Chapter 507 - Lin Xuanji’s Sketches Were Torn to Pieces

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gu Mohan’s breathing became heavier, he stretched his injured arm into the cab, holding the lascivious driver’s collar and yanked on it forcefully. Dragging him out of the taxi, he threw a heavy punch, and the driver fell on the ground.

The driver could tell that Gu Mohan was a powerful and influential man with one look. He was done for!

“Mister, please don’t hit me. I only did it in the heat of the moment. It was her, she seduced me, I just couldn’t resist the temptation. I mean, look at her!

“C’mon mister please let me off. I’m begging you now, please let me offーargh!”

The lascivious driver shirked and let out a yell. Gu Mohan had stepped on his crotch and twisted his foot around, torturing him even more.

He started bleeding profusely.

Gu Mohan had incapacitated him.

The pervert fainted before he could react further.

Gu Mohan whipped out his cell phone, dialing a phone number and he spoke with no expression on his face. “Come and handle this.”

He subsequently hung up.

He then crouched down and looked at Tang Mo’er, questioning, “You’re not going to come out yet?”

Tang Mo’er climbed out of the taxi on all four limbs.

...

In the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Tang Mo’er was seated on the passenger’s seat and she was dressing his wound with a cotton bud that was dipped in alcohol.

The back of his hand was lacerated and filled with gashes, it was scary to look at.

“Mr Gu, does it hurt?”

Gu Mohan sat on the driver’s set and he was smoking a cigarette with his other hand. The cigarette was smoking at his fingertips, he furrowed his brows while taking in another puff before turning his head around to look at the woman beside him.

Tang Mo’er looked up at him through her eyelashes with her lustrous eyes. She felt a twinge in her heart since he was injured while trying to save her.

He didn’t speak, but he blew the smoke onto her tiny face.

He actually blew the smoke on her face.

Tang Mo’er choked on the smoke and she coughed.

She heard someone chuckle by the side, it was Gu Mohan laughing at her.

He laughed after making her choke on purpose.

Tang Mo’er’s face flushed red. She lifted her head and looked at him. He was laughing at her with obvious mirth while he wound down the window. The cold breeze rushed in and blew his fringe around. He looked like a charismatic bad boy while he was smoking.

“You’re injured, stop smoking already!” Tang Mo’er lifted her hand and snatched away his cigarette.

Gu Mohan narrowed his eyes and glared at her, his voice revealing displeasure and dominance. “Give it back!”

“No!”

Gu Mohan leaned over, pressing himself on her while he tried to snatch the cigarette back. He berated, “Aren’t you daring, return me my cigarette right now!”

Tang Mo’er threw his cigarette out of the window and retorted, “I’m not returning it!”

Gu Mohan could only hold onto her shoulder, pressing her back against the seat. He leaned forward and their faces were suddenly too close together. He enunciated each word clearly, “Miss Tang, do you really take yourself for my wife after calling me darling? Are you trying to control me now?”

Tang Mo’er was stunned, she pouted and looked at him with her eyes teary. She originally was his wife to begin with.

There was only one thing missing in their relationship, a marriage certificate.

“Hmph, I’m bent on controlling you, is there anything wrong with me wanting to be your wife? Hubby, Hubby, Hubby...”

She called him hubby so many times with a sensual voice of hers. It was stirring a hidden heat from down below.

Gu Mohan could feel his heart melting after hearing her call him that, but he regained his composure and warned her, “Stop calling me that!”

“I’m going to continue, you can’t stop me!”

Gu Mohan’s gaze shifted down, landing on her cherry lips. Ever since he kissed her, he couldn’t stop being reminded of her lips.

He shouted at her with a slightly husky voice, “If you’re going to continue, I’m going to shut you up by stuffing your Big Hubby 1 in your mouth.”

Big Hubby?

What did he mean?

Tang Mo’er looked at him, perplexed by his words. “What do you mean by Big Hubby?”

She was guileless. What Big Hubby? Gu Mohan’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t want to tell her the real meaning behind it.

He could feel himself getting really... perverted.

He slowly loosened his grip on her.

Tang Mo’er lowered her head, continuing to dress his wound.

But Gu Mohan was tortured by his addiction, he wanted to reach for a cigarette but recalling that she didn’t allow him to smoke, he restrained himself.

...

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked in front of the Lu family villa.

Tang Mo’er opened the car door and alighted from the car. She looked at the man on the driver’s seat and thanked him, “Mr Gu, thank you for giving me a lift. I’ll head off now.”

Gu Mohan glanced at her through the polished car window.

Tang Mo’er turned around and stepped on the lawn, where she was knocked into by the maid yesterday night.

Could she have dropped her mother’s sketchbook there by accident?

Tang Mo’er looked around before she noticed a pile of shredded papers on the lawn.

She ran over and grasped the shreds of paper. No... It was her mother’s sketches!

Her mother’s sketches were all ruined and torn up!

Tang Mo’er gasped, her blood was boiling. That was the only thing she had left from her mother.

Who was it?

Who was behind such a terrible thing?

Tang Mo’er picked up the torn papers and placed them in her purse, not missing out even a single piece. She then stormed into the Lu family villa.

...

Bam! She pushed open the door and strode through with an icy expression.

“Elder Miss, why are you here?” The maid asked.

Tang Mo’er headed straight for the living room. Lin Xuanyin was arranging some flowers in the living room, living her best life.

“Mo’er, you’re back. Have you had dinner yet? I’ll get the maid to reheat some dishes if you hadn’t eaten.” Lin Xuanyin quickly got up and held Tang Mo’er’s hand.

Tang Mo’er smirked after seeing Lin Xuanyin pretend to be so caring. She retracted her hand and asked, “Lin Xuanyin, were you behind it? Did you get your people to tear apart my mother’s sketchbook?”

Lin Xuanyin’s expression didn’t change. “Mo’er, what are you talking about, I have no idea what you mean.”

She paused, then added, “Why are you asking me like this? Do you have any evidence to back your accusations?”

Evidence?

Ha, she didn’t have any evidence.

Tang Mo’er studied Lin Xuanyin’s behavior. She was perfectly demonstrating what it was like to be full of confidence, knowing her tracks were covered.

A deep voice resounded through the room. “What’s the matter now?”

Tang Mo’er lifted her head, noticing that Lu Jinwen was coming down the stairs. He was dressed in a gray t-shirt and Butler Ye followed behind him. He glanced at them both, his chiseled features exuding a powerful, stern aura.

He stopped in the living room and looked at Lin Xuanyin, knitting his brows before speaking, “Xuanyin, you explain.”