Chapter 483 - You’re Not Allowed to Whine

Chapter 483: You’re Not Allowed to Whine

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

He Ling detected something, did Gu Mohan have feelings for Tang Mo’er?

One could tell from just one gaze whether a man had feelings for a woman or not.

He Ling quickly coughed, trying to assert her dominance. “President Gu, you need to be fair in your judgement. This Tang Mo’er is incorrigible, she even led Miss An’an astray by getting her involved in the fight together. Look at the extent of my niece’s injuries, I’m not only going to demand for her apology, but also compensation for physical and emotional injuries.”

He Ling had demonstrated her astuteness by pulling An’an out of the issue and pushing all the blame onto Tang Mo’er.

“Fei’fei, come out and let President Gu have a look at your injuries.”

He Ling had pulled Li Fei’fei over and compared to Tang Mo’er’s injuries, Li Fei’fei was totally in ruins. Her tiny face was fully lacerated, scratches and palm prints were all over her face and body. Though Tang Mo’er and An’an appeared to be weak and feeble, they were pretty good at fighting.

Adding on Bluse, they were totally bent on ruining Li Fei’fei.

Li Fei’fei glanced through her lashes at Gu Mohan. He was clad in a full black suit and totally hunky, exuding a dignified aura. He had total control over the entire Capital and many socialites were obsessed over him.

Even the daughters of the Lu family and Jun family were obsessed over him. She wasn’t any better.

She never had any chance to interact with him and now that she finally gained such an opportunity, her heart started thumping.

Looking at him, she quickly squeezed out two drops of tears, acting pitifully and sobbing, “President Gu, you’ve got to stand up for me.”

Gu Mohan glanced at her, he remained impassive and said, “Who started the fight?”

Who started the fight?

This...

Li Fei’fei looked nervously and tried to hide the anxiety inside her. After all, she was the one who had started everything, she had pushed Tang Mo’er to the ground.

“President Gu, it isn’t me, it was Tang Mo’er!” Li Fei’fei pointed at Tang Mo’er.

Tang Mo’er rolled her eyes, the villain accusing her victim. How typical.

Gu Mohan smirked and cast an eagle-like glance at Li Fei’fei, judging her every move. “You should look in the mirror, look at how ugly you are when you’re spouting lies. Do you need me to get the surveillance tapes to prove that you’re lying? You’re still trying to accuse her of hitting you? You aren’t worthy.”

The doctor held onto her tiny hand, looking at her wound carefully.

Gu Mohan stood tall by the door and the female students were all screaming excitedly when they spotted him. “Ah, Professor Gu!”

The female students were probably going to faint from excessive happiness and excitement.

Gu Mohan had both hands in his trouser pockets, he turned and looked at Tang Mo’er instead. When he saw that the doctor was holding her hand, his mouth twisted into an unreadable smile as his gaze turned sharp.

But he quickly shifted his gaze, not wanting to look at her.

“Your injuries are more serious. Take a seat first, I’ll dress your wound.”

Tang Mo’er sat on the chair and the doctor appeared with a medicine box, carefully dressing her wound with a cotton bud dipped in alcohol.

Hiss.

Tang Mo’er flinched and pulled her hand back, suffering in pain. “It hurts...”

It hurts.

Her cries of ‘it hurts’ quickly resounded in Gu Mohan’s ears. Her voice was sensual and her cries sounded so pitiful. Gu Mohan’s Adam’s apple bobbed and the corner of his lips curved. How could a girl easily cry out ‘it hurts’ to a man? Did she have no clue how it sounded?

A man would definitely think of it in a sexual way, how could she not know that?

Gu Mohan’s brows were furrowed, he entered the clinic and kicked the doctor’s chair. “Scram!”

The male doctor looked at him blankly, what exactly did he do wrong?

But after spotting Gu Mohan’s sharp glower, he quickly escaped without any further questions.

The male doctor had left and Gu Mohan took over his seat. He started dressing Tang Mo’er’s wound.

“It hurts...” Tang Mo’er cried out again.

Gu Mohan lifted his eyes, scowling at her coldly. “You’re not allowed to whine!”

Tang Mo’er pouted her watery red lips, looking at him pitifully. “But it really hurts...”

Why didn’t he allow her to whine? This man was too overbearing!

Looking in her luminous eyes, Gu Mohan pursed his lips. Why did he feel like he was bullying her?