503 Madam Xuanji Straddled His Back and Rode on Him like a Horse (1/2)

Tang Mo'er stretched her arm out and received the sketchbook. She flipped open the pages and browsed through the different designs inside.

Her mother's handwriting was neat and tidy and her sketches were sleek and transcendent.

These were her mother's designs.

Tang Mo'er ran her fingertips over them, this was the first time ever that she could feel spiritually connected to her mother.

She could almost smell her mother's scent, it was sweet and warm.

Tears welled up in Tang Mo'er's eyes.

A few moments later, she lifted her eyes and looked at Lu Jinwen, questioning him, ”Were they… speaking the truth?”

Lu Jinwen fixed his gaze on Tang Mo'er's face. He didn't answer her, but he pursed his lips.

Tang Mo'er had already received an answer from his reaction, it was real.

Her mother had gone crazy for two whole years and he not only covered up Lin Xuanyin's dirty deeds, he even slapped her mother.

She stormed away angrily.

”Mo'er, where are you going? I'll assign you a driver,” Lu Jinwen said.

Tang Mo'er stormed away without a backward glance, her lips curving into a cynical smile. ”There's no need for you to do that, I wouldn't dare to trouble Mr Lu, since we don't even know each other that well!”

Lu Jinwen watched as she stormed away, his brows knitted together.

Tang Mo'er took two steps before she suddenly stopped in her tracks. She had spotted a suave figure in front.

It was Gu Mohan.

Gu Mohan was clad in a white shirt and a black suit over it. The suit was well-fitted and his trousers perfectly tailored. The party lights shone on his shoulders and he stood on the lawn confidently, his refined demeanor prominent.

She wasn't sure of when he had started standing there, perhaps, he had already overheard their conversation.

Tang Mo'er held onto her mother's sketchbook tightly, her eyes moistened and she looked at him. Her sadness and grief came crashing down.

She didn't know what was up with her, she just wanted to borrow his shoulders for a moment, to lean on them and seek some consolation. She wanted him to pat her head and tell her—-Mo'er, everything's going to be fine. Your mother was strong-willed and you must learn to be as strong as her. Everything will get better eventually.

Her eyelashes were wet as a result of her tears and she walked towards him, calling him with a sensual voice, ”Mr Guー”

”Mohan, what are you doing here?” Jun Xiyan appeared from behind.

Gu Mohan turned his head around and noticed Jun Xiyan. She walked over and held his arm.

Tang Mo'er started to slow down.

Gu Mohan lifted his eyes and glanced at Tang Mo'er, noticing that she had stopped walking and stood there clutching a sketchbook. It appeared to be the only thing she could grab onto right now, her face went pale and the fingers holding the sketchbook trembled.

Her gaze landed on Jun Xiyan and subsequently on him again and she bit down the stinging urge to start crying, her nose and eyes were red.

She was aggrieved and wanted to just behave coquettishly with Gu Mohan. He knew what she wanted to do.

She was teary-eyed and seemed so fragile at that moment. Gu Mohan could tell for a fact, she had real feelings for him.

Jun Xiyan held Gu Mohan's arm and shivered. ”Mohan, the wind is so strong tonight, it's cold.”

Gu Mohan removed his blazer and draped it over Jun Xiyan's shoulders. His body temperature lingered on the blazer, it was warm and comforting, dissipating any coldness.