If Xuan Ying had learned about the truth, the consequences would have been dire, since he hated being deceived by her the most.
Feng Lingxue’s face turned as pale as a sheet of white paper, she lowered her lashes and denied, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Xuan Ying narrowed his inky eyes, his voice cold and unfeeling as he said, “Feng Lingxue, you’ve never disappointed me.”
He let go of her jaw, lifting his eyes to look at Ah Zhou. “Bring her in.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ah Zhou opened the room door and a female doctor was pushed inside, kneeling on the carpeted ground.
The doctor trembled in fear as she looked at Feng Lingxue and identified her. “Mister, it’s her. She was the one who came to me for a hymen reconstruction surgery!”
Feng Lingxue’s hands balled into two fists by her sides after being identified by the doctor and she let go again a few seconds later. At that exact moment, she became calm instead.
Whatever.
There was no way she could keep it a secret forever, especially when he was such a vigilant, sharp-witted man.
“Mister, I have nothing to do with this. Please… don’t hurt me, please let me off…” the doctor pleaded.
Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes, looking at Xuan Ying. “Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”
Xuan Ying lowered his eyes, as though he was looking at a lowly presence. The corners of his lips kicked up, revealing an entire row of teeth. Like a wild beast, he exuded a murderous aura.
“You can’t even help yourself now and yet you’re trying to protect someone else? You’re being a prostitute and still acting like a saint. Feng Lingxue, you’re really disgusting!”
His tone, his gaze, everything spelled his disgust and contemptuous loathing.
But Feng Lingxue pursed her lips, not saying a word.
Xuan Ying gave Ah Zhou a glance and Ah Zhou brought the doctor away as everyone else left the room.
…
Only the two of them were left behind in the room, the atmosphere stifling.
Xuan Ying stood up. “Who did you lose your virginity to?”
Feng Lingxue lowered her eyes, not saying a word.
Xuan Ying lifted his hand, picking up the black belt hanging on the rack. “You’re not going to be obedient huh? You’re such a slut!”
He waved his arm, whipping her with the belt forcefully.
Slap! The belt made a crisp sound as it hit her body.
Feng Lingxue’s negligee split open, a bright red mark appeared on her delicate skin. A wound appeared, revealing the flesh inside.
He had a lot of strength and exerted quite a huge amount of force when he whipped her.
Feng Lingxue quivered, the excruciating pain caused her to slowly lose her senses, she could hardly even feel anything.
“Tell me now, who’s your first man, hm?” he questioned.
Still, Feng Lingxue grit her teeth tightly, not saying a word. Xuan Ying lifted his hand, whipping her thrice consecutively with his belt.
A few rips appeared on her body, the fresh blood soaking her negligee. Feng Lingxue convulsed, her body sliding downwards, about to faint.
But she didn’t fall, with a gust of cold wind, a large palm appeared and pulled her hair. She could hear his sardonic voice, a satan-like presence beside her ear. “Tsk tsk, people say that sluts are heartless, but to think that you’re still unwilling to divulge the identity of that man even when you’ve been whipped so badly. You’ve really broadened my horizons!”
