Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Feng Lingxue lowered her lashes, before her small hands slowly undid his belt…

…

Ten minutes later, the strong stench of masculinity permeated the air. Xuan Ying’s large hands were on her waist and he took heavy breaths as his eyebrows furrowed. Their faces were plastered against each other, their breath mixed into a mesh of heat and perspiration.

Feng Lingxue stirred.

“Where are you going?” He said huskily as he held her down. He was not happy.

“To get some tissues.”

Feng Lingxue reached out with her small hands and grabbed a few tissues to wipe herself clean, then helped him tidy his pants and fasten his belt.

She was acting extremely obediently. Xuan Ying rubbed his nose against her face and gazed at her red lips through narrowed eyes. She did not have any lipstick on, yet her lips were still naturally shiny and red, which made him want to lose himself in them.

He swallowed and handed something to her. “This is for you.”

Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes to take a look. It was a gilded black card.

“I’ll get someone to freeze all your accounts. From now on, you won’t have any money on you. You’re not allowed to use the filthy money you got from those men anymore. You belong to me now, so spend only my money.”

She no longer belonged to Ah Jiao’s room. Everyone’s assets had been frozen as well. From now on, she could only solely and purely belong to him.

Feng Lingxue didn’t reach out to accept it.

Xuan Ying’a eyes flashed. His long fingers wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Why aren’t you accepting it? Are you still pretending you don’t care? You’ve never even left Ah Jiao’s room before. Do you have any way to make money that’ll make me change my opinion of you, or do you simply feel that the money is not enough for you to spend?”

Feng Lingxue’s cold, alluring eyes landed on his handsome face. A hint of gentleness showed through her quiet demeanor. With her red lips and white teeth, she really was beautiful.

Xuan Ying’s waist stiffened. He wanted another go.

Feng Lingxue reached out to accept his black card. She said slowly in a soft voice, “Was this… your first time?”

Xuan Ying’s face tensed up as his expression darkened instantly. “What did you say?”

“A man’s first time is always fast…”

“…Feng Lingxue, do you want to die?”

He pinched her lower jaw hard, and her soft skin turned red.

Feng Lingxue looked at him, “You’re angry because you’re embarrassed. Does this mean I’m right?”

Xuan Ying was speechless.

A grimace crossed his face before his lips curved into a cold smile as he pushed her face away. “Feng Lingxue, what are you thinking? Do you really think that I’ve been saving myself for you these past three years? You know nothing then. Don’t you know that my palace is filled with beautiful women?”

Of course she had heard.

The West Duke, Lu Yeming’s palace was sparkling clean, with not a single woman in sight. All the pretty ladies had run off to the Silver Mask King’s South palace, which was now filled with beautiful women.

Soon, she was going to go back with him and enter his South Palace.

She lowered her lashes.

Seeing her reaction, Xuan Ying felt better. “You’re complaining that I’m too fast. Are you trying to praise your own skills or baiting me for a second round?”

Feng Lingxue placed both her hands on his chest and got off his legs quickly. “I want to head back first.”

Xuan Ying lay lazily on the couch, with a hint of evilness emanating off him. “Sure, you can go back. I’ll look for you again in seven days.”

…

Feng Lingxue returned to her residence and took a shower, before coming out in a white nightdress. She pulled open the curtains and sat on the windowsill. It was high up, high enough that she could see all the fireworks in the city.

As she curled her legs up and swept her long hair behind her back, a few loose strands fell out beside her temple and shone lightly. With the gentle music from her earphones, the hustle and bustle of the city faded, the world seemed perfect.

She took out her slim laptop and went to the Weibo page of someone called ‘Sister Maimai’.

In the past three years, she would sometimes post short stories using this account. She had never expected anyone to read what she posted, but in the past three years, she had amassed around a million fans.

Her pale hands danced gracefully over the keyboard. She wrote — ‘I dreamt today. I dreamt about a small girl who gave me a small stone. It was the most beautiful gift I had ever received in my life.’

The moment the story was posted, hundreds to thousands of comments flooded in.

‘Ah ah ah, we caught Sister Maimai live!’

‘Sister Maimai, is this girl someone extremely important to you?’

‘Such a small stone but such a huge amount of love.’

‘Sister Maimai, we all love you. Your words always have a hint of sadness to them, but never forget that we are always staying up to refresh your page. We’ll always support you.’

‘I think Sister Maimai is definitely a beautiful girl who is confessed to everyday.’…

Feng Lingxue moved her mouse around as she scrolled through line after line of comments carefully. Her clear eyes slowly got rimmed with red as they glazed over.

Thank you.

She was thankful that so many people liked her, supported her. In this superficial digital world, she could feel the respect and warmth these people had for her.

Every time she felt as though she couldn’t continue on, she would come here to take a look. It was a place she could rest quietly and heal her wounds.

Her thick lashes were wet with tears. She looked down at the tiny stone she clutched in her hand.

He hadn’t spotted it, but there were actually words carved on the stone. Shallow words, and they were crooked, but they spelled – ma~

…

For an entire week, there was no news of Jun Chulin. Country Z looked peaceful on the surface, but in reality it was in turmoil.

On this particular day, the Wuling Iron Steed Troop’s Vice Commander Wu Qing stood outside waiting as Jun Xiqing prepared to leave.

At this moment, Jun Xiyan called her. “Qingqing.”

Jun Xiqing looked back. “Big Sis, did you call me?”

Jun Xiyan passed her a bowl of red bean soup. “Qingqing, you’ve worked hard. Here, finish this bowl of red bean soup.”

“I don’t want to…”

“Qingqing, I made this for you myself. I’ll be sad if you don’t drink it.”

At that, Jun Xiqing gave in immediately. “Alright, I’ll drink it. I love the red bean soup Big Sis makes the most.” Jun Xiqing praised her sweetly and took the red bean soup from Jun Xiyan hands, finishing it.

“Alright Big Sis, I’ve finished it. I have other things to do, so I’ll be leaving first.”

Putting the bowl down, Jun Xiqing turned to leave. At this moment, she felt her vision turn to black as she collapsed.

“Qingqing!” Jun Xiyan quickly caught her.

Jun Xiqing closed her eyes, she had fainted.

Jun Xiyan looked at her little sister lovingly. “Qingqing, don’t blame Big Sister. We don’t know what happened to Big Brother and the entire Jun family is in peril now. Big Sister is going to send you away now so you’ll be safe. You’re going to leave Country Z with Zhu Qing and be safe with him. If you don’t leave now, you’ll never be able to leave.”