Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The thought of Beauty Tang writhing under him was enough to trigger him into action, he could feel the stirring below his abdomen and couldn’t control himself. He needed to execute his devious plan. The heir tried to force Tang Mo’er into his car. “Beauty Tang, would you please stop struggling. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, no other woman could ever compare to you. Let me dote on you now.” His voice was low and husky as he leaned in closer towards her, trying to push her into the car.
“Shameless!” Tang Mo’er continued struggling against him. She needed to get away. However, she was weaker than him and he seemed to be getting more desperate. He was so close to getting her in the car. She was using all her strength as her tiny nails scraped against the metallic paint of the car, trying to get a grip. It was too smooth, she couldn’t!
The consequences would be dire if he successfully forced her onto the car.
‘Bam!’ A black Maybach appeared out of nowhere and collided into the heir’s sports car with a sickening crunch.
The loud sound from the collision attracted everyone’s attention and a few cars slowed down as they passed to see what had happened. The winner was the Maybach, it was perfectly fine but the cheaper sports car had its bumper protruding after the collision.
The passers-by were in shock, who was the tyrannical owner of the luxurious car?
That was such a ruthless and arrogant action!
The heir wanted to howl after he saw his ruined sports car. The Maybach window was wound down and Gu Mohan was sitting in it. His deep black eyes narrowed to a venomous glare at the heir’s hand that was on Tang Mo’er’s waist. He shouted, “Get lost!”
The heir was stunned by the man’s charismatic, yet overbearing attitude. The hand around Tang Mo’er’s waist let go instantly and he ran to the other side of the car, leapt in the seat and sped off as though wolves were after him.
Tang Mo’er was relieved once the issue was resolved. She lifted her eyes and looked at the man sitting in the car. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a luxurious watch. His hands were on the steering wheel when he spoke, “Get in the car.”
“President Gu, I’ll thank you for your kind intentions, but I’ll just take a cab home.” Tang Mo’er stood up straight and stood along the road to hail a cab.
Gu Mohan looked at her and he frowned, especially at the formal title. He opened the car door and walked over to stand beside her.
He used his large palm to hold her wrist. “Tang Mo’er, why are you throwing a tantrum late at night?”
Tantrum?
Tang Mo’er felt ridiculed listening to his words. She turned around and looked at his deep and narrow eyes and replied, “President Gu, am I supposed to leave with a rapist instead of that rich second-generation heir?”
Gu Mohan was confused. “Rapist?”
“Aren’t you one? You took my virginity while I was drugged, isn’t it the same as rape? I didn’t confront you and you’re actually here and saying I’m throwing a tantrum?”
Gu Mohan pursed his lips, his expression was highly displeased and his voice was sarcastic. “Tang Mo’er, it seems like you need my help to refresh your memory. You were the one who insisted that I should ‘rape’ you last night.”
She didn’t have much idea of what happened last night but the memory of last night’s scene flew into her mind with his reminder. She was the one who initiated everything. Oh god.
That was her first time, it shouldn’t have been given away so easily.
Tang Mo’er took a deep breath and looked at him in the eyes. “Now that it’s already in the past, you can say anything you want. I’ll just count myself unlucky. However, Mr Gu, I beg you to please stop pestering me. I’m sure you heard, I’m going to get back together with my ex-fiancé.”
She felt some pain on her wrist right after speaking, Gu Mohan had exerted a lot of strength and it felt like he was about to break her bones.
His handsome face had darkened and his eyes had a steely glint. “You’ve just had sex with me last night and you’re already getting back together with your ex-fiancé today. Tang Mo’er, are you making your ex-fiancé a cuckold or are you just trying to mess with me?”
Tang Mo’er forcefully retracted her wrist. “You can think however you want.”
A cab had finally stopped in front of her and she boarded the cab.
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Tang Mo’er sat in the back seat of the cab and she looked at the scenery outside.
“Miss, there’s a luxurious car behind following us. Is the owner looking for you?” The driver suddenly asked.