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.

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.