Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

She really couldn’t understand him at all.

He hadn’t had many women in his life, she could barely count them with one hand but who else, other than Ye Ruge and her were able to even get close to his heart?

He was calm and self-disciplined. With such strong ambitions and greed, he even picked out his child’s mother beforehand, preparing every step he was about to take like a master puppeteer in the shadows. The man was terrifying.

Jun Xiqing felt the chills, every moment she spent with him was enough to make her shudder.

She wanted to escape.

Rip! Suddenly, her mesh skirt was torn and she could feel a breeze over her body.

“Ah!” She screamed, quickly wrapping her arms around herself. Meanwhile, Lu Yeming towered above her, her skin was smooth and supple, completely flawless.

Things that were too beautiful and flawless would always make one feel like destroying it. His eyes were somewhat bloodshot as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Slowly, he leaned closer.

“Lu Yeming, don’t!” Jun Xiqing squirmed.

Knock knock. “Duke.”

Fan Men’s voice could be heard.

Someone had come.

Jun Xiqing’s eyes lit up, someone was finally here to help her out of this situation. She tried to push the man away. “Someone’s calling you!”

Lu Yeming pursed his lips after being interrupted during such a time, he was clearly displeased.

Fan Men had been with him for many years, he clearly had the sense to know not to interrupt him at such a time. It must be something important.

But as he continued looking at the beautiful face beneath him with narrowed eyes, he didn’t want to get up.

“Hurry and get off my bed!” She kicked him forcefully.

Ignoring her, Lu Yeming didn’t move an inch and looking at her red lips, he leaned forward to kiss her.

But Jun Xiqing turned her face, refusing him.

Fan Men’s voice was heard. “Duke, Silver Mask King is here. He wants to take Elder Miss away.”

Sister Mo’er?

Jun Xiqing’s eyes shifted.

Before she could even give it any thought, she finally felt the heavy weight above her disappear. Lu Yeming had gotten down from the bed. Tying his waistband, he stretched his legs out and strode out of the room.

Jun Xiqing turned her head, only to see the man disappear before her eyes.

…

In the living room.

Xuan Ying brought his assistant, Ah Zhou and his underlings with him as they barged inside the place. With the bright lights shining on his imposing figure, he exuded a cold, haughty aura.

Tang Mo’er wore a pink maxi dress and went downstairs. “Silver Mask King, it’s late now, why did you bring so many people with you to look for me at the West Palace? What exactly is the matter?”

The corners of Xuan Ying’s lips kicked up into a wry smile. “Miss Tang, my female slave has gone missing and the last person she contacted was you. Now I’ll have to ask you over so that I can find my slave!”

Did he lose a slave?

Tang Mo’er knitted her brows. “Silver Mask King, are you referring to… Feng Lingxue?”

“Yes.”

Tang Mo’er raised her brows, her lustrous eyes on Xuan Ying’s face. “Silver Mask King, you claimed that she’s just your slave. Since she’s just a slave, why are you so anxious about her disappearance?”

Xuan Ying felt as though his heart had been stung by a bee. With clouded eyes, he glanced at his assistant, Ah Zhou.

Ah Zhou nodded, taking a step in front. “Miss Tang, this way please.”

Ah Zhou stretched out his arm to grasp Tang Mo’er’s slender arm.

Tang Mo’er wanted to avoid him, but before she even moved, a large hand appeared with the speed of lightning and grasped Ah Zhou’s wrist.

Ah Zhou had been with Xuan Ying all these years and was well-trained in martial arts and once someone grasped his wrist, he tried to break free.

But even after a while, he realized he couldn’t break free at all. The fingers around his wrist were so strong and Ah Zhou’s expression changed.

The fingers moved and crack! Ah Zhou’s wrist was fractured.

Face paling, Ah Zhou thought his wrist was going to break when another hand appeared.

Xuan Ying acted.

Gripping onto the other large hand, both of them exerted force and they separated with huge movements.

Xuan Ying staggered a step back and Ah Zhou’s calf hit the coffee table. He instantly knelt down. “West Duke, I was wrong.”

Lu Yeming had arrived.

Lu Yeming was wearing navy blue pajamas inside with a black coat outside. When he exchanged moves with Xuan Ying earlier on, Xuan Ying staggered a step backward while he didn’t move a single inch.

His hair was already dry, covering his deep-set eyes while he exuded a cold, dignified aura like that of a king.

Gradually lifting his eyes, he looked at Ah Zhou with a contemptuous sneer. When Ah Zhou smashed into the coffee table, it resulted in a loud crash. The underlings and maids in the living room were all shocked and frightened.

West Duke and Silver Mask King were on equal standing now. This was their first time exchanging moves.

When the two fought, just their aura itself would hurt people. Xuan Ying looked at Lu Yeming, the bright lights surrounded him and he was charming. He definitely would mesmerize everyone once he appeared.

“West Duke, my assistant didn’t mean it, let him off.”

Lu Yeming looked at Ah Zhou, wanting to act on it. But a tiny hand tugged on his sleeve and a gentle and pleasant voice rang beside his ears. “Yeming, forget it.”

Tang Mo’er spoke.

Xuan Ying tried to look at Tang Mo’er, but he couldn’t get a clear look. When Lu Yeming first came, he already stood in front of Tang Mo’er and protected her behind himself.

Lu Yeming’s eyes shifted, because of this tiny hand that appeared, he was slightly tamed and not as intimidating. He gave Ah Zhou a cold-eyed stare and shouted, “Scram!”

“Understood.”

Ah Zhou quickly left.

“West Duke, I was merely planning to ask Miss Tang over to the Snow Mountain Residence tonight. I don’t have any ill intentions, I still hope that Miss Tang will come with me,” Xuan Ying said.

The corners of Lu Yeming’s lips raised into a spurious smile. He was somewhat sarcastic as he said, “Silver Mask King, what if I don’t agree to it?”

Xuan Ying pursed his lips, exuding a cold and menacing aura.

The atmosphere instantly tensed up. If the two men were to fight, it would definitely cause catastrophic damage.

Tang Mo’er let go of Lu Yeming’s sleeve, taking a step forward. “Silver Mask King, I’ll come with you and help you find Miss Feng.”

“However…” Tang Mo’er paused and smiled. “I can help you once but not the second time. Women don’t actually mean it when they disappear the first time… But when they go missing the second time, they’re really not going to come back anymore. Don’t ever lose Miss Feng again.”

Seeing Tang Mo’er’s clear and bright pupils, Xuan Ying clenched his fists tightly by his sides.