Feng Lingxue looked at Xuan Ying, her pupils contracting. It was him, Brother Ying.
Her hands balled into two fists by her sides.
“Your Highness.” Fan Men walked over, bending over to whisper something in Lu Yeming’s ear.
Lu Yeming didn’t have much of a reaction, he just took Fan Men with him and left. Only Xuan Ying and Feng Lingxue were left behind in the living room.
Xuan Ying was fully dressed in black, only half of his handsome face was revealed. He had a pair of dark, glassy eyes that was sharp and spelled danger.
As the son of the South Duke, he had returned to the Xuan family three years ago and only took a mere three years to be on par with Lu Yeming. His methods were brutal but very effective.
Xuan Ying raised a tiger, it was rumored that he would feed his enemies to the tiger, not even leaving a single bone.
And now Xuan Ying narrowed his glassy eyes, sizing Feng Lingxue up. With a wry smile on his face and a sarcastic tone, he said, “You’ve come out to seduce a married man instead of just targeting those men in Ah Jiao’s Room? Feng Lingxue, it’s been three years and you’ve gotten even more cheap.”
Feng Lingxue’s face turned pale upon hearing those words, but she quickly regained her composure and tucked her hair behind her ears, walking forward.
She wore a black maxi dress with a high slit. With every step that she took, her hips swayed around and her long, slender legs could be seen. Paired with those high heels, the way she sashayed around was simply irresistible.
She stopped in front of Xuan Ying, stretching her hand out to touch the half of his face that wasn’t covered by the mask.
“Brother Ying, it’s been too long. You’ve gotten even more handsome, but why are you so angry? Are you angry because you were forsaken by this cheap woman in front of you three years ago?”
Xuan Ying’s gaze turned menacing, his hand moved like a flash of lightning, grasping her wrist. Feng Lingxue instantly knitted her brows, feeling as though her wrist was going to break because of him.
But she didn’t complain or let out a sound. The more it hurt, the more quiet she kept. “Brother Ying, you should understand, it’s my job. You wanted to take me with you that night, but I gave it some thought. What makes you think that you’re qualified to take me with you?
“I’m used to a frivolous lifestyle, you’re just a customer of Ah Jiao’s Room. You don’t have money, status, or power. How dare you even covet me?”
Xuan Ying wasn’t a man to be reckoned with, when he heard those words, his aura turned even more menacing. He waved his arm, flinging Feng Lingxue away.
Feng Lingxue lost her footing, her back banging into a counter behind. It hurt.
She knew it. He hated her.
He truly hated her.
She was emotionless, with those red, supple lips, pearly white teeth and jet black hair. She was a stunner.
Her visions suddenly darkened. Xuan Ying leaned forward, pressing his chest against her as he watched her with a wry smile on his face. “Does this mean that if I have the money, status and power, I can… play with you?”
Feng Lingxue stretched her arms out, hugging his neck. “Mm as an example, if you’re the son of a duke, I can…”
She stuck her tongue out, licking Xuan Ying’s lips.
Xuan Ying quickly picked up her jaw, forcing open her mouth with his finger and stirring her tongue.
It was somewhat sexual.
“You must have pleasured men like this right?”
Feng Lingxue clenched her fist. “Of course.”
Once she said that, Xuan Ying froze. He turned cold and emotionless, losing all interest. The corners of his lips kicked up into a sardonic smile. “Prostitute.”
Prostitute?
Feng Lingxue’s pupils contracted.
Xuan Ying retracted his finger and his assistant walked over, handing him a white napkin. “Young Master.”
Xuan Ying wiped his finger with the napkin, his movement poised and elegant. He didn’t even lift his eyes. “Where did you get your confidence from? What makes you think that the son of a duke would even have feelings for a prostitute like you?”
He lifted his eyes, throwing the dirty napkin beside her as he put one hand in his pocket and sneered, “Ha, you’re really cheap.”
He turned and left.
…
He had left.
Feng Lingxue watched him from the back. It’s been three years, he had suppressed that deep, dangerous aura he had, but he had really changed so much.
His entire outfit, from his shirt to his trousers obviously must have cost a fortune. He even had an assistant following him around, his countenance just like a king.
The assistant even called him… Young Master.
It seemed like he led a good life for the past three years.
What about her?
What kind of life did she lead?
Feng Lingxue’s eyes reddened, tears welled up in her eyes. She seemed a little vulnerable in that moment, but she quickly recovered, forcing a smile on her face.
Many men have spent so much money just to see her smile, but she had never smiled in their presence. The more she was unwilling to smile, the more those men would be willing to pay.
But she was worth every single cent of that heavenly price tag. Her beauty was stunning when she smiled, enough to take everyone’s breaths away.
And in the end, the man was right. She was merely… a prostitute.
…
In the study room.
Gu Mohan pushed the door open and entered. He scanned around the room, spotting the lithe figure in front of the windows.
Tang Mo’er stood there, her dress and hair flowy, just as alluring as she was years ago. He walked over, putting a set of papers on the desk.
“What is this?”
Tang Mo’er lifted her eyes to look, it was written on the cover page—-Divorce Agreement
Gu Mohan’s face darkened, no one could tell what was on his mind. He placed a pen down. “Mo’er, you’ve seen it. Sign the papers.”
Tang Mo’er’s face was completely pale, she tried to not be agitated, tried not to break down at all. Even if they really approached the end of their relationship, she wanted to make sure things wouldn’t turn out ugly.
She walked over, slowly picking up the pen.
Bringing the pen near to the box to place her signature, she signed on the papers.
It felt ridiculous, she didn’t have to sign on the papers when they got married but now that they had to get a divorce, he required her signature.
Snap! The tip of the pen broke.
She lifted her head, looking at the man with reddened eyes. Tears trickled down her cheeks but she still smiled with those teary eyes. “It wasn’t on purpose, the pen just broke by itself.
“But I agree to the divorce, you can just register our divorce now. Oh right, who’s going to have custody over Niuniu?”
Though she appeared calm on the outside, behind those tears, she felt miserable. Gu Mohan stretched out his arm, pulling her into his embrace.
Planting multiple kisses on her hair, he wanted her to fuse into his blood and bones, to become one with her. “Mo’er, just wait for me. I need your cooperation for now. But trust me, I promise you that I will resolve everything very soon. Just trust me.”
