Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

In such a tumultuous world, a woman like Feng Lingxue who had been born with such a beautiful face would never be able to escape from tragedy.

The sharp knife seemed to caress her face. Feng Lingxue winced in pain as cold sweat ran down her face. At the same time, Xuan Mu was pulling on her long hair. She could feel the sharp knife part her flesh as they wrote each stroke on her face.

Xuan Mu did this slowly on purpose to make her feel as much pain as possible. Feng Lingxue’s eyesight turned dark as she felt faint.

At this moment, Xuan Mu tugged roughly on her hair. “D*mned slave, you have one last chance. You’d better beg the Silver Mask King for forgiveness right now!”

Beg for forgiveness…

Feng Lingxue’s empty black eyes moved slowly to land on Xuan Ying’s face. His face was dark. She couldn’t see clearly anymore.

She wasn’t going to beg for forgiveness.

There was no point in doing that. Every second of her life now was long and tortuous.

Maybe ruining her face would be a good thing.

Once she became ugly, these men would stop fighting to possess her and she could stop being used as a toy to pleasure them.

But why did they want to carve the word ‘slave’ on her face?

She was no slave.

Not at all.

She wanted to be a person, a normal person, someone who had the chance to be educated, someone who had the opportunity to be respected.

She was Sister Maimai online, and the words she wrote had brought joy and pleasure to many people. She loved designing clothes and both Elder Sister Mo’er and Qingqing had encouraged her. She was intelligent and picked things up quickly. If only she was given another shot at life. She would put all her effort into working hard and become an even better person.

But… she was dreaming again.

She only had… Mu Mu. Mu Mu was the only reason for living right now. Because of Mu Mu, she wouldn’t let herself die.

“Alright stop!” At this moment Xuan Mu stopped. He let go of Feng Lingxue’s long hair and she fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Lifeless, like a puppet on snapped strings.

Xuan Ying looked at Xuan Ying. “Xuan Ying, are you not happy with the words I’ve carved?”

Xuan Ying looked at the woman collapsed on the carpet floor. The word ‘slave’ was carved crookedly on her right cheek, making it look extremely grotesque. A few streaks of blood flowed from her face down to her neck.

It was as though the torture had taken all the life out of her. She looked dead.

And she didn’t beg him. Even now she was not looking at him. Her eyes brushed past his face a few times but they were all empty.

Xuan Ying pressed his thin lips together into a smile.

“Brother Ying, are you not satisfied? Oh, I know, since this d*mned slave came in a black dress for your engagement party, I’ll strip her of her clothes right now!”

Xuan Mu walked forward and reached for the collar behind her. With a loud rip, he started tearing her dress apart.

Feng Lingxue felt a cold breeze on her back as it got exposed. She wanted to cover herself, but couldn’t move her hands.

Forget it, just let it be.

Everyone was welcome to humiliate and look down on her.

Hiss.

Everyone gasped as their eyes landed on Feng Lingxue’s beautiful back. Her skin was as beautiful and white as jade and her shoulder blades protruded gracefully. She really was a prized pet.

But her skin was marred by countless scars, from whips and canes. The scars all crisscrossed with each other and brought everyone’s attention to them.

Such a weak and sad woman would normally be pitied, but no one pitied her here.

All the men stared at her hungrily. In their eyes, the scars were all part of SM play. They were all waiting in anticipation for Xuan Mu to take off all her clothes.

The top hostess of Ah Jiao’s room, Feng Lingxue. How many people yearned for her yet would never be able to afford her. This was a great chance.

They all stared at Feng Lingxue ravenously as the ladies dug their fingernails into their palms. The vixen Feng Lingxue only knew how to seduce men. Why wasn’t she dead yet?

“Brother Ying, this slave is too disobedient. How dare she wear black today. Don’t worry, I’ll take off all her clothes right now!”

Xuan Mu laughed maniacally and started ripping her clothes off. By now, her clothes were almost all gone. She had worn this black dress today to cover her scars today. Her body was covered in them.

As Xuan Mu reached over, Feng Lingxue shifted, wanting to resist him. She wasn’t totally without dignity. It was just that it had just been shattered. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t even lift one finger.

Laughter. Judgment. Derision and contempt. She could hear Xuan Mu laughing savagely as everyone pointed at her, waiting to see her humiliated.

Her lashes quivered as her eyes suddenly turned red. Two bright tears rolled down slowly from the corner of her eyes.

She was crying.

Xuan Ying lowered his black eyes to look at her as she started crying.

She was crouched pathetically on the carpet right now. She hadn’t even cried when the words were carved on her face just now. But now that her clothes were being ripped off, she was crying.

But even then, she hadn’t begged him.

She hadn’t even looked at him.

“Everyone look carefully, I’m about to take it all off…”

The high lace collar was slowly ripped from her neck, revealing her beautiful collarbones. He continued tearing downwards…

Feng Lingxue closed her eyes heavily.

Seeing this, Xuan Ying started to move forward. But Shi Xiaoxiao clutched his strong shoulders tightly and said, “Young Master, it’s our engagement party today. Let’s not make things too ugly. Forget it.”

Shi Xiaoxiao was extremely intelligent and had decided to take the first step. Xuan Mu quickly stopped what he was doing.

“Since both my brother and fiancée have spoken, I’ll let this slave off then.”

Feng Lingxue slowly opened her eyes. They swiveled and landed on Shi Xiaoxiao in front of her. Shi Xiaoxiao was in a long dress. She stood tall and elegantly, holding onto Xuan Ying’s arms. The two of them really suited each other.

“Ying, the engagement party has already started. You can put the ring on me now.” Shi Xiaoxiao placed her slim fingers over to Xuan Ying.

Xuan Ying’s face was emotionless. He turned to his side and took out a ring, then slowly put it on Shi Xiaoxiao’s ring finger. He lowered his head and kissed the back of Shi Xiaoxiao’s hand.

—-Wah, congratulations to the Silver Mask King and Miss Shi.

—-Hope they’re blessed with a child soon.

Feng Lingxue’s tears rolled down her face like pearls, relentless and without mercy. She thought that she could no longer feel pain anymore, but this was true pain.

The pain pierced deep into her heart.

Today, she had seen with her own two eyes him putting a ring on another woman.