Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Their bodies were close together, merely separated by the thin material of their clothing.

Lin Shiyu could smell a clean, masculine scent coming from him. It smelled so good that she was almost mesmerized by it.

A woman’s body scent would make a man release love hormones and similarly, a man’s body scent would also make a woman’s heart palpitate and blush.

“You despicable, shameless man! Let go of me!” She struggled with all her might.

But Fu Qinglun wouldn’t let go, her body nuzzling against his chest as she moved around, just like a snake. He lowered his eyes, looking at those curves in front of her chest.

Lin Shiyu lifted her eyes, noticing that he was staring at her chest.

What a pervert!

With her body so close to his, she could feel his muscles tensing up so clearly. Her delicate skin was against his, they were both adults and things started getting heated up.

If possible, Lin Shiyu’s face turned even more red.

Fu Qinglun hugged her, not allowing her to move as he whispered in her ear, “Do you feel it?”

Did he really ask whether she could feel it?

Her lashes fluttered and she struggled to get away even more.

Yes, she could feel it.

But wasn’t he impotent?

“Why aren’t you answering me?”

Fu Qinglun was persistent, his lips caressed her earlobe as his voice seemed to tease all of her senses. Her earlobe was as soft as cotton candy, he just couldn’t get enough of it.

That was the most sensitive body part of hers. Once he started kissing it, her legs gave way.

“Let go of me! Don’t–” She sounded somewhat weak as she said that, but it only worked to sound even more seductive in his ears.

“Lin Shiyu, listen carefully. I like you, and I want you.”

What did he say?

Was he confessing his feelings for her?

He said that he liked her?

The erotic dream that bothered her for the past few months suddenly popped up in her mind. The man pushed her against the wall, biting her shoulder as he repeated, “Shiyu, I love you.”

She couldn’t see that man’s face clearly. But now, she could feel that man’s face matching with his.

Her heart instantly palpitated.

Was this… the feeling of love?

Fu Qinglun picked up her jaw, fixing his gaze on her supple, red lips.

He leaned over, wanting to kiss her.

But Lin Shiyu turned her head away, avoiding his kiss. “Mr Smithson, are you trying to force yourself on a pregnant woman?”

Fu Qinglun’s kiss landed on her hair. As he supported himself with both hands on the wall, he buried his face in her neck while panting heavily.

God damn it, he nearly forgot that she was still pregnant.

“I’m sorry.”

Somehow, even his apology sounded inexplicably seductive.

Lin Shiyu stretched her hands out, pushing him away. “Get lost!”

Fu Qinglun’s face left her neck. She smelled so good, it was so hard for him to not be attracted to her.

He lowered his head, stretching his hand out, wanting to touch her bump.

What was he doing?

Lin Shiyu was full of wariness as she protected her bump with her hands, not allowing him to touch it.

Fu Qinglun looked at her.

Right when the atmosphere got tense, a melodious ringtone broke the silence.

Reaching his hand into his pocket, he took out his phone and answered the call. “Hello.”

“Daddy.” A kiddy voice was on the other end of the call.

Lin Shiyu was still against the wall, surrounded by him and she could hear the child’s voice very clearly.

She gasped. He has a daughter?

He actually has a daughter?

“Daddy, it’s already so late, why aren’t you home yet? Mommy is not here, I have to make sure you don’t do anything funny outside. Are you dating other beautiful aunties outside behind Mommy’s back?”

Fu Qinglun’s expression turned gentle as he looked at Lin Shiyu. He suddenly had this urge to let her talk to Little Lemon.

Little Lemon missed her mommy very much.

He missed her very much too.

In fact, both of them missed her a lot.

But before he could move, Lin Shiyu pushed him away, lifting her hand to give him a slap on the face.

Slap! The crisp sound of the slap reverberated through the entire corridor. Fu Qinglun was slapped so hard by her.

The atmosphere turned stifling.

Fu Qinglun slowly turned his face straight, his expression so grim and dangerous. In response, Lin Shiyu only gave him a cold-eyed stare, not saying a word at all.

She turned to leave.

And then she was gone.

Seeing her beautiful back view slowly disappear before him, Fu Qinglun kicked the trash can beside him.

Bam!

Their second meeting ended with a slap.

…

Lin Shiyu left the bar, getting in a cab.

She took her phone out, dialing a number.

“Hello, Shiyu, how’s it between you and Mr Smithson? We–” Tang Mo’er said.

“Mo’er,” Lin Shiyu interrupted her, “I’m not interested in Mr Smithson, don’t ever mention him again.”

“What?” Tang Mo’er couldn’t understand why she said that.

“Mo’er, I’ve decided to go overseas for my further studies. The University of Houston has sent me a letter of acceptance.”

Tang Mo’er was stunned. “Shiyu, you’re at the peak of your musical career now. ‘Forget About Love’ is so popular, as long as we continue working hard, we definitely could–”

“Mo’er, I promise I’ll be back. I just want to clear my mind of all thoughts and improve myself, it’ll only be for around six months. I want to make myself better before I come back.”

Tang Mo’er didn’t know what to say. What could she say anyway? She knew that Shiyu would never change her mind once she made a decision. Shiyu was an intelligent woman, when she said that she would make herself better before she came back, she would definitely do so.

All these years, Shiyu had led such a tough life. Shiyu hadn’t led a life of her own in a very long time.

She loved freedom the most, but she had been tied down for so long.

Tang Mo’er moved her lips. “Fine, Shiyu. Promise me, in six months, I want to see a better you.”

…

Along the corridor.

Fu Qinglun hadn’t left, he leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

He was smoking it.

Ding! He received a text message.

Clicking the message open, he saw the news of Lin Shiyu leaving. She was going to leave, but he had only learned about the news from someone else.

She was going to study music at the University of Houston. She was so decisive, not letting herself be tied down by the baby growing inside of her. She was the true definition of what it meant to live life spontaneously.

Fu Qinglun stopped smoking the cigarette, just holding it in his hand while standing there till the cigarette butt burned his fingers.

Shaking his head, he quickly got himself together. He then leaned his head on the wall as he puffed on the remaining remnants of the cigarette.

He lifted his head again, blowing out a puff of smoke.

Sikong had just given him a call earlier on. The tissue sample taken from Lin Shiyu’s baby had just passed the chorionic villus sampling. Little Lemon could finally be saved.

But Little Lemon needed around six months to recover.

Six months…

The corners of his lips kicked up. Six months. In six months, Fu Qinglun, Lin Shiyu and Little Lemon… They would all become better versions of themselves.