Chapter 534 - Who Exactly Do You Love?

Chapter 534: Who Exactly Do You Love?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

You’re mine, I want to be your Mrs Gu.

That was what Tang Mo’er said.

It tugged at his heartstrings, he didn’t know what was wrong with him, her every move seemed to influence his emotions.

Though he hadn’t known her for long, every single time he looked at her face, he just couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.

His mind with filled with scenes of her purring at him, of her being aggrieved, being angry or even acting coquettishly with him. The sounds of her calling him Mr Gu, President Gu, Gu Mohan, that sensual voice of hers couldn’t stop resounding in his ears.Alll latest novels at novelhall.com

He was a decisive and steadfast man. Since he had fallen for her, he would take responsibility and get together with her. It wasn’t like him to run away.

He didn’t pick Jun Xiyan because of his love for her, but rather it was because she met his expectations before he even met Tang Mo’er. But after Tang Mo’er came into the picture, Jun Xiyan was no longer suitable.

Gu Mohan looked at her with tenderness in his eyes. “I’ll be going on a business trip, I’ll give you an answer after I’m back.”

Tang Mo’er’s eyes lit up, his words... had given her hope.

Was he prepared to annul his engagement with Jun Xiyan?

He said he would give her a definite answer after he came back from his business trip.

“Mr Gu, how long will you be gone? It’s my 22nd birthday in two days. Will you be able to make it back that day?”

She wanted to spend her 22nd birthday with him.

She wanted him to celebrate with her since it was the first birthday after she had met him.

“Mm.” Gu Mohan nodded. He would make sure to be back for her birthday.

Did he promise to celebrate her birthday with her?

That’s great!

Tang Mo’er was already excited for her 22nd birthday. There were only two days to go!

She could hardly wait.

But he held the door open from the outside, easily pushing it open. “Mo’er, your birthday is also the very same date of your mother’s suffering. Don’t you want to look around the place she previously stayed?”

Look around the place where her mother previously stayed?

Tang Mo’er’s lustrous eyes had met with his deep and narrow eyes, they were cryptic and it was hard to read his emotions.

...

Dandelion, seaview bungalow.

Lu Jinwen opened the doors and Tang Mo’er stepped foot inside the bungalow.

She looked around, it seemed to have been vacant for many years but it was still sparkling clean. There was an elegant chandelier on the ceiling, floral woolen carpets and a grand staircase and corridors. The bungalow had great natural lighting and it was very cozy and comfortable.

It seemed to have been specially preserved, appearing just like how it used to be many years back.

Tang Mo’er visited every corner of the bungalow, the living room, kitchen... she could feel her mother’s scent in the atmosphere, it was sweet and pleasant.

She went upstairs and entered her mother’s bedroom.

She sat in front of the dressing table, opening the drawer and she found a note inside. The paper was already crumpled and took on a yellow tinge, but there was a row of words on it. It was neatly written, one look and one could tell that it was Lin Xuanji’s handwriting.

It was written—- Mr Lu, Bangkok No.7, I’ll be waiting for you. If you love me, you’ll appear and if you don’t, I’ll leave.

That was the note that Lin Xuanji had written for Lu Jinwen.

After chasing after this man for such a long time, Lin Xuanji made a decision. Her ultimatum was a meeting at Bangkok No.7.

If he appeared, that would mean that he loved her.

If he didn’t, that would mean that... she would put away all of her feelings for him.

That meeting was the ultimatum that Lin Xuanji had given to Lu Jinwen.

She heard a string of steady footsteps. Tang Mo’er turned her head and saw Lu Jinwen walking in.

She clutched the note tightly, lifting her eyes and gazing at him, a question in her eyes. “Did you go?”

Did he go to meet her mother?

Lu Jinwen was standing against the natural light and his chiseled features were half-hidden in the brightness of the room. His gaze had riveted to the note that she was holding on to.

“Lu Jinwen, did you appear at Bangkok No.7? And have you ever loved my Mommy? The picture in your wallet, whose name was on the back? Is it Lin Xuanyin or Lin Xuanji? Who exactly do you love?”