Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Xuan Ying froze.

He couldn’t recall her ever taking the initiative.

Feng Lingxue kissed his cold lips, her hands wrapping around his neck. As she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, it hooked onto his tongue, twisting and dancing around like a relentless tease.

Under her passion, Xuan Ying seemed to melt. He placed both hands on her slim waist and pushed her backwards. The two of them tumbled onto her cold, hard, wooden bed.

She was burning up.

He could feel that there was something wrong with her. Pushing her away gently, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

His deep voice was rough.

In the dark, Feng Lingxue’s misty eyes gazed at him. She placed both hands on his chest and pushed him away.

Little stone?

The little stone again.

He had already gifted her with a luminescent pearl, yet she was still fixated on her little stone.

Who knew which man had given her that stone. He reached out and flicked something onto the floor.

There was no carpet on the floor, and the little stone bounced off the hard floor with a loud thud.

It was as though Feng Lingxue had been triggered. She jumped up from the bed, wanting to crawl down.

But he pressed on her beautiful shoulders, pressing her back into the bed. “Are you trying to anger me on purpose?”

He bent down to kiss her red lips.

But the tiny figure under his body had already started to stiffen. There was none of the softness of just now. Her burning temperature cooled until there was only coldness left.

He frowned as he felt his spirits dampen. His large palms patted her face. “You’d better be obedient when I’m treating you well. Don’t take what you have for granted. Bring back the energy you had when you are servicing me!”

He had smacked her cheeks hard and half of her face reddened from his blows.

But Feng Lingxue didn’t look at him. Her gaze was fixed on the little stone.

Within seconds, the mood in the room soured. Xuan Ying could feel his temper rising. Before he lost control, he humphed coldly and left.

He went to take a shower in the toilet. He didn’t want to take another look at her. He was afraid of harming her again.

They had just had a wonderful time together, so he would let her keep some of her dignity.

…

After he left, Feng Lingxue quickly scrambled off the bed. She bent down and picked up the little stone, enclosing it in her palm.

The little stone was not broken.

Thank god, thank god.

Dragging her numb body back into the bed, Feng Lingxue brought the stone to her lips, kissing it softly. Mu Mu…

Mu Mu, do you miss Mommy?

Mommy misses you.

Really misses you.

After a short while, the door to the toilet was flung open with a bang and Xuan Ying came out after a bath. He looked at the woman on the bed. Her back was facing him and a thin woolen blanket covered her.

At one glance, he could tell that her white skin was marred with scars. They were from all the lashes he had given her, the kicks and the slaps he had given her. He had only focused on venting himself just now and had given her even more bruises. The sight of her injured only hurt his eyes.

His black, glassy eyes froze. How did he manage to hurt her like that?

Now she lay there alone, unmoving, like a lifeless puppet. She had been burning with passion just now, but now she was cold again.

He walked forward, pressing his lips together. “Go and take a shower.”

Like a soulless puppet, Feng Lingxue shifted on the bed and got up. She stepped into the toilet with her bare feet.

Xuan Ying sat on the bed. He suddenly felt very sullen.

Just moments earlier, he had felt so fulfilled. But now… He felt so empty.

He felt that she was not being honest.

He felt as though he couldn’t hold her down.

He felt like she was going to leave at any time

After a few minutes, the door to the toilet opened. A freshly-bathed Feng Lingxue emerged and got into the bed. She slept at the edge of the bed and didn’t go near him. She stayed far away from him.

They were both in the same bed but the distance between them as far as between the sky and the sea.

Xuan Ying opened his eyes in the dark and he reached out and said, “Come here.”

Stirring slightly, Feng Lingxue shifted and climbed into his embrace, before Xuan Ying pulled her close. The two of them didn’t say anything else.

Xuan Ying was a little tired. He had been battling many enemies the past few days and had to attend a banquet he didn’t care about. The only time he enjoyed himself was when he let himself loose with her just now.

After such an intense session, he felt as though he could fall asleep easily. Furthermore, he had her in his embrace and everywhere was filled with her fragrance.

At this moment, the woman in his embrace spoke up. In a soft voice, she said, “Master, I haven’t taken the contraceptive pill.”

“Hm?” He replied lazily.

“Can you get Mo Mo to prepare a bowl of contraception medication? I’m afraid of getting pregnant if I take the medication tomorrow morning.”

Pregnant?

Hearing these two words, Xuan Ying’s lips slowly curved upwards. His devilish tone became cold. “You can always get an abortion if you get pregnant. It’s a small matter. Let’s go to sleep.”

He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Feng Lingxue clutched the little stone tight in her hand. Her bottom lip twitched. Yes… She could always get an abortion if she got pregnant. In the end, her body was solely for him to ravage.

…

Xuan Ying fell into a fitful sleep. A small movement woke him up and his eyes snapped open.

He was still in her room.

He hadn’t thought of it just now, but now he felt amused that he had spent a night in her room. This was the servants’ quarters after all.

He tensed his shoulders, wanting to hug her even tighter.

But in the next instance, he froze.

The woman who had been in his arms was gone.

His side felt empty. He had no idea where Feng Lingxue had gone. Sitting up, Xuan Ying ripped the blankets off himself and shouted loudly, “Feng Lingxue!”

His voice echoed around the room.

There was no response.

He pushed open the toilet door. There was no one inside.

His black glassy eyes immediately turned cold, and his hanging hands balled into fists. “Feng Lingxue, I’m going to count to three. You’d better get here. One, two…”

His voice suddenly stopped. There was no one.

No one was replying at all.

As he stood rooted to the ground, it was as though he was having a monologue. Here he was making a fool of himself.

His thin lips pressed into a white line and he shouted, “Guards!”

…

At the break of dawn, the entire Snow Mountain Residence was lit up brightly. All the beautiful ladies, who had been roused from their sleep in the middle of the night, curled up in the corner, afraid to make a single sound.

They dared not look at the man sitting on the sofa. His expression was already unbelievably dark.

His right-hand man, Ah Zhou hurried over. “Master, we’ve already investigated. The last person to come into contact with Miss Feng was Miss Tang.”

Tang Mo’er?

Xuan Ying’s eyes flashed. Did Feng Lingxue’s unexplained disappearance have anything to do with Tang Mo’er?

How dare she escape!

Xuan Ying clenched his fists. Once she was back in his grasp, he was going to break both her legs and lock her up. Her burning passion tonight was just to lower his guard so that she could escape.

He hated when she deceived him.

She had deceived him once again.

Xuan Ying looked at the surveillance footage in front of him. Feng Lingxue walked down the stairs. She had a black cape on and slowly vanished into the darkness of the night.

She had escaped.

…

North Palace.

The maid opened the door. Feng Lingxue took off the cap on her head and went upstairs to the study room. In the study room, her father, the North Duke, was waiting for her.

The North Duke had a pair of murky but calculating eyes. He smiled when he saw Feng Lingxue. “Lingxue, you’re back. I’ve already heard all about the banquet, that you’re already with the Silver Mask King. How is it? Has he been entirely taken in by you?”

Feng Lingxue’s beautiful face was cold and expressionless. “You pretended that you wanted me to get close to Gu Mohan this time when your actual plan was for me to get close to the Silver Mask King. I’m already living in the Snow Mountain Residence and I’ve become one of the Silver Mask King’s women. I’ve already completed half of my mission. Tell me, where is Mu Mu?”

“Lingxue, the Silver Mask King was with you morning and night at Ah Jiao’s room for so many years. He likes you, so it must have been an extremely easy task for you to get close to him?

“It’s simple if you want to know Mu Mu’s whereabouts. You just have to listen to me. You’ve only completed half of the mission. Do you remember what the other half is?”

The other half?

Feng Lingxue’s face paled. “Of course I remember. You want me to poison and kill him.”

The North Duke took out a packet of powder and put it in Feng Lingxue’s palm. “Lingxue, as long as you kill Xuan Ying, you’ll be able to reunite with Mu Mu. Mu Mu is still so young and she cries for you every day…”

Feng Lingxue’s eyes reddened and she quickly closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think of it. She couldn’t think of it. She felt tortured every single time she thought of the pain Mu Mu and she was going through.

“Enough! Stop speaking!”

With that, she lifted her eyes to look at the North Duke. “Why do you want me to kill Xuan Ying? What’s your goal?”

“Lingxue, don’t ask questions that you’re not supposed to ask. Don’t tell me you still have feelings for him and can’t bear to kill him?”

The North Duke grabbed Feng Lingxue’s small hand and said slowly in a low voice, “Have you forgotten what happened three years ago?”

What happened three years ago?

Feng Lingxue’s hands turned cold immediately.

“Three years ago, before your coming of age ceremony, someone raped you. Mu Mu was conceived on that night. You’re already tainted. Do you think Xuan Ying will want you once he learns of this? Not only did you sleep with another man, you even gave birth to a vile child… I’m sure that if Xuan Ying learns of Mu Mu’s existence, he would definitely want to kill him.

“Lingxue, kill Xuan Ying. Then you can reunite with your daughter. Don’t kill him and he will kill the two of you someday.”

Feng Lingxue felt as though she had been pushed into the abyss. She understood Xuan Ying more than anyone here. If he learned of Mu Mu’s existence, he would definitely kill him.

Yes, she was already tainted.

She was filthy, undeserving.

Three years ago, before her coming-of-age ceremony, everything had been black, so black. She had been dragged into a room where her clothes had been ripped off roughly.

She was going to leave with Brother Ying the next day.

But then she had lost her innocence.

She was unworthy.

She was unworthy to be with Brother Ying.

How could she choose now?

Don’t force her.

Why was everyone forcing her to do things?

Feng Lingxue looked at the North Duke. She spread her palms out and said, “Give me the antidote to the AR drug.”

The antidote could help neutralize the poison in Tang Mo’er’s blood. Gu Mohan and Tang Mo’er had been dragged into the battle in Country A. They were innocent.

She felt extremely envious whenever she saw how much Gu Mohan and Tang Mo’er loved each other.

The North Duke shook his head. “Ah Lingxue, I guess you didn’t know. AR is not a poison, so there isn’t any antidote for it.”