NovelEnglishYoung Master Gu, Please Be Gentle
Chapter 153 - Two Women Holding Hands, Are the Two of You Sick in the HeadChapter 153: Two Women Holding Hands, Are the Two of You Sick in the Head
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At this moment, a tall figure came over and stopped at Lu Qier’s side. It was Fu Qinglun.
“Brother Qinglun, you’ve arrived at the perfect time. Lin Shiyu sang a cover of Sister Qier’s ‘Legend’. We’re going to sue her for infringement.” Lin Ruoxi immediately complained to Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun’s narrow eyes fell on Lin Shiyu’s pretty face.
“Ah, looks like everyone’s here now. The princess, the princess’ knight, and the princess’s... slave.” Tang Mo’er pursed her lips and smiled.
The princess’s slave?
Lin Ruoxi’s facial expression twisted and she exploded in rage, “Tang Mo’er, who are you calling the princess’ slave?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Whoever answered is the princess’ slave.”
“You!”
At this moment, Lin Shiyu walked up to them. Looking at Lu Qier’s noble and elegant face, she let out a cold chuckle. “Who wants to sue me? You? I haven’t even settled things with you yet, and you want to sue me? I’d advise you to keep quiet. In fact, ‘Princess’, you’d better keep your hands tied to that sparkling dress of yours, before you trip yourself up. Don’t give me any opportunities to take it off you. Although in the end, you’re just a... thief.”
Thief.
Lu Qi’er clenched her fists tightly by her side but otherwise made no comment. All of a sudden, she bent down, her hand held against her chest as she moaned in agony.
At this moment, Lin Shiyu felt a sharp pain gripping her wrist. It was Fu Qinglun who had grabbed her wrist and held on to it without any mercy.
Raising her eyebrows, she hid her pain and stared at Fu Qinglun with the cold expression she reserved just for him.
“Let go of me.”
Fu Qinglun’s tall figure was like a blur under the dim corridor lights, making him seem highly complex.
“You don’t deserve the title of the princess’ knight, it would be regarding you too highly. You’re at most... the thief’s accomplice. Three years ago, the two of you conspired against me and stole my song, ‘Legend’. But it’s alright, now that I’m back, I’ll let the world know who is the indisputable queen of the music industry and just who is the real legend!”
After she had said her piece, Lin Shiyu retracted her hand forcefully.
Fu Qinglun was slightly shocked. Seeing the flawless face in front of him, which exuded apparent indifference, he knew that she was more than just a pretty face. In fact, she had terrifying talent.
Lin Shiyu shoved a business card into his palm, her voice ringing in his ears, “Oh yes, I know an old Chinese doctor who can treat impotence and premature ejaculation. If you are sick, then please see him to get treated. Mr Fu, I’ll wish you an early invigoration of your manhood.”
As soon as her voice fell, Fu Qinglun’s eyes sank. He looked at her with a gloomy face.
Impotence and premature ejaculation?
She even had the guts to say it out loud.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Mo’er, let’s go.”
“Sure.” Tang Mo’er grabbed Lin Shiyu’s hand and the pair of them made to leave, in high spirits.
At this moment, the man who had yet to say a word, opened his mouth and said cynically, “Two women holding hands, are the both of you sick in the head?”
Tang Mo’er, who had been called ‘sick in the head’, stopped in her tracks only to see Fu Qinglun giving their joined hands a sinister look. His gaze was unexpectedly dark and held a layer of warning that would make one shudder.
It was normal for good friends to hold hands with one another. Why did he view it in such a perverted manner?
This Fu Qinglun was indeed a male chauvinist.
Tang Mo’er blinked her eyes and smirked, before leaning to the side and pecking Lin Shiyu cheeks.
Fu Qinglun’s face became a stormy torrent of wild emotions that he fought to suppress. Staring at the parts of her cheeks where Lin Shiyu had been pecked, he used all his self-control to resist the urge to rush forward and rub it off. He wanted to rub it off till it was thoroughly clean. How dare she!
Tang Mo’er felt spiteful and her voice was provocative as she turned away. “Shiyu, let’s go. You smell so good today. I want to hug you to sleep.”
The two women disappeared from sight.
Fu Qinglun froze in his original position for a long time. His chest heaved and moved up and down as the surrounding atmosphere became heavy and oppressive.
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