Chapter 1159: Come to My Room Tonight

Getting more irritated by the second, Xuan Ying got up to leave.

“Don’t leave!”

Feng Lingxue jumped off the dresser, charging in front of him. She lifted her hand, unb.u.t.toning her uniform. Once the b.u.t.tons were undone, her delicate skin was exposed.

Xuan Ying stopped walking, his eyes on her.

Her face was pale, body stiff as a rock. It seemed that she had lost a fair amount of weight these days at the Snow Mountain Residence. Her eyes were still seductive and charming, but they’ve lost some color and she was somewhat dazed.

At that moment, he had this feeling, it was almost like… she was already dead.

All that was left behind was merely her body.

A sh.e.l.l.

For some reason, her body was still there and she hadn’t collapsed yet. As though someone was squeezing his heart tightly, the pain made him… panic.

He hated her.

So he would never let her off in this lifetime. He would make her pay back twice as much for how much he had suffered.

Then he would feel so satisfied, as though he had taken his revenge when he scolded her, hit her, humiliated her.

But he had never planned to kill her yet.

What would happen to him if she died?

Feng Lingxue’s clothes dropped on the carpeted ground, her lips pale and even when it wasn’t that cold, her unclothed manner made her appear like she was really freezing.

She was at a loss of what to do, lifting her head to check with him. “What… should I do next?”

Xuan Ying pursed his lips, staring at her with an indecipherable expression.

Feng Lingxue stretched out her hand, it was trembling while she reached for his belt. “Do I… need to help you take it off?”

Xuan Ying stretched out his hand, grasping her slim wrist. He almost just broke her bones with the amount of force he exerted. Redness appeared as her skin started turning red under the pressure, but she hadn’t felt any pain at all, not even moving a brow.

She just looked at him timidly. “Master, did I… do something wrong again? I’m sorry.”

She was robotic, though obedient but she behaved just like a puppet on strings.

Xuan Ying was reminded of the other time when they were in Country Z. She was brought to his car, she was obstinate and not willing to budge at all. He forced her to splay out beside his legs, yanking her long hair while stepping on her spine before she would even apologize.

But she apologized so frequently now.

Xuan Ying’s gaze turned dark and dangerous. “The banquet is commencing soon, I don’t have any time left now. When you come to my room tonight, you’d better not be as stiff as a rock. Bring out all your skills and if you’re not going to pleasure me tonight, I’ll throw that stupid stone of yours into the sea, understood?”

Feng Lingxue quickly nodded. “Understood, I’ll serve you well later.”

Xuan Ying flung her hand away. “Put your clothes on!”

Feng Lingxue quickly put on her clothes.

“President Gu’s coming to pick you up later, change out of these clothes and you’re not allowed to talk to other men at the banquet later. You’re now my servant, you’d better behave yourself!”

Since Gu Mohan and Lu Yeming were going to turn up tonight, they had to continue putting up an act. But that old man North Duke sure knew about it since she was staying at the Snow Mountain Residence.

That old man simply wished for Feng Lingxue to be involved with every man possible so that he could sell her for a higher price.

Feng Lingxue nodded. “Okay.”

…

At the banquet.

Xuan Ying stood under the bright lights, holding a gla.s.s of red wine in one hand while many distinguished heirs surrounded him, all sucking up to him.

“Ying’er,” South Duke called him, “This is the daughter of General s.h.i.+, s.h.i.+ Xiaoxiao.”

Xuan Ying lifted his eyes, observing s.h.i.+ Xiaoxiao who was standing beside the South Duke. Dressed in a long gown, she was elegant, knowledgeable and had a good upbringing.

The so-called perfect candidate.

s.h.i.+ Xiaoxiao looked at Xuan Ying demurely, the man had a tall build, was suave and made her heart palpitate even when he only revealed half of his face.

She spoke coyly, “h.e.l.lo, Silver Mask King.”

With narrowed eyes, Xuan Ying sized up s.h.i.+ Xiaoxiao. So this was his prospective wife his father, the South Duke, had chosen for him.

Devoid of any emotion, he merely raised the corners of his lips. “h.e.l.lo, Miss s.h.i.+.”

The South Duke did not hide his pleasure. “Ying’er, spend some time with Xiaoxiao, I’ll leave first.”

South Duke then left them. After he left, s.h.i.+ Xiaoxiao stood beside Xuan Ying elegantly, sneaking peeks at him as her entire heart was captivated by him.

Xuan Ying had one hand in his pocket, bringing the gla.s.s of red wine to his lips as he took a sip of it with a calm demeanor. He did not bother to give s.h.i.+ Xiaoxiao even a second glance.

Clearly neglected, s.h.i.+ Xiao Xiao had an awkward expression on her face.

A voice rang in his ears. “Mr Gu, Miss Feng.”

Xuan Ying lifted his eyes, noticing Gu Mohan and Feng Lingxue’s arrival.

Gu Mohan wore a custom-made white s.h.i.+rt, his suit perfectly ironed without a single crease. He exuded a dignified aura and he attracted everyone’s attention once he arrived.

Beside him, Feng Lingxue had changed out of his maid uniform and now wore a navy gown with thin straps. With her hair let down, she was stunning.

Xuan Ying pinned her with his gaze, taking a sip of the red wine as he tasted the full aroma of it, his Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously. Feng Lingxue could sense a gaze directed at her. Once she lifted her eyes to see, she noticed Xuan Ying looking at her.

His gaze was direct and l.u.s.tful.

Feng Lingxue averted her eyes.

The door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind rushed in and two figures stepped in.

—-Look, the West Duke is here!

—-Who’s that beside the West Duke?

—-That’s West Duke’s biological elder sister, the greatest beauty of the Capital, Tang Mo’er.

Turning around, Gu Mohan looked over. Lu Yeming had brought Tang Mo’er with him. Lu Yeming hadn’t brought a partner with him this time, it was normal since he hadn’t gotten any concubines in his palace yet.

As the West Duke, he wore a black s.h.i.+rt with trousers, exuding a king-like aura that was honorable and dignified.

But Gu Mohan’s attention wasn’t on him, but his gaze landed on Tang Mo’er instead. She wore a nude-colored gown, her wavy hair braided and rested on her shoulders. She exuded an ethereal and gentle aura.

Tang Mo’er, she captivated so many with her beauty. Countless men were obsessed with her, she still remained stunning even now, but her beauty elevated with her gentle aura. Though she had gone through a rocky path all these years and had grown immensely.

As Gu Mohan’s gaze landed on her, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of her.