Chapter 838 - Don’t Touch Me!

Chapter 838: Don’t Touch Me!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Daddy... Little Tiger misses daddy...”

There was a jumble of noises on the other end. Little Tiger must have snatched the phone over. The phone was hung up with two beeps.

An’an was still stunned, the words “daddy” echoing relentlessly in her ear. She felt as though her head was about to explode.

An Xi had given birth to a son, Little Tiger, who called Lu Yan “daddy”...

At this moment, Lu Yan walked over, his magnetic voice laced with affection. “The water is done. You can take a bath now. Do you need me to carry you?”

Did she need him to carry her?

He really was treating her like his daughter. He lowered his tall body, and reached out with his strong arms to carry her.

At this moment, An’an looked back at him. Her beautiful eyes landed on his handsome face, her hands still clutching his phone.

Lu Yan could tell immediately that something was off. He looked at his phone in her hands and asked her without any change in his expression, “Did someone call me?”

An’an handed the phone over to him. “Yes.”

Lu Yan looked at his phone display. The call was from An Xi.

Three years ago, An Xi had married Li Si. Their son was a year old.

Was she mistaken about something?

“An’an...” he began to say.

Just then, a melodious cell phone ring tone sounded. An’an had an incoming call.

She got off the bed quickly. It was from FIU.

“An’an, your leave has ended, effectively immediately. You need to return immediately. The drug lord Delia has appeared in Fan City. We need to get him this time.”

“Understood.”

An’an hung up, grabbed her coat and left.

Lu Yan gazed at her beautiful retreating figure and frowned. “It’s late. Where are you going?”

An’an looked back at him and said lightly, “I have an assignment, so I’ll be leaving first. You can leave later.”

An’an left.

In the past three years, Lu Yan had concealed his name and identity in the rural area, putting all his energy into caring for the kids over there. It was likely he couldn’t even fork up three thousand dollars right now.

“Yan Zi, I’ll pass you three thousand dollars when we’re back.”

Lu Yan looked at Li Si. “No need. Little Tiger is still so small, you and An Xi need the money. Besides, do you think I can’t get the three thousand dollars?”

Li Si laughed. Of course. In this world, there was nothing that could trouble Lu Yan, except for that girl An’an.

...

CC Bar.

Gu Mohan stood tall in the corridor, both hands in his pocket, as he looked at the silhouette in front of him. It seemed Tang Mo’er was looking for Lin Shiyu.

He lowered his gaze, wanting to walk forward.

But it hurt.

His head hurt, the second personality within him wanted to come out.

For the past three years, he had been treating this with medication. But the medication was starting to lose its effect and could not suppress his second personality well anymore.

Maybe his second personality wanted to devour him.

Gu Mohan frowned, his large palms supporting him as they pressed against the wall as his body bent over.

“President, are you alright?” Yan Dong stepped forward.

Tang Mo’er couldn’t find Lin Shiyu. At this moment, she heard Yan Dong’s startled cry and turned over to look. Gu Mohan was supporting himself against the wall, his expression pained.

After knowing him for so long, she had been accustomed to his tyrannical and strong side. This was the first time she had seen him in pain.

So, even he felt pain.

Tang Mo’er’s heart pounded. The last time he had raped her again, and she couldn’t even get off the bed the next day. She should hate him, but she couldn’t control her footsteps. Before she knew it, she was already beside him.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Tang Mo’er asked Yan Dong.

Yan Dong shook his head. He didn’t dare reveal that Gu Mohan had a split personality.

Tang Mo’er’s brows knit together. From her angle, she could see his cold and pale face. He was frowning so hard three lines were apparent on his forehead.

She wanted to reach over and smooth those lines out.

In reality, she did actually reach out slowly to touch his forehead.

She was almost touching his face.

Suddenly, he reached out to grab her delicate wrist. Gu Mohan raised his head, his eyes dark and cold, like two threatening bottomless pits sucking her in.

His thin lips curved into a sarcastic smile, and he flung her hand aways coldly. “Don’t touch me!”