"Young Master, how are you going to deal with this matter?"
"President Gu, does it mean that your wife can hit people as she pleases?" …
Gu Mohan and Fu Qinglun were surrounded.
Tang Mo 'er, Lin Shiyu and Gu An' an stood upstairs. They had dealt with these people without suffering a single injury and were in high spirits.
Gu An 'an didn't say a word throughout. Her gaze scanned the people downstairs and then landed on Lu Yan, who was in a dark corner.
She could recognize him at one glance in the sea of people.
It was very dark there and she couldn't see Lu Yan's face clearly. But he had both hands in his pockets and his gaze landed on Gu An 'an.
At the same time, Delia's gaze also landed on Gu An 'an. He secretly rubbed his palms together and his eyes revealed a lustful glint. What a beautiful girl.
Gu Mohan's handsome face didn't change at all when he was surrounded. But he furrowed his brows and his gaze was fixed on Tang Mo 'er's small face. He said, "Get down here!"
It was a simple word, but it was straightforward and domineering.
It was accompanied by a stern reprimand.
Although Gu Mohan doted on Tang Mo 'er a lot, Tang Mo' er still respected this man. She was afraid that he would lose his temper and get angry.
Gu Mohan and Fu Qinglun were actually two different types of men. Fu Qinglun was a gentleman with aristocratic blood flowing in his veins, while Gu Mohan was a male chauvinist. He was born to be a king and liked to lead and plunder.
Tang Mo 'er cowered and quickly went downstairs.
— -President Gu, you have to discipline Mrs Gu.
— -Mrs Gu, you've beaten Miss Qiu up so badly. On account of President Gu, you just have to apologize to Miss Qiu.
Tang Mo 'er went downstairs while the crowd was discussing among themselves.
At this moment, Gu Mohan walked over. He stretched out his large hand and held onto her soft and delicate hand, pulling her into his embrace.
"Do you know your mistake?" he asked in a low voice.
Tang Mo 'er raised her bright eyes and looked at his handsome face. She nodded her head vigorously. "I know my mistake."
"What's wrong?" He was like a father reprimanding his daughter.
Tang Mo 'er's delicate face blushed, she felt embarrassed and pouted her red lips. "They hit me and Shiyu first. Shiyu and I were just defending ourselves. I don't think I'm in the wrong, but if you say I'm in the wrong, then I'm in the wrong."
"How dare you talk back to me?" Gu Mohan raised his hand, ready to hit her.
Ah!
Tang Mo 'er gasped in shock and quickly raised her hands to protect her head.
The onlookers in the hall: Mr. Gu, didn't you say you were going to lecture your wife? What did we do wrong to be fed dog food?
Tang Mo 'er sneaked a peek at Gu Mohan. The man was standing in front of her, fighting against the light. He was so handsome that it made one's hair stand on end. Gu Mohan stood in front of her, fighting against the light.
Stretching out his large palms, he took her hands down and pursed his thin lips. His magnetic voice was filled with helplessness and coaxing. "Your fault isn't that others hit you, it's that you were too defensive. My wife is Gu Mohan's wife, you didn't cripple her because you were too lenient.
"Your fault is that the next time someone dares to bully you, you don't have to do it yourself. Leave it to me. I'll make her disappear immediately, understand?"
Tang Mo 'er's eyes lit up. So Mr Gu didn't blame her. Her heart instantly felt as sweet as honey.
The onlookers were speechless.
This was what it meant to be a power.
This was what it meant to be a wife-protecting demon.
This was what it meant to be a 2.8-meter tall Mr Gu.
Qiu Cici was stunned and speechless. It was bad enough that she had been angered by Lin Shiyu, but now Tang Mo 'er was provoking her as well.
"Daddy, my face hurts." Qiu Cici quickly tugged on her father's sleeve, unwilling to let go.
Although President Qiu was protective of his daughter, he wasn't muddle-headed. Who would dare to offend Gu Mohan? He was the wealthiest tycoon in the Capital, and he was so protective of his wife.
Moreover, Mr Gu's intentions were very clear. Upstairs was a battlefield for women, downstairs was a battlefield for men. Whoever dared to bully Mrs Gu, he could beat them up. If they were beaten to death or crippled, her husband would take responsibility.
Tsk tsk.
President Qiu didn't want to offend Gu Mohan, but he had more important things to do, so he saw Fu Qinglun. "Young Master, let's forget about today's farce. It'll be the middle of the month in two days. It's the auspicious time. Cici will be marrying Young Master then."
Qiu Cici's heart raced. Yes, this was the main point.
She looked at Fu Qinglun lovingly.
The onlookers all congratulated them — -
"Young Master, you and Miss Qiu are a perfect match. You're a match made in heaven."
"Young Master, I wish you and Miss Qiu a son in advance." …
Fu Qinglun was wearing a custom-made black suit today. The suit perfectly accentuated his handsome shoulders and muscular chest. His waist was tight, the inverted triangle at the back of his waist and perky buttocks formed a straight line, exuding an indescribable charm.
Hearing these words, he lifted his eyes and looked at Lin Shiyu, who was standing on the stairs. His thin lips curved into a smile. "Everyone, the wedding will proceed as planned in two days' time. But my bride is not Qiu Cici."
What?
Everyone sucked in a cold breath.
Qiu Cici's heart sank, as though she was in hell. "Young Master, why did you say that? Are you trying to break off the engagement?"
Fu Qinglun glanced at Qiu Cici. "I said it at the party half a month ago. I'll marry whoever has the number 18. Miss Qiu, the number 18 that you have is fake."
The butler walked over and threw the fake number 18 on the floor. The number 18 on it had been tampered with and it was obvious that it had been tampered with.
"What's going on? Miss Qiu, how can you tamper with the number yourself? Is this the Qiu Family's tradition and upbringing? "
Everyone's criticisms and discussions could be heard.
Qiu Cici's face paled. So … so Young Master already knew about it!
"Young Master, if Miss Qiu has a fake number, then who took the real number? Who is your real bride? "
The real bride?
At this moment, the lights in the hall were switched off and the red candles were lit. Fu Qinglun walked slowly to the bottom of the stairs.
He looked at Lin Shiyu, who was standing on the stairs. His gentle voice rang in everyone's ears. "My bride has always been one person. I fell in love with her at first sight. On the second sight, I fell in love with her. On the third sight, I swore that I would not marry anyone else but her.
"I thought that maybe I should give her some time to consider it, but it's been 18 years. I can't wait any longer.
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