Chapter 223 - I Will Marry Lu Qier

Chapter 223: I Will Marry Lu Qi’er

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After speaking, Tang Mo’er fainted.

...

The villa in Bangkok.

Tang Mo’er was laid on the soft bed, her forehead drenched in sweat and she was scratching herself with her nails, leaving fresh welts of red in their wake. A gripping madness overwhelmed all of her senses and she rolled around the bed in agony.

A number of doctors were making their way in and out of the room, as Gu Mohan stood beside the bed with a menacing aura that made him appear like the king of the underworld. When a doctor shuffled close to him, he grabbed the doctor’s collar and growled, “What exactly happened to her?”

The doctor didn’t dare to look straight in Gu Mohan’s fierce eyes. “Mr Gu, the patient is... is poisoned.”

Gu Mohan let out a frustrated hiss as he glared the stammering man. “What poison?”

“Love pea.” Lu Yan was standing beside the door and spoke out.

Gu Mohan released the doctor and stalked over to the door. Like that, the two men stood equal and the atmosphere was tense and heavy.

“The more dangerous the game, the more enthralling I find it.”

Gu Mohan placed one hand in his pocket and turned back to look at An’an. “An’an, it’s time for you to come home.”

An’an wore a white dress and stood quietly in the corner as she looked at Gu Mohan. Almost immediately after, her gaze fell on Lu Yan, and she shook her head.

She was not willing to go home.

After all these years, she had spent almost her entire life by Lu Yan’s side.

Gu Mohan pursed his lips and didn’t say anything more. Turning around towards the bedroom, he made a dismissive gesture. “See the guests out.”

...

In the room.

The doctors and nurses were chased out of the room. Tang Mo’er rolled around in the bed and she ripped her clothes off, wanting to scratch the itch away. She wanted to do something, anything, to relieve the mind-numbing itch that wracked her entire body.

One corner of the bed sunk down a little.

It was him.

In the depths of the madness she found herself in, her hands were held by him and he pressed them on the top of her head, his gentle lips were warm against her cheek. His deep voice sounded apologetic and heart-wrenching. “Be good, Mo’er. Don’t scratch yourself.”