Chapter 745 - The Master of Castle Guding, Fu Qinglun

Chapter 745: The Master of Castle Guding, Fu Qinglun

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As Feng Lihen held onto her, Tang Mo’er frowned and spat out, “Let go of me!”

But Feng Lihen refused to let go, and hugged her even tighter. “Little Momo, I’ve traveled so far distance to see you, only to be greeted with this attitude. You heartless little thing!”

Oh. My. God.

What was this?

Everyone there was stunned. What was happening?

Asa was hugging Tang Mo’er and refusing to let go.

And what was the expression of dislike on Tang Mo’er’s face? So many other people who would kill to get this close to Asa didn’t even have the chance.

Bai Feifei was stunned. Asa hadn’t even spared a glance in her direction, yet had gone to hug Tang Mo’er.

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At this moment, Director Haining spoke up. “Mo’er, I haven’t told you these past few days because Asa wanted to surprise you, but he is here to act alongside you. He’s playing the role of Jian Yuyan.”

Asa was here to act as Jian Yuyan?

The supporting male character in ‘The Concubine’?

Oh god.

Everyone was whispering among themselves.

“I thought Asa was here to act alongside Bai Feifei. Who knew he was actually here to film with Mo’er?”

“Look at Bai Feifei being so arrogant just now. It must be a real slap in the face for her now that the situation is reversed.”

Hearing the sarcastic remarks and jeers around her, Bai Feifei balled her hands up into fists. This blow really hurt.

Yet again, it was all about Tang Mo’er. Tang Mo’er was always stealing her limelight!

All the fans outside were screaming piercingly, with their cell phones out to take photos. “Asa, what is your relationship with Beauty Tang?”

“Asa, you belong to us, no one can take you away! But if it’s Beauty Tang, we’ll concede!”

Taking out his cell phone, he punched in some buttons and called a number.

A melodious ringtone sounded, and someone picked up the call. A deep, alluring voice sounded out. “Hello?”

“I’m going to send you some information. Help me investigate the Feng Family from Country D and Tang Mo’er. Give me news by tomorrow.”

A few seconds later, the nonchalant voice gave a deep laugh. “Tomorrow?”

Gu Mohan raised his handsome brows and said, “The Guding family occupied Mexico for two centuries, and are neighbors of country D. As the next Master of the Castle, it would be an easy feat for you to instruct your lackeys to investigate this for me.”

A deep laugh emanated from the other end. “You don’t need to wait till tomorrow. I can give you the information in an hour.”

Gu Mohan’s thin lips curled upwards, and he replied, “Are you not going to come back? It’s been three years already.”

The other end went silent, and the call ended abruptly.

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At this same moment, in Mexico, a tall, straight figure stood on the vintage balcony. He was clad in a custom white shirt, with silver cufflinks engraved with the family crest of the Guding Family at the end of his sleeves. He was in crisp trousers, and the neon lights outside illuminated his gentle, handsome features.

Someone was knocking on the door.

“Come in.”

A maid in a lace apron entered and walked up to him. Unable to help herself, she stole a glance at him. He stood at a height on the castle, with one hand in his pocket. His tall, charming figure and elegant charisma made him seem like a natural-born king.

The maid served up a cup of coffee. “Young Master, here is your coffee.”

She set the coffee down on the balcony. He picked up the golden spoon, and stirred the coffee lazily.

But he didn’t drink it. His long, curly eyelashes moved downwards as he closed his eyes. His thoughts were a mystery to all.

The three years had carried a lot of weight with it. His calm eyes were filled with stoic maturity brought on by authority, status and wealth. He was no longer the 27-year-old young master of the Fu family. He was the 30-year-old Master of Castle Guding.

All his hard work seemed to have faded with time, until he could barely remember it anymore.

He thought he had forgotten.

But when Gu Mohan had said, “Are you not going to come back,” it seemed to have stirred something within him, and feelings that he had been suppressing were starting to surface, becoming uncontrollable.

In the end, she had still left a wound in his heart, which time couldn’t erase. It still hurt faintly.

This was a pain he would carry for the rest of his life.

At this moment, a gentle, affectionate but intelligent voice sounded beside him. “Grandson, what are you doing?”