Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

The Silver Mask King’s wife?

Feng Lingxue looked at Xuan Ying and Shi Xiaoxiao standing together. They really looked like a match made in heaven.

A faint smile was on her lips. It was fine as long as he was happy. Feng Lingxue turned to leave.

“Lingxue.” At this moment, a familiar voice called her.

Feng Lingxue looked sideways. The people in front of her parted to let someone through.

Xuan Mu.

The South Duke and South Duchess’s eldest son and Xuan Ying’s elder brother from another mother.

Xuan Mu was born extremely handsome as well. Compared to Xuan Ying’s devilish looks, Xuan Ying was more gentlemanly and eloquent.

He stopped in front of Feng Lingxue. “Lingxue, I went to Ah Jiao’s Room to look for you but they told me that you had already been bought. Have you been well lately?”

Feng Lingxue’s beautiful face remained cold. “Young Master Xuan, I’ve been well. Thank you.”

At this moment, a waiter carrying wine accidentally knocked into Feng Lingxue. Xuan Mu quickly reached out to hold Feng Lingxue’s delicate waist, pulling her into his arms.

“Are you alright?”

Feng Lingxue shook her head. “I’m fine.”

At this moment, someone’s dark and angry gaze fell on them. Xuan Ying stood to the side, watching Feng Lingxue in Xuan Ying’s embrace. The sight was seared painfully into his mind.

Since when had she been close to Xuan Mu?

Was Xuan Mu her old fling?

Xuan Mu was his father’s eldest son and had received more love ever since he was young. He, on the other hand, was just a pawn for his father to use for Xuan Mu to rise in power.

How dare she go with him!

“Silver Mask King, that’s your brother Xuan Mu. Why is he together with Feng Lingxue of Ah Jiao’s Room?”

As someone from an elite family, Shi Xiaoxiao naturally looked down on Feng Lingxue as a prostitute. She said in a soft voice, “This Feng Lingxue is the best at bewitching and then poisoning men. I hope Young Master Xuan’s name won’t be tainted by her.”

As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Xuan Ying glanced sideways at her. “Miss Shi, do you think you should be speaking like this about my woman?”

His woman?

Shi Xiaoxiao gasped. This Feng Lingxue was… his woman?

Xuan Ying narrowed his glassy eyes and his gaze wept over Shi Xiaoxiao’s face coldly. He smiled. “In my eyes, the self-important Miss Shi is nothing compared to a prostitute.”

His light tone made the statement even more cutting.

Was he protecting that woman just because of one casual statement from her?

Shi Xiaoxiao’s face was already alternating between shades of red and white. Xuan Ying retracted his gaze lightly and never took a second further glance at her. It was fine if he scolded or hit his own woman, but there was no way he was going to let another person do that.

Xuan Ying walked up and his hands shot out, landing firmly on Feng Lingxue’s beautiful shoulders. Then he pulled her into his embrace.

Feng Lingxue tumbled uninhibitedly into his arms. Lifting her eyes, she was met with Xuan Ying’s cold face.

Her first instincts told her that he was angry.

Why?

Because Xuan Mu protected her just now?

He forbade her from speaking to other men, so all the more she wasn’t allowed to touch other men. His obsession and control over her had reached a frightening level.

But what about him?

He had an abundance of beautiful ladies at the Snow Mountain Residence. All the young beautiful maids there had bad intentions and all of them wanted to climb into his bed. He was even smiling so happily with that young lady just now. He was always flirting around, and for all she knew, he was going to get married soon.

But that didn’t matter anymore.

Feng Lingxue lowered her long lashes. It was fine as long as he was happy.

Xuan Mu looked at Xuan Ying and frowned unhappily. “Brother Ying, what are you doing? Let go of Lingxue.”

Lingxue?

He was even calling her name with so much familiarity. What was their relationship?

Xuan Ying smiled sarcastically. “Big brother, when did you start taking an interest in my servant?”

When he heard this, Xuan Mu’s gaze fell from Xuan Ying’s face to Feng Lingxue’s beautiful features. “Servant?”

“Big Brother, don’t you know? The one who bought Feng Lingxue was me.” Xuan Ying lifted Feng Lingxue’s chin slowly until their eyes met. “Tell my brother who you are to me, hm?”

Everyone’s gazes fell on them, onto her.

Feng Lingxue’s face was pale, her cold alluring eyes on Xuan Ying’s handsome face. She opened her mouth obediently. “Master.”

Hearing this, Xuan Ying was satisfied and he rubbed his rough fingers on her soft chin. His light voice resonated clearly in everyone’s ears. “Have you taken your oral contraception pills today?”

But she wasn’t supposed to take one today.

After all, he hadn’t touched her yesterday. He was saying this on purpose, to let everyone know that she had already slept with him.

This news would soon spread all over Country A.

Feng Lingxue looked at him and nodded obediently, “Yes, I’ve taken it.”

Hiss.

Everyone in the main hall gasped. Xuan Mu was startled as well. “Lingxue, you…”

Feng Lingxue stood up straight and looked at Xuan Mu. “Young Master Xuan…”

As soon as she opened her mouth, the hand on her waist suddenly pinched her hard.

It was a warning.

Feng Lingxue ignored the pain at her waist and continued speaking. “Young Master Xuan, thank you for your concern, but I’m already one of the Silver Mask King’s people. He’s my master now and I’ll be his servant forever.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he released the hand on her waist.

“Master, I’ll take my leave first.” Feng Lingxue didn’t look at Xuan Ying or anyone else. She turned and left.

Xuan Ying looked at her retreating figure. It was already raining outside. The cold rain fell in sheets as she slowly disappeared into the rain in her navy dress spotted with stars. The wind soaked her thin figure, and she looked stiff.

She had lost too much weight. How did it happen?

He had always wanted her to listen to him, but now that she was too obedient, it only made him feel unhappy.

…

In the deep of the night, Snow Mountain Residence.

The maids opened the door as Xuan Ying came back from the banquet. He swept the living room with his glassy eyes silently, He didn’t see the person he had hoped to see. Pressing his thin lips together, he asked, “Where’s Feng Lingxue?”

“Young Master, she is in her room.”

Xuan Ying walked upstairs and opened the room to the maids’ quarters. The room was small and cold, not a shred of warmth present. The lights were off and it was dark. He walked in, wanting to switch on the lights.

At this moment, a beautiful figure pounced on him.

Xuan Ying raised his hands to catch her.

His palms touched something soft and wet. It was slippery, and her unique scent filled his nose. It seemed like she had just taken a shower and her silky hair was still wet. The smell of her shampoo lingered in the air.

Before he could make a move, the figure in his embrace tiptoed and pressed her lips against his cold ones.