Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

She actually told Dongfang Ruoli that?

Lu Yeming laughed. It was a laugh born of frustration and annoyance.

Dongfang Ruoli looked at the man’s long, lean body, and felt a tingling sensation all over. “Ah Jia, to be honest, I like you a lot. I know I am the Empress and beyond your reach. But I am giving you a chance now. You can be my gigolo from now on.”

Gigolo?

This was the first time Lu Yeming ever heard this term. He knew he was very popular with the ladies. Just these two days alone, terms like “good catch” and “gigolo” had been piled upon him.

Lifting his handsome face, he glanced at Dongfang Ruoli with a neutral expression. “Empress, thank you for your recognition, but I cannot service you.”

“Why not? Jun Xiqing said that you… that you are well-endowed and great in bed. That it will be seventh heaven to sleep with you. Since she promoted you to me so eagerly, I must definitely… give you a chance.”

“…”

Those words showed that Jun Xiqing had sold him out, and very enthusiastically so.

That little vixen!

“Ah Jia, come!”

Dongfang Ruoli threw herself at Lu Yeming. As he evaded her swiftly, Dongfang Ruoli crashed into the wall. She fainted into a dead heap.

…

Jun Xiqing returned to her own room and went to bed. She quickly fell asleep and started dreaming.

In her blurry, dreamy state, she felt a black figure standing by her bed. Her eyes sprang open and she was startled awake. Glancing to the side, she saw a tall, lean figure standing by the bed. Lu Yeming had come.

Goodness knew how long he had been standing there, quietly watching her with his deep, almond-shaped eyes.

Jun Xiqing immediately sat up and clutched at her bed covers tightly, all prepared to huddle into a corner. “Lu Yeming, what have you got against me? Why are you scaring me like a ghost in the middle of the night?

Lu Yeming looked at her. “You are still able to sleep so soundly despite selling me out. Let me see where your little conscience has disappeared to?”

He bent over and climbed onto the bed, before pulling her into his arms.

“Let go of me! Don’t touch me!”

Jun Xiqing pounded him with her fists.

But it was useless. Lu Yeming flipped over and pinned her down.

“Little vixen, I let you off easy for a few days and you are already stepping on my head?”

He pulled down her pants and gave her little butt three smacks.

“Ah!” Jun Xiqing cried out in pain. There would definitely be three red marks on her butt now.

“Lu Yeming, you pervert!”

Lu Yeming pulled aside the mosquito net, his deep almond-shaped eyes filled with blood-red lust and he pulled out his belt with a swish. “Let me show you how this pervert is going to conquer you!”

He was serious this time.

Who knew whether it was because she had tricked Dongfang Ruoli into going to his room, or because she had been sleeping so soundly. He was truly angry now.

Jun Xiqing struggled wildly, trying to escape. “Lu Yeming, I dare you to rape me!”

The veins on Lu Yeming’s forehead were throbbing in rage. He continued to tug at her pants, completely ignoring her words.

Just then, an ice-cold object was pressed against his head.

Lu Yeming’s movements slowed. He opened his eyes and his bloodthirsty gaze fell upon her little face.

Jun Xiqing was holding a gun in her hands and pressing the nose of it firmly against his forehead. “President Lu, get off me now!”

Lu Yeming gave a slow smile. His flawlessly handsome face was half hidden in the shadows. His almond-shaped eyes were like two small abysses, cold and malevolent. “Where did you get that gun?”

Jun Xiqing didn’t smile. “I am the President. Is it strange for me to have a gun?”

Lu Yeming licked his dry lips. “You shouldn’t be waving that gun in front of me.”

With lightning fast reflexes, he reached out and smacked the gun onto the ground.

Sh*t! Jun Xiqing fluttered her long lashes. Her line of sight went dark as Lu Yeming bent over and kissed her.

Turning her head to the side, Jun Xiqing avoided his kiss. But Lu Yeming continued to kiss her face and her neck, as he tore at her clothes…

Until he tasted the bitter tang of tears.

Startled, he lifted his gaze to see teardrops staining Jun Xiqing’s face. She was crying in silence.

She turned back and met his gaze with eyes glittering with tears. “Do it quickly if you must. I still want to sleep.”

Lu Yeming felt a flaming pain in his heart. It started like tiny ant bites and increased until it felt like a kitten had scratched it fiercely.

Releasing her, he got off the bed. The expression on his face was distressed, his face so dark that it was nearly dripping ink. After he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt, Lu Yeming then raised a leg and kicked over a chair in the room.

Bam! The chair splintered, leaving behind an empty silence.

Lu Yeming turned back and pinched her little face with his slender fingers. He gave a low and malevolent chuckle. “Alright, you continue pretending to be a chaste and virtuous lady, unwilling to let another tarnish you. There’s no lack of women in this world. Do you think I can only have you?”

He flung her face aside before turning to leave.

…

After his departure, Jun Xiqing didn’t have a good night’s sleep. Ping Ping knocked on her door early the next morning. “Your Highness, President Lu wants to make the journey back now. He wants us to return with him to the palace. When Your Highness’ injuries have recovered, he will send us back to Country Z.”

Oh, so now they would have to do whatever he said. Although she did not wish to go back to his palace, he would not allow her any chance to decline.

Jun Xiqing went out with Ping Ping close behind. Several presidential-level luxury cars bearing the letter “A” were already parked outside waiting.

It seemed Ah Jia had gone. Lu Yeming was back to being himself.

“President Jun, please board this car.” Fan Men opened the door respectfully.

“Thank you.”

Jun Xiqing boarded the car. She immediately spied Lu Yeming sitting in the backseat.

Today, Lu Yeming was wearing a tailor-made black suit made of premium material and ironed perfectly smooth. His fringe was swept back elegantly, revealing his dignified face.

He was seated in the backseat, exuding a calm and imperious air, as well as a rippling iciness.

But someone was sitting in his lap.

Dongfang Ruoli was sitting on his muscular lap, her arms encircled around his neck. She was behaving very coquettishly.

The two of them appeared to be very intimate.

It was too early for this. Jun Xiqing was not prepared to witness the ambiguous image of them two.

At this moment, Lu Yeming glanced sideways, his profound almond-shaped eyes fell on her little face. His deep eyes were cold and remote, giving her a cursory glance before turning away. He then patted Dongfang Ruoli’s butt and said in a nonchalant manner. “Time to get down now.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Dongfang Ruoli smugly got off the man’s lap.