Both of them were in an extremely intimate position with her sitting on his muscular thighs. Although he did not kiss her, his high nose bridge was already on her delicate skin and their breaths were entwined.
“Miss Jun, I’m helping you. Not only are you not grateful, you still want to hit me, hm?”
The ‘hm’ was spoken with a rising intonation, and it sounded extremely domineering and magnetic.
Jun Xiqing’s long lashes quivered and her beautiful face was already flushed red with embarrassment beneath her veil. “West Duke, you are taking advantage of me but you don’t even dare to admit it. How shameless!”
She admonished him in her soft voice.
Lu Yeming squeezed her svelte waist and enveloped her in his embrace. “One year ago, I asked the Jun Family for your hand in marriage. Are you aware of this?”
“…”
Jun Xiqing froze instantly. What was he talking about?
One year ago, he had asked the Jun Family to marry her?
Thump thump…
She could hear her own quickened heartbeat. “Wh… Why… would you want to marry me?”
The dim light illuminated Lu Yeming’s handsome features and he curved his lips slightly, giving a low laugh. “Why would I want to marry you? I like you, of course.”
He liked her?
He said the word ‘like’ so casually, it was hard to tell if he was sincere or not.
“Miss Jun, do you like me?”
He asked.
Did she like him?
She did not like him?
A few seconds later, Jun Xiqing regained her sanity and she shook her head vehemently to indicate she did not have any feelings for him.
Lu Yeming arched his good-looking brows and he remained as calm as ever, as if everything was well within his control.
His deep almond-shaped eyes looked at her bright, black eyes and he smiled gradually. “Even if you cover your mouth, your eyes will reveal the truth. Miss Jun, you’ve already fallen in love with me.”
She had already fallen in love with him.
At that moment, Jun Xiqing felt as if her heart was in her throat. She denied vehemently. “West Duke, it’s good to be confident in yourself, but I’m sorry that I have to disappoint you. I don’t like you!”
Lu Yeming stretched his hand out and touched the veil on her face. He was already an exceptionally handsome man, and he was even more inexplicably seductive and charming when he flirted. “I’ve already removed your veil, so remember that I will definitely be your… fiancé in the future.”
Jun Xiqing was stunned by his words. It sounded like a declaration, which exhibited his strong dominance over her.
“West Duke, I’ve something else to attend to. I’m leaving now.”
Jun Xiqing pushed him away, promptly stood up and ran away.
…
Looking at the pretty figure disappearing before his eyes, Lu Yeming picked up his red wine glass and took an elegant sip. The vintage red wine promptly dispersed in his mouth.
Stunned at the sight of the sexually charged scene before him, Lei Ze secretly stole a glance at Lu Yeming.
Lu Yeming looked up and his deep almond-shaped eyes landed on Lei Ze’s face. “Get out.”
Lei Ze’s hair stood on end. “Yes.”
He promptly left.
Silence ensued in the private room and Lu Yeming took another sip of red wine. At this moment, he heard the sound of stilettos and in the next second, the private room door was pushed open, revealing a figure dressed in red.
“Miss Ye,” Fan Men said and then he left.
Ye Ruge was wearing a form-fitting red dress with a deep V neckline, that accentuated her ample bust and pert bottom.
As she looked at the man on the sofa before she sashayed over with a twist of her hips. She spread her long, slender legs and straddled his muscular thighs.
When the woman entered the room, Lu Yeming had placed his legs down and his body was indolently leaning against the sofa. He brought the wine glass to his lips and leisurely took a sip, all the while remaining silent as he looked at the woman straddling him.
“I saw Third Young Miss Jun when I came here. She was wearing a veil and I couldn’t see her face. Yeming, is Third Young Miss Jun pretty?”
With that, Ye Ruge coquettishly wrapped her arms around his neck. “Who is prettier, Third Young Miss Jun or me?”
With his wispy fringe covering the man’s eyes, a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.”You want to hear the truth?”
The answer was already revealed.
In his heart, Jun Xiqing was prettier.
Ye Ruge promptly pummeled him with her fists. Lu Yeming let out a low laugh from his muscular chest. “Are you jealous?”
Ye Ruge lowered her body and leaned her head against his chest. “Are you… thinking of doing it with her?”
Upon hearing this question, Lu Yeming looked down at the woman in his arms. “I will do it with her sooner or later.”
What? Ye Ruge froze before she stood up to leave. Even as she flounced towards the door, she did not hear the man chasing after her. Stopping in her tracks, she turned around again. “You’re really not coming after me?”
Lu Yeming continued to lean lazily against the sofa. “Aren’t you leaving?”
“…”
Ye Ruge let out a snort and left immediately.
It was all quiet around him. Lu Yeming continued to swirl the red wine in his glass elegantly as he was enveloped in the darkness.
…
Along the corridor.
Tang Mo’er saw Lu Yeming and promptly called out to him, “Yeming.”
“Big Sister.” Lu Yeming walked over.
“Yeming, Big Sister has something to ask you. Do you really like Qingqing?”
Lu Yeming’s eyes were very tender as he looked at Tang Mo’er’s face. A slight smile was on his lips. “Big Sister, why are you asking this?”
“Young Uncle, no matter how intelligent Qingqing is, she’s still an inexperienced young girl. If you are not true towards her, don’t play with her feelings. Even if only for Mom and Uncle Jun’s sake.”
Lu Yeming’s face was devoid of any expression. “Big Sister, I have the upper hand regarding Jun Xiqing. There is no difference between liking and not liking. Relationships are the most fragile and whimsical things in the world. For Mom and Uncle Jun’s sake, I promise you that I will dote on her more in the future.”
“…”
Tang Mo’er furrowed her brows and replied, “Yeming…”
At this moment, Lu Yeming looked ahead. Someone had arrived. Tang Mo’er turned around to see. Gu Mohan and Feng Lingxue were walking over.
Tang Mo’er’s luscious lashes quivered and bowed her head.
At this moment, Gu Mohan walked ahead with Feng Lingxue, brushing against her as they entered a luxurious private room.
The private room door closed.
Tang Mo’er looked down at her feet and her shadow that had been elongated by the light. Lu Yeming walked ahead and stroked her hair gently. “Big Sister, do you remember what day it is today?”
“What day is it?” Tang Mo’er looked at him in confusion. What was so important about today?
“Big Sister, it’s your birthday today.”
So soon, time really did fly.
Her birthday was here again.
“Big Sister, I’ll take you home.” Lu Yeming held Tang Mo’er’s hand.
Tang Mo’er walked a few steps before stopping.
