Chapter 1166 - Daughter (1/2)

Leave now, Gu Mohan.

Don’t get caught in the rain.

You’ll get sick if you stay here.

Don’t harm your body.

You’ll make my heart hurt so much.

So, so much.

Tang Mo’er’s luscious lashes quivered and luminous tears glided down her cheeks.

Just then, there was a thud as the room door opened. Lu Yeming walked into the room. He stood by Tang Mo’er’s side and slowly raised his hand to wipe off Tang Mo’er’s tears.

“Elder Sister, cry if you want to.”

Tang Mo’er could not suppress the misery in her heart. She buried her head in Lu Yeming’s chest and sobbed softly.

Lu Yeming stroked her silky hair. “Elder Sister, there’s no antidote for AR. Why don’t you tell him the truth?”

Tang Mo’er shook her head. “Don’t tell him. Give him… a bit of hope.”

Lu Yeming pursed his thin lips and did not speak further. It was uncertain how much time had passed when they heard the guard’s voice. “Sir, what happened to you?”

Gu Mohan had collapsed in the rain.

…

Doctors and nurses were repeatedly entering and leaving the room. Secretary Yan Dong stood by the bed anxiously.

Gu Mohan lay on the bed with his eyes tightly shut. He was having a high fever. President rarely fell ill, but this time he fainted in the rain and his fever was 42 degrees celsius.

He was very ill.

Just then, Gu Mohan moved on the bed. His eyes did not open and he merely moved his lips to say something.

“President, what are you saying?” Yan Dong bent down to listen.

“Mo’er… Mo’er…”

Yan Dong was stunned. President was saying Young Madam’s name.

But Young Madam was not there.

Yan Dong promptly walked out and dialed a number on his cell phone. The phone only rang once before someone picked up the call promptly. “Hello.”

Yan Dong had a feeling that Young Madam had been waiting by her phone.

“Young Madam, President is very ill. His fever is 42 degrees celsius and he has a respiratory tract infection. He hasn’t woken yet.”

Tang Mo’er immediately gripped her cell phone tightly and her luminous tears streamed down her face relentlessly.

She was utterly heartbroken. Her heart was so painful she felt like dying.

Her Mr Gu was so strong and handsome. His dependable shoulders and composed demeanor could shelter any woman from any harm.

He had never collapsed before.

But now, he was down.

“Young Madam, when President was unconscious, he kept calling your name. Quickly come and see President.”

See him?

Should she go or not?

Tang Mo’er clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white. She hung up the phone and bolted out the door.

She wanted to go and see him.

Nothing would stop her from seeing her Mr Gu.

…

Gu Mohan felt his entire body aching. His throat was so dry and he wanted a drink of water.

He opened his eyes slowly.

His deep and narrow eyes looked pale and sickly. When he looked at the chandelier above his head, he realized a few seconds later that he was in his own room.

“President, you’re awake?” Just then, Yan Dong’s voice could be heard.

Gu Mohan sat up with a film of perspiration on his forehead. His lips were so dry that the lines could be seen clearly.

“President, I’ll get you some water.” Yan Dong promptly went to take a glass of water and passed it to Gu Mohan.

Gu Mohan knitted his brows deeply. He felt his head spinning and everything was a blur. His high fever had not subsided and every breath of his was hot. Stretching his hand out, he took the glass of water from Yan Dong.

Just then, he heard the maid exclaim in happiness, “Miss Tang, you are here?”

Gu Mohan’s hand froze in mid-air and he heard a gentle voice replying softly. “Mm.”

She had come. Mo’er had come.

Gu Mohan quickly lifted his blanket and his feet landed on the tailored carpet. He did not even bother to wear his shoes before running out of the room.

“President…”

Yan Dong swiftly chased after him. All these years that Yan Dong was with President, this was the first time he had seen the latter being so flustered.

…

Tang Mo’er had rushed over in the middle of the night. She could not bear to forsake him and wanted to see how he was.

Just as she was about to go upstairs, she heard a flurry of steady but slightly flustered footsteps. She looked up and saw a tall and handsome figure standing upstairs.

Gu Mohan.

Gu Mohan had come down.

Tang Mo’er’s pristine eyes narrowed. He had already woken. Her lovesick eyes were fixated on his handsome face. His dry lips were pursed and the outline of his good-looking face was taut, exuding a cold aura.

Soon after, he walked down the stairs and stood in front of her. His deep and narrow eyes landed on her small face. Gu Mohan stared at her fervently, not daring to blink his eyes for fear that she would disappear before him if he blinked.

He slowly raised his hand to caress her face.

Tang Mo’er dug her nails into her palm and forcefully turned her face away from him, not letting him touch her.

Seeing that he had woken, she felt less worried.

She should leave now.