Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Mo Shiting stared at the blonde-haired teenager in front of him, swiftly recalling his past relationship with Gu Li. At this moment, he found the boy’s hand resting on Gu Li’s arm particularly bothersome.

The teen was oblivious, clinging to Gu Li as if she were his precious treasure.

Huh!

If these two claimed there were no flirtations between them, he wouldn’t believe it.

Mot Shiting’s slender, dark eyes suddenly showed a dangerous glint. He didn’t bother wasting words on him, he just reached out to snatch her away.

Could Da Ha even compete?

In a matter of moments, Mo Shiting effortlessly took Gu Li from his arms.

Upon making contact with Gu Li’s body, Mo Shiting couldn’t help but frown.

Why is she burning up?

Could she really be sick?

The man’s eyes flashed with a few dark sparks.

Da Ha was not willing to give up, but out of helplessness, he clenched his fists, warning ominously, “Mo Shiting, you dare to hurt my boss, just you try!”

Mo Shiting ignored his threats, signaled to the bodyguards nearby without a word or an expression.

Understanding his orders, the bodyguard immediately grabbed Da Ha without any discussion and dragged him away.

Da Ha was frantic, struggling and yelling-

“Hey, what are you arresting me for?”

“Are we robbing strong men in broad daylight?”

“Let me go!”

“Mo Shiting—”

“Boss, save me!”

“Boss, save me—”

In the end, Da Ha was no match and eventually got forcefully thrown into the car.

While Mo Shiting, as soon as he ordered the bodyguards to grab Da Ha, settled Gu Li into his black Bentley and drove off.

Half an hour later, at Lu’s Hospital.

In a VIP exclusive ward, Lu Cong hung the IV for Gu Li. Looking at her lying on the bed with an unrelenting fever, he couldn’t help but shake his head, “Are you two fated to clash in life? You’re toxic to her, aren’t you?”

Mo Shiting stood beside the bed, turning his cold gaze towards Lu Cong.

Lu Cong adjusted his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, completely unfazed by the glare, “What? Angry because I hit the nail on the head?”

“Hum!”

Mo Shiting scoffed coldly, his gaze falling on the girl’s pale face, softening unconsciously, “It’s more like she’s toxic to me.”

“What? Did I hear that right? In this world, there’s actually someone who can be toxic to you, Mo Shiting?”

Lu Cong teased relentlessly.

Mo Shiting glanced at him, “You seem quite free? Is the hospital about to close down?”

“You ungrateful guy!”

Lu Cong snorted in annoyance, swiftly packed up the medical supplies and said coolly, “I’m leaving, I’m getting out of here right now, I won’t be a third wheel, okay?”

Mo Shiting ignored him, still staring at Gu Li.

Luc Cong seeing this added, “Call me if you need anything” after which he strode quickly away.

The moment he left, the ward became quiet.

Mo Shiting elegantly adjusted his trousers and sat down on the side of the bed.

He reached out to touch Gu Li’s forehead, she was still feverish.

This girl, she sure picked a good time to fall ill.

A faint glimmer passed through the man’s eyes.

The wedding today, it seemed inevitable now.

At this thought, he tightened his lips. Oddly, his troubled mind seemed to lighten a bit.

However, seeing her sickly state, a strange affection surged in him. It was an inexplicable discomfort.

What was happening to him?

“Brother Ting…”

The girl mumbled in her sleep, interrupting his thoughts.

Mo Shiting came to his senses to see her brows knitted together, feverishly mumbling in her sleep, “No divorce, no, Brother Ting…”

Mo Shiting involuntarily grasped her hand, murmuring, “Gu Li, just who are you?”