dhibooks Chapter 1130 - Encounter at the Bar
Chapter 1130 - Encounter at the Bar
Chapter 1130: Encounter at the Bar
The taxi came to a stop and Tang Mo’er pulled open the door. “Mr Gu, don’t get off yet. I want to see you leave.”
Gu Mohan cupped her small face and said tenderly, “Alright.”
Standing outside, Tang Mo’er waved her hand. Gu Mohan glanced at the driver. “Start the car.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The driver stepped on the accelerator and the taxi sped away.NewW novels updates at novelhall.com
As the taxi drove further away, Gu Mohan peered through the rear view mirror and saw that she was still standing there, looking at him. Her delicate body gradually got further until she disappeared before his vision.
He clenched his fists and mustered all his might to not turn back.
He could not.
Not yet.
...
Tang Mo’er waited till the taxi disappeared before her eyes before turning around to return to the White House. When she arrived at her room door, she pressed her thumb against the security pad.
At this moment, she heard a familiar voice. “Mo’er.”
Tang Mo’er turned around to see Feng Lihen.
“Feng...” She wanted to speak, but almost instantly, Feng Lihen’s face transformed into Gu Mohan’s face.
Her pristine eyes became very dazed, lost and confused. “Mr Gu, why have you come back?”
She had seen him leave just now.
Why did he appear again?
Feng Lihen walked ahead and held Tang Mo’er in his arms. Tang Mo’er’s face was leaning against his chest. Although Mr Gu was hugging her, she could not feel any happiness at all.
Why? It didn’t make any sense...
...
When the door opened, Tang Mo’er lay on the soft bed and fell asleep.
All the while, Feng Lihen sat by the bed looking at her. The once ravishing and alluring Tang Mo’er had instantly withered like a drooping flower after her divorce with Gu Mohan.
She really loved that man called Gu Mohan.
Feng Lihen took out his cell phone, took a photograph and sent it out.
Tang Mo’er raised her head and looked at him with eyes filled with tears. “Don’t tell him. Just let him think that the antidote is in the North Palace. Don’t... let him be sad. Don’t... let him lose hope...”
Seeing the anguish she was in, Feng Lihen felt stabs of pain in his heart and he embraced Tang Mo’er, asking in a hoarse voice, “Is it because you are feeling very sad and hopeless right now, that’s why you don’t him to experience the pain you’re feeling?”
Mm, yes.
Yes.
He would definitely be even more sad than her.
He would definitely feel even more hopeless than her.
All this time, he had always been protecting and doting on her. His shoulders had always been her harbor of safety. He was a good husband, the best husband.
Even after all this time, he had always been able to do everything under the sun, but this time, it was futile. There was no antidote for AR at all.
A few tears clung to her luscious lashes, which were like the wings of a butterfly. Tang Mo’er let him hug her, but her limbs were icy cold. “What will happen to me if I don’t take the AR drug?”
“The reason why there is no antidote for AR is that it’s not a drug. It will not harm your body at all. It will only make you lose touch with reality and make you think I’m Gu Mohan. After some time, you will forget the real Gu Mohan and become a puppet. If you do not take the AR, the effects will naturally disappear, but once you stop AR, you will age drastically and turn old.”
Age drastically and turn old...
What in the world was going on? She did not understand. She really could not understand anything anymore.
She did not want to forget Gu Mohan.
She had already forgotten Gu Mohan and Niuniu once. This time, she did not want to forget again.
They were her everything.
Tang Mo’er closed her eyes and sobbed quietly.
...
In the bar.
Feng Lingxue received the message that Gu Mohan was not returning.
She got up to leave the private room.
As she walked along the corridor, a luxurious private room door suddenly opened and a CEO reeking of alcohol ran outside. The moment he saw Feng Lingxue, his eyes lit up. “My God, who is this? Isn’t this Feng Lingxue from Ah Jiao’s room?”
Feng Lingxue eyed the CEO and walked away.
“Miss Feng.” The CEO grasped Feng Lingxue’s slender wrist and smiled lewdly. “Since you’re already here, let’s have some fun together. Come in!”
The CEO pulled Feng Lingxue forcefully into the luxurious private room.
There were a few men playing cards in the room and cigarette smoke was swirling around. Feng Lingxue looked up to see a familiar figure at the cards table.
Xuan Ying was sitting in the master seat wearing a black shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a sexy deep V neckline. He was holding the cards in his hands, with a cigarette dangling from his lips.