Chapter 223 - I Will Marry Lu Qier
Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After speaking, Tang Moâer fainted.
...
The villa in Bangkok.
Tang Moâer was laid on the soft bed, her forehead drenched in sweat and she was scratching herself with her nails, leaving fresh welts of red in their wake. A gripping madness overwhelmed all of her senses and she rolled around the bed in agony.
A number of doctors were making their way in and out of the room, as Gu Mohan stood beside the bed with a menacing aura that made him appear like the king of the underworld. When a doctor shuffled close to him, he grabbed the doctorâs collar and growled, âWhat exactly happened to her?â
The doctor didnât dare to look straight in Gu Mohanâs fierce eyes. âMr Gu, the patient is... is poisoned.â
Gu Mohan let out a frustrated hiss as he glared the stammering man. âWhat poison?â
âLove pea.â Lu Yan was standing beside the door and spoke out.
Gu Mohan released the doctor and stalked over to the door. Like that, the two men stood equal and the atmosphere was tense and heavy.
âWhatâs this love pea?â Gu Mohan looked at Lu Yan.
âThe most toxic poison in Long Erâs gang. Someone infected with the poison will feel as though insects are biting their entire body and they canât help but scratch all over, until their skin ruptures and rots with both old and fresh blood. As the poisonâs effects get worse, they will experience blindness and even hallucinations, eventually suffering a painful death.â
Gu Mohanâs veins were twitching, his deep eyes were narrowed into shards of broken steel. âWhere is the antidote.â
âI have the antidote, but...â
âHa,â Gu Mohan forced a cold laugh out of his throat. âLu Yan, youâve become more daring. Let me remind you that Iâve already gotten rid of Long Er and dirtied my hands. Youâve even reaped the benefits by taking over Long Erâs gang. Now that itâs my turn to ask for a favor, youâre standing here negotiating terms? Do you believe that Iâll do whatever it takes to make sure youâre not going to gain any advantages, but instead, invite trouble?â
Lu Yanâs brown eyes crinkled into a smile as his eyebrows raised in a blatant challenge. âOf course I believe that you can do all of that. But President Gu, the antidote is in my hands. If I wonât give it to you, there is no way you will get it. See how your woman is still in pain? She canât wait any longer.â
Gu Mohanâs muscular chest twitched, he then raised a corner of his lips as he lifted his eyes to meet Lu Yanâs gaze. âWhatâs the condition? I have to marry Lu Qiâer?â
Lu Yan laughed. âPresident Gu, youâre truly a smart one.â
Gu Mohanâs handsome facial features revealed a smile that did not reach his eyes. âAlright, I will marry Lu Qiâer.â
âOh?â Lu Yan raised his brow.
âBut the marriage between the Gu and Lu families is a huge affair. How about this, three days later, weâll have the engagement first and then slowly prepare for the wedding.â
âSure, Iâll give you half of the antidote after the engagement. After my sister becomes Mrs Gu, Iâll give President Gu the other half. But... How long can Tang Moâer afford to wait?â
Taking two steps forward, Gu Mohan leaned in and whispered in Lu Yanâs ear, âWhen your sister truly becomes Mrs Gu, she wonât be able to back out. Master Yan, you donât seem to be afraid, even when playing such a dangerous game.â
âThe more dangerous the game, the more enthralling I find it.â
Gu Mohan placed one hand in his pocket and turned back to look at Anâan. âAnâan, itâs time for you to come home.â
Anâan wore a white dress and stood quietly in the corner as she looked at Gu Mohan. Almost immediately after, her gaze fell on Lu Yan, and she shook her head.
She was not willing to go home.
After all these years, she had spent almost her entire life by Lu Yanâs side.
Gu Mohan pursed his lips and didnât say anything more. Turning around towards the bedroom, he made a dismissive gesture. âSee the guests out.â
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In the room.
The doctors and nurses were chased out of the room. Tang Moâer rolled around in the bed and she ripped her clothes off, wanting to scratch the itch away. She wanted to do something, anything, to relieve the mind-numbing itch that wracked her entire body.
One corner of the bed sunk down a little.
It was him.
In the depths of the madness she found herself in, her hands were held by him and he pressed them on the top of her head, his gentle lips were warm against her cheek. His deep voice sounded apologetic and heart-wrenching. âBe good, Moâer. Donât scratch yourself.â