Slap!
Xuan Ying slapped Feng Lingxue’s face. The sudden impact of the slap pushed Feng Lingxue backwards and she fell heavily onto the carpet.
A bright red palm print instantly emerged on her delicate face and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. The golden hairpin fell beside her feet.
Just then, she heard a cold and baleful voice. “Have you sober now?”
Feng Lingxue’s dazed eyes gradually recovered its focus and clarity. She looked up to see Yuyu nestling in the man’s arms and flashing her a sneering smile. All the other beauties were also covering their mouths and sniggering at her.
When had he returned?
The main door was pulled open and Ah Zhou was standing by the side. Xuan Ying was wearing a gray long leather coat with a brown shirt within, looking perfectly handsome.
Everyone did not dare to utter a word. He was the Master here.
Feng Lingxue looked up at Xuan Ying, who was looking down upon her with a malevolent expression as if he was going to tear her apart.
She had made a move on Yuyu, and so he had slapped her.
She was bullied by everyone here as if she was the lowest form of being.
The lowest of the low, worse than the scum on the bottom of their shoes.
This time, Feng Lingxue sobered up. Her luscious lashes quivered and as she looked at Xuan Ying, her eyes turned red.
Her Brother Ying really had died.
Goodbye, Brother Ying.
Looking at the bitter smile on her face, Xuan Ying instantly clenched his fist. He had used this hand to hit her. He had exacted too much force and she had been hit to the ground, which made his heart ache.
Now a film of tears had gradually appeared in her red eyes, and she looked like she was crying. He could hear a young girl’s tinkling voice in his ear – Brother Ying, don’t ever make me cry.
—- No man should ever make a woman cry.
—- If I cry, it means that I will start to dislike you.
Xuan Ying’s tall figure gradually froze and he commanded, “Take her away and lock her in the room. Don’t let her come out!”
“Understood.”
Two men in black walked ahead, wanting to capture Feng Lingxue.
But Feng Lingxue evaded them.
“I’ll walk by myself.” She struggled to stand up and walked up the stairs.
Xuan Ying watched her till her figure disappeared before his vision. Just then, Yuyu tugged on his sleeve whining. “Young Master, you have to chase this Feng Lingxue out. Just now she seemed to have turned into a different person when she wanted to kill me. I think she has a psychological illness. For everyone’s safety, you have to chase her out.”
Xuan Ying looked down at Yuyu with his face devoid of any expression. He said coldly and impassively, “Do you know why I didn’t hit you?”
Yuyu froze. She extricated herself from the man’s arms and looked up at him. Xuan Ying curved his lips gradually. “I’m afraid of dirtying my hand if I hit you.”
Yuyu’s legs went weak and she crumbled onto the carpet.
“Ah Zhou, throw her to the barracks. She is still a virgin. These three days, our brothers have worked hard, so let her service our brothers well tonight,” Xuan Ying said in a low voice.
“Yes.” Ah Zhou nodded and two men in black immediately dragged Yuyu away.
The atmosphere in the living room had become icy-cold. The other beauties and the maids’ limbs turned cold and they were trembling from fear.
This man had been said to be ruthless and merciless. He was brutal towards women who were disobedient and would throw them to the army barracks to be prostitutes if they stepped out of line.
To think Yuyu had received such a punishment. But what was more shocking to them was that Yuyu was still a… virgin?
He actually did not touch Yuyu that night?
All the other beauties had entered the residence three years ago, but none of them had been touched before.
They were still virgins.
These three years, Xuan Ying had been battling outside and seldom returned home. Even when he came back, he could not be bothered to take a look at them.
So that night when Yuyu had been chosen to service Xuan Ying, they had treated Yuyu as the Young Madam. They had not imagined that he did not touch Yuyu at all.
Xuan Ying’s malevolent eyes swept the beauties and then he opened his palm. “Give it to me.”
A beauty walked forward, trembling the entire time. She handed the small stone to Xuan Ying.
“All of you better behave yourselves. If you make a fuss again, you will all become prostitutes.”
With that, Xuan Ying walked upstairs.
Those beauties collapsed onto the floor and let out the breaths they had been holding.
…
In the room.
A stinging antiseptic smell wafted over. Xuan Ying sat by the bed as an army doctor held a scorching hot knife and cut his wound open to release the pus and blood within.
Ten minutes later, Xuan Ying bit down on a white cloth and his forehead was dotted with beads of perspiration.
He did not complain of the pain at all. In the span of these three years, he had gotten used to major and minor injuries.
“Silver Mask King, I’ve already managed your wound for you. Avoid getting water on the wound these few days,” the army doctor instructed.
Xuan Ying sat on the bed with his head bowed. The fringe on his forehead was already damp.
Ah Zhou sent the army doctor out.
Xuan Ying glanced sideways at the small stone, which was lying quietly on the bed. He stretched his hand out and picked up the stone.
As his calloused fingers caressed the plain, unremarkable stone, his mind wandered. Why did she treat it like a treasure?
“Master.” Just then, Ah Zhou returned and stood by the door respectfully.
Xuan Ying did not look up and merely said indifferently, “Let the doctor take a look at her to see if her face has been injured.”
Ah Zhou froze for two seconds. He had been with Master for three years, and this was the first time that he had seen Master so concerned about a woman.
To be honest, his heart was also hurting from the slap.
“Yes…”
“Forget it, don’t need to take a look.” Xuan Ying immediately changed his mind. “She’s so stubborn and can even kill for just a damned stone. It’s time that she experienced some suffering.”
…
In the room, Feng Lingxue was curled up on the icy-cold bed sleeping.
She was dreaming.
In her dream, a little girl ran over. The little girl was merely over a year old and she walked unsteadily. Her face was exquisitely beautiful with a pair of big, bright eyes that looked like superior glass.
The little girl ran over and handed a small stone over to her. “Mommy, this is my present for you.”
She bent down and kissed the little girl’s face tenderly and lovingly.
Suddenly, the scene changed and a few men in black grabbed hold of the little girl. The little girl wailed out in fear. “Mommy, Mommy…”
“What’s this ruckus about? Shut up!”
A man in black yanked the little girl’s hair and slapped her.
There was a swell on the little girl’s face and the bright red palm print on her face looked extremely sinister. She did not dare to cry anymore. Her huge glass-like eyes were filled to the brim with tears, but she did not dare to let them fall.
