingertips. “To bear the burden would mean that he would have to take care of me on my deathbed and eventually watch me die. I can’t. I just can’t. Young Master Jun, please promise me you won’t let him know about my loss of sight. Please.”

…

Jinhua Palace.

Lu Qi’er was waiting for Gu Mohan. Tang Mo’er had disappeared for two days and she felt her opportunity approaching.

She was finally going to get married to Gu Mohan and turn from his fiancée and become his legitimate wife, Mrs Gu. His one and only.

Hearing steady footsteps, Lu Qi’er lifted her head and looked over. Gu Mohan was fully dressed in black and he slowly approached, exuding a cold aura that was even more ferocious than ever.

“Mohan, you’re back?” Lu Qi’er hurriedly rushed over, stretching out her arm to hook it around his muscular arm.

But Gu Mohan lowered his head and glared at her arm.

Lu Qi’er was stunned and she hurriedly retracted her arm. “Mohan, why do you keep on giving me the cold shoulder? We’re already engaged, and I am your fiancée. Moreover, we have such a longstanding friendship formed from our childhood. Don’t you remember how you used to like me back then? Why are you acting so differently?”

During their childhood.

Gu Mohan’s mind was filled with fragments of memories from the day of Lu Qi’er’s birth. She was a tiny baby who held his finger tightly, smiling at him.

At that moment, he had liked her so much and even looked forward to taking her in as his future wife.

Gu Mohan’s deep and narrow eyes landed on Lu Qi’er’s face.

“Lu Qi’er, let’s get married.”