Huo Yanmei lived to the end, but she didn't get anything.
Tang Mo 'er stood in front of the window until it was late at night. The rain was still pouring outside.
At this moment, her cell phone rang. She had an incoming phone call.
She picked up her cell phone and saw the notification — -Mr Gu.
He had an incoming phone call.
Tang Mo 'er's luscious lashes quivered and she answered the call. "Hello."
A maid's voice could be heard from the other end. "Sir, your clothes are wet. Please wipe them."
Gu Mohan didn't say a word.
The call was still going, but he didn't speak for a long time.
Tang Mo 'er could almost hear his breathing. It was steady and light. Her heart felt as though it was being grasped by a large palm. It hurt so much. "You … what's wrong?"
At this moment, tens of thousands of feet away, in the Gu family's villa in the Capital.
Secretary Yan Dong came upstairs, holding a bowl of ginger soup that the maid had just brewed. Old Master Gu and Father Gu had passed away one after another and President had rushed back to take charge of the Gu family.
President had just returned and was drenched in the rain.
The Gu family's maids had worked here for many years. Their hearts ached for their master and they quickly brewed the ginger soup.
Yan Dong came to the door and wanted to knock, but the door wasn't closed at all.
He lifted his head and saw that the Ou Group's luxurious room wasn't lit and it was very dark. A tall and handsome figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Gu Mohan stood there with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his cell phone to his ear. The rain had drenched his shirt and trousers and he looked exceptionally noble and cold.
Yan Dong's heart ached. He suddenly felt that President had been very lonely for so many years.
Now the entire Gu family depended on him. The merger of G.K and the Gu Corporation was going to be very busy for a period of time.
Yan Dong stood by the door and didn't enter.
He guessed that President must have called Madam.
Gu Mohan listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. It was warm and gentle. He gently narrowed his eyes. "Mo 'er."
He was calling her.
Tang Mo 'er's eyes suddenly reddened and she gripped the cell phone tightly. She could imagine how weak this man must have been after losing his father and grandfather.
Every man had a soft spot in their hearts, and it was this soft spot that made them especially … lovable.
"Mm," she replied softly.
"Can you fly back to my side? I really want to hug you. Just for a while."
Crystal clear tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks. Tang Mo 'er reached out to touch them and felt the tears on her hand.
She was crying.
In the end, she shed tears for him.
Sorry …
At such an important moment in his life, when he needed someone to accompany him the most, she was still absent.
She really wanted to go back.
However …
She looked at her little face through the polished mirror. Her little face, which was originally overflowing with collagen, had many wrinkles. Overnight, she had aged a lot.
Day after day, she grew older.
From today onwards, she no longer dared to go out.
She didn't dare to see him.
He was waiting for her reply, but after waiting for a long time, there was no reply. Gu Mohan slowly curved his lips, and there was a tinge of helplessness and tenderness in his deep voice. "Forget it."
Forget it.
He said forget it.
Tang Mo 'er covered her mouth with her hand, afraid that he would hear her crying out loud.
At this moment, how could she tell him that there was no antidote for AR and that she would leave him soon?
If she died one day, what would he do?
"Mo 'er, I might be very busy for a period of time. I won't be able to fly over to look for you. I'll be at ease if you're with Lu Yeming."
With that, he paused. "That's all. Sleep early. Goodnight."
Tang Mo 'er lifted her teary eyes and replied softly, "Okay."
"Hang up first," he said.
Tang Mo 'er smiled. There would always be someone in this world who would make you feel so sweet when your tears were about to overflow.
Alright, she would hang up first.
She hung up the phone.
Holding the cell phone in her hand, Tang Mo 'er looked at the rain outside. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
This was the first time they parted.
…
Jun Xiqing was in her room. At this moment, someone knocked on the door. A maid stood outside. "I'm here to clean the room."
"Come in."
The door to the room opened, and a young and beautiful maid walked in.
"Elder Sister Qingqing." The maid went forward to hold Jun Xiqing's hand.
"Ah Xiao, why are you here?"
Jun Xiqing had been raised by Jun Mosheng since she was young. One time, she had seen a brother and sister begging on the streets, so she had brought them back to the President's residence.
The elder brother was Ah Da, who was An Ying, the commander of the Wuling Iron Steed Troop.
The younger sister was Ah Xiao. Ah Xiao was only 18 years old, a delicate little girl who was innocent and mischievous.
Now, Ah Xiao had come to the West Palace as a maid.
All these years, Ah Da had been following behind her and was the person she trusted the most. She naturally treated Ah Xiao as her biological sister and doted on her.
"Elder Sister Qingqing, I'm here to support you." Ah Xiao blinked.
"Nonsense!" Jun Xiqing reprimanded her. "This is the West Palace, not a place to play around. You don't know anything, hurry up and leave! If you get caught, how am I supposed to explain it to Ah Da?! "
Ah Xiao lowered her head, realizing her mistake. "Alright, Elder Sister Qingqing. I'll leave now."
Ah Xiao turned around and left.
…
Ah Xiao walked out of the room and down the stairs. She wanted to leave this place.
At this moment, the door was pulled open and a tall figure appeared by the door. Lu Yeming had returned.
"Young Master, you're back?"
The maid bent down and helped Lu Yeming change his shoes.
Ah Xiao glanced at Lu Yeming, unable to tear her eyes away. She had never seen such a good looking man before.
Lu Yeming was wearing a custom-made white shirt and black trousers. It was the classic outfit of a prince charming. His face was as smooth as jade, every line of his body seemed to have been sculpted by the heavens. He exuded a noble aura.
Ah Xiao was mesmerized. Was this the legendary West Duke, Lu Yeming?
Lu Yeming changed out of his shoes and headed upstairs. He looked at Ah Xiao, his deep almond-shaped eyes slowly landing on Ah Xiao's delicate face.
He was expressionless, looking away after just one look.
The two of them brushed past each other.
"Aiya."
At this moment, Ah Xiao let out a cry and her petite body fell into Lu Yeming's arms.
Lu Yeming didn't reject her. He reached out to hold Ah Xiao's slim waist, pulling her into his arms.
Ah Xiao blinked, her face blushing as she looked at Lu Yeming. She quickly straightened her body. "I'm sorry, Young Master …"
She wanted to leave his arms.
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