Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

The manager brought Xuan Ying to a luxurious room that had full privacy and Xuan Ying sat on the sofa.

Unbidden eyes landed on Feng Lingxue. She sat on a rich heir’s lap, the heir’s hand around her slim waist and they were behaving intimately. There were many other heirs around, including Xuan Mu. Everyone had their eyes on her, coveting her.

Xuan Ying’s eyes were just like spilled ink, his gaze dark and dangerous. He had already incapacitated Xuan Mu before giving her to him and he knew that Xuan Mu wouldn’t be able to do anything to her.

The entire South Palace was under his surveillance. Ah Zhou had reported to him, Xuan Mu hadn’t laid his hands on her.

But he hadn’t expected Xuan Mu to send her to his friends right after getting out of his sickbed.

Xuan Mu would always hang out with his friends, drink alcohol and have fun with women. There was once, Xuan Mu held a party and they forced a young model to drink tons of liquor. That time she had almost lost her life. After that fiasco, the South Duchess used her influence to keep this incident under wraps.

Xuan Ying’s eyes narrowed, he wasn’t surprised with Xuan Mu’s actions. However… she seemed rather accepting of it. She hadn’t resisted even when those men took advantage of her.

She even leaned her face on Young Master Zheng’s chest.

With a twist of her slender hips, Feng Lingxue started dancing around the pole. Her body was flexible and she could get into many different positions. After so many years at Ah Jiao’s Room, she had a womanly aura that other women didn’t have.

Once she started dancing, everyone was shocked, they even forgot to breathe. Feng Lingxue could feel a blazing gaze on her. It was from the private room.

Xuan Ying.

Xuan Ying was looking at her.

Ever since she went up on stage, he pinned her with his gaze. Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes, looking in his direction.

The entire time, Xuan Ying’s eyes seemed to rake through her, traveling all over her body. Bringing the wine glass to his lips, he finished it in one gulp, feeling as though his throat had been raked over hot charcoal.

He had no idea how long he hadn’t been laid.

Ever since he gave her away to Xuan Mu, though he had many concubines at the Snow Mountain Residence, he simply wasn’t in the mood. Moreover, those concubines weren’t there for that purpose.

Now that he watched her performing a pole dance, he felt his desires being rekindled.

Was she seducing him now?

Xuan Ying raised the corners of his lips slightly, giving her a condescending look when she looked over in his direction.

How could those heirs even compare to him? A promiscuous gold digger like her would surely choose him as a target.

All of Xuan Ying’s gloominess just disappeared when she took the initiative. He had no idea why. Why was she playing hard to get?

If she had just opened up and begged him at the engagement banquet, he… probably wouldn’t have allowed Xuan Mu to carve her face. Look, in the end, she still had to seduce him, beg him, pleasure him now. Why was she being obstinate?

Xuan Ying looked at her with superiority, but the next moment, Feng Lingxue’s gaze shifted as she looked in Young Master Zheng’s direction, even smiling at Young Master Zheng.

“F*ck!” Young Master Zheng cursed. He almost drooled, he simply couldn’t wait, he wanted to just pin her underneath of him.

When Xuan Ying witnessed the scene, “…”

His facial features tensed up, flinging his arm to smash the wine glass on the ground.

She wasn’t seducing him!

She was seducing that powerless Young Master Zheng!

How dare she?

How dare she?

Xuan Ying’s chest heaved up and down, his eyes turning menacing and he suddenly lifted his hand, holding his head.

His head really hurt.

It was as though it was going to split open.

His breathing got heavier, he felt really unwell, to the point where he felt like hitting someone, killing someone. A demonic violence spread through his blood and bones as the rage threatened to rear its head.