1042 Sitting Beside Her (1/2)

That stalker was actually Gu Mohan's good friend?

Lin Shiyu felt uncomfortable inside, but she still hid away her feelings behind a forced smile. ”Hello, Mr Gu, Mr Smithson.”

Lin Shiyu then looked at Tang Mo'er. ”Mo'er, let's go.”

”Okay.”

…

Lin Shiyu left, leaving only her beautiful back view for Fu Qinglun. Fu Qinglun hadn't averted his gaze even after she was gone, his gaze fixated on the same spot.

Even at five months pregnant, she didn't look like she had gained any weight. Her limbs were slender and her skin radiant, other than that little bump hidden underneath her dress.

She had a pointy bump, it wasn't huge, but was more dainty and invited the doting of everyone she knew.

Over the past five months, she had gone for regular prenatal checkups at the hospital, with every test result being delivered to Fu Qinglun. The baby and her were both healthy.

He wanted to hug her.

He wanted to touch her bump so badly.

A deep, magnetic voice resounded in his ear. ”Stop looking, she's gone already. Besides, even if you keep looking, you can't lay your hands on her at all.”

Fu Qinglun turned his head, only to see Gu Mohan speak so nonchalantly. He stretched his leg out to give Gu Mohan a kick—-Are you even my bro? Why aren't you helping me get my wife back?

A footprint appeared on Gu Mohan's trousers, but he dismissed it without further thought. Noticing Fu Qinglun's new fringe perm, he continued saying, ”Wow, you even did your hair?”

Upon hearing his teasing, Fu Qinglun shot a glare in his direction. ”You're jealous that I'm more handsome than you?”

Gu Mohan raised his wine glass, taking a sip. ”I don't see anyone more handsome than me here, but there sure is someone who's bullshitting here.”

Fu Qinglun had no time to continue arguing with him. ”Call your wife and ask her, how does Shi'shi feel about me?”

Gu Mohan took out his phone from his pocket. ”You're going in circles without achieving anything. Now that your wife is finally pregnant, you lost her.”

Gu Mohan dialed Tang Mo'er's number.

…

In another room. Tang Mo'er and Lin Shiyu sat on the sofa.

Tang Mo'er hadn't forgotten about her mission. She looked at Lin Shiyu, testing the waters. ”Shiyu, what do you think about Mr Smithson?”

Lin Shiyu peeled an orange, it was right in season. She loved the sweet and citrusy flavor.

”What do you mean?” Lin Shiyu popped a piece of the orange into her mouth. ”Mo'er, are you trying to be a matchmaker today? You asked me out so that you can introduce me to that Mr Smithson?”

Lin Shiyu was an intelligent woman, one look and she could tell Tang Mo'er's intentions. There was no way to hide it from her.

”Shiyu, I think Mr Smithson is a good catch. He's young, handsome, gentlemanly and wealthy. What's most important is that he's still single.”

Lin Shiyu took another piece of orange. ”Why is he still single despite having such good qualities? Does he have some other flaws?”

Tang Mo'er was stunned by her words. ”What do you mean?”

Lin Shiyu leaned closer, whispering so secretively, ”That Mr Smithson has erectile dysfunction, he can't get hard.”

Tang Mo'er gasped. Oh god, how was that even possible?

A melodious ringtone sounded. Tang Mo'er had an incoming call.

Taking her phone out to check, it was a call from Mr Gu. He must be calling to find out about the current situation. It wasn't a surprise that both her and Gu Mohan were both eager to help Young Master Fu win his wife back.

”Hello.” Tang Mo'er picked up the call.

…

On the other hand, in the luxurious private room. Gu Mohan hung up the call, throwing his phone on the table.

”What did Shi'shi say?” Fu Qinglun asked.

Gu Mohan looked at Fu Qinglun. ”Lin Shiyu says that you have erectile dysfunction and can't get hard, that you're impotent. Even though she's a pregnant lady and isn't really qualified to be choosy, she has to satisfy her needs too.”

”…”

Fu Qinglun's expression turned grim, his lips pursed into a firm line.

What was this woman even saying?

Damn it!

That Sikong! It was all because of that spray can that dropped out of his pocket that night. He had the urge to drag Sikong out and whip the crap out of him.

Gu Mohan's gaze shifted down. ”Are you really…”

”Scram!” Fu Qinglun growled, he was feeling both furious and troubled by Lin Shiyu's opinion of him.

Mr Gu, ”…”