Chapter 7 - Even the Largest Underwear Is a Little Small

Chapter 7: Even the Largest Underwear Is a Little Small

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Tang Mo’er headed back into the kitchen to cook herself some noodles. It had been a long, tiresome day and she was famished.

...

Uncle Foo arrived ten minutes later.

Tang Mo’er passed the paper bag over to Gu Mohan. He gave a cursory glance inside before raising an elegant eyebrow.

She could see what he was thinking. As he threw a blood-stained shirt into the bin, she caught a quick glimpse. It was a tailored shirt where just one tiny button would probably have cost tens of thousands. The man was clearly rich and someone with status, judging from his high standards and the disdain on his face as he looked at the offensive item.

Gu Mohan?

Although Tang Mo’er was familiar with the high society in Karghalik, she had never heard of Gu Mohan. Perhaps he wasn’t from Karghalik?

What exactly did he do? Was it possible that he was bankrupt after committing a white collar crime and escaped to avoid persecution?

Regardless of whatever it was, she didn’t want to be involved. She only wished for him to stay low and not bring her any trouble. It would be the best for the both of them if he left quietly after a few days and didn’t disturb her life. She had enough to deal with as it was.

“Mr Gu, please just bear with it for a little while and wear it. The set of clothes was purchased from the mall and it was rather costly.”

Gu Mohan cleared his throat. These were the lips that he had tasted three years ago. That feeling was... unforgettable.

His voice was deep and husky as he gazed at her, “The largest pair of underwear is too small.”

“...”

Gu Mohan then walked out without a backward glance.

Her entire face blushed red to the roots of her hair. What was he trying to say? Was he declaring that he was huge down there?”

He didn’t!

Didn’t he have any shame?

Tang Mo’er cooked another bowl of noodles while cursing him to the heavens in her head. He was still eating when she walked into the dining room a short while later. Judging from his upright posture and refined manner, he definitely had an excellent upbringing.

Her stomach rumbled unhappily. Too hungry to speculate further, she sat opposite him and made short work of her noodles.

The remainder of the night passed peacefully. With her stomach blissfully satisfied, she went to sleep in her bedroom, while he slept separately in the living room.

...

The next morning.

Tang Mo’er was awakened by the incessant ringing of her phone. She picked up drowsily, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as a voice chattered, “Hello Mo’er, have you woken up? Quickly, turn on your laptop.”

Tang Mo’er followed the instruction and not surprisingly, the headline was attention grabbing—’New generation innocent goddess Han Xiaowan seduces fiancé of Tang Mo’er!’