Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 467 - Faint

Chapter 467: Faint

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Everything would get better soon.

“Mo’er, if you have to remember one thing, you must remember this. This is your Mr Gu, the Mr Gu you love. You must not forget about him again!”

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At night, it was time to sleep and Auntie Wu was switching off the lights in the house. When she noticed that the kitchen lights were still on, she walked closer and found an imposing figure inside.

Sir?

It’s already so late at night, what is Sir doing in the kitchen?

Auntie Wu walked over to the kitchen and spotted Gu Mohan standing in front of the basin with a knife in his hand, he was slicing some bamboo shoots.

After he was done slicing the bamboo shoots, he began slicing the meat as he carefully followed the instructions on the cookbook.

Since Tang Mo’er was a fan of Jun Chulin’s ‘stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots’, naturally he had to master the dish too.

‘Stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots’ was the first dish he ever tried to learn how to cook, and it was all for Tang Mo’er’s sake.

Meanwhile, Tang Mo’er was fast asleep. Gu Mohan wore some trousers with an untucked black shirt, completing his casual appearance. His shirt wasn’t fully buttoned, revealing his muscular chest and toned arms. He was immersed in his activity as the faint yellow glow from the light gave the scene a gentle, domesticated vibe.

To think that this leading businessman, who was extremely powerful and influential, was willing to put everything down and enter the kitchen to cook for his beloved woman at night.Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

The wok was already heated and he added some oil before placing the meat slices inside. As he was inexperienced, the hot oil splattered on his arm and it turned an angry, splotchy red.

He wasn’t bothered at the least and continued experimenting with the recipe.

Auntie Wu stood behind and witnessed the scene, tears welling up in her eyes. Sir treated Madam so well that she couldn’t help but be moved.

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The next day.

They had spent a long time in bed last night and hence Tang Mo’er woke up late in the afternoon.

She opened the room door and walked outside, scanning around with her luminous eyes and yet she couldn’t recall who she was looking for.

Her mind was blank, she had even forgotten all about Jun Chulin.

Her lips moved a little, she wanted to call out to someone but she simply couldn’t recall anyone. She had forgotten about Mr Gu.

Mr Gu’s face and name, she had forgotten it all.

She felt as though something significant in her life had vanished, she tried hard to recall but she just couldn’t.

She lifted her head, staring at the apples with her luminous, hopeful eyes. They were red and round, she couldn’t resist and tiptoed to reach for them.

But she still couldn’t reach them.

A large palm extended over from behind, grabbing the apple from the top of the fridge.

“Here you go.” He presented her with the apple.

Tang Mo’er turned back and Gu Mohan’s face filled her line of vision. He had one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand was passing her the apple.

She was sandwiched between his warm chest and the fridge, his clean, masculine scent rushed into her nose. It was so captivating.

This scent was so familiar.

Though it was familiar, she just couldn’t remember anything.

Stretching out her hands, she was about to take the apple from him.

But he suddenly lifted his hand, raising the apple high up in the air and leaned closer. “You want it? Now tell me, who am I?”

Who was he?

Tang Mo’er looked at him helplessly.

Gu Mohan looked at her beautiful face. “Mo’er, did you forget about me? Now call me... Mr Gu...”

Mr Gu?

Mr Gu!

Tang Mo’er’s mind was filled with many scenes, the scene of her knocking into him three years agoー Mister, you are my man from now on.

Outside the City Hall, she ran her fingers over his faceー Mr Gu, I’ll never forget about you, I’ll never.

Mr Gu.

Ah! So he was her Mr Gu.

Like that, the memories flooded into her mind and she remembered everything.

Tang Mo’er was thrilled, she ran over and buried herself in his embrace, holding onto his trim waist.

Gu Mohan felt his heart getting filled as this lithe and delicate body was in his arms again. He planted a kiss on her hair and coaxed her gently, “Mo’er, be good. Call me... Mr Gu.”

He wanted to hear it.

He wanted to hear her call him Mr Gu.

Tang Mo’er was beaming radiantly in his arms as her mouth opened and said, “Mr...”

But before she could finish speaking, her eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed into his arms.