Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Dongfang Ruoli turned pale at Dongfang Wanqing’s question and she swallowed down a choked breath. “Auntie, you can’t blame me for this. Over the past three years, Lu Yeming has refused to let me go near him, and he has never slept with me. How am I supposed to get pregnant on my own?”

“What in the world are you saying? You have not slept with Lu Yeming yet? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Why hadn’t she said anything? It was because Dongfang Ruoli did not dare to speak up. She was afraid that if she did, she would be of no value.

She didn’t even dare to tell Dongfang Wanqing that she and Lu Yeming had not registered their marriage. That Lu Yeming had only given her an empty title.

If not for the fact that she could no longer keep this a secret, she would never have said it out loud.

“Auntie, I am sorry.”

Dongfang Wanqing’s voice turned cold. “Ruoli, you have truly disappointed me. Chief is also very disappointed in you. You are nothing if you lose the support of the Holy Lady Clan.”

The Holy Lady Clan was the oldest clan in Country A. Every generation, a Holy Lady from the clan would be chosen to marry the ruler of Country A. As a result, they were highly respected.

Dongfang Ruoli was startled. “Auntie, I…”

“Alright, I won’t tell the Chief about this for the time being. You’d better think of a way to sleep with Lu Yeming as soon as possible!” Dongfang Wanqing hung up.

Pale-faced, Dongfang Ruoli felt a deep sense of trepidation. If she was still unable to get Lu Yeming, she would be deemed a useless discarded pawn piece of no value.

The fate of a discarded pawn was a very tragic one.

No, she had to think of a way.

Dongfang Ruoli entered the bathroom. She had soaked in a rose bath before putting on a sexy red gauze dress.

Despite his indifference, Lu Yeming was still a man. All men had desires. She just had to successfully ignite that fire in him, and everything would be settled. He might not have touched her at all over the past three years, but he also didn’t have any other woman by his side.

It had been three years since he touched a woman.

A 26 year old man was at the peak of his vitality and virility. She didn’t believe that he didn’t have any sexual urges.

…

In the study room.

Lu Yeming was sitting at his desk working when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

The door was pushed open and Dongfang Ruoli entered. She placed a cup of coffee on the desk. “Your Highness, your coffee.”

Lu Yeming was holding a fountain pen and reviewing some documents. He didn’t lift his eyes and just replied in a mild tone. “You can leave now.”

Even now he was already chasing her away. He didn’t even glance at her.

What could she do? Dongfang Ruoli was struck by anxiety. She had no intention of leaving. She wanted to become his woman.

An idea sprung into her mind. She gave a discreet swipe of her hand, upsetting the cup of coffee.

The entire cup of coffee was spilled onto Lu Yeming’s pants.

“Ah, Your Highness, I’m so sorry. Let me help you wipe it off. Your pants are wet.”

Dongfang Ruoli bent over. She took out a handkerchief and reached over to wipe Lu Yeming’s pants.

Lu Yeming tossed aside his pen and swiveled his black leather chair to face Dongfang Ruoli. He leaned back lackadaisically against the back of his chair, as he lowered his handsome face to gaze down at Dongfang Ruoli.

At this moment she was stooped over by his thigh, helping him wipe his pants.

She was wearing a red, gauze dress, which revealed her fair skin here and there. Her slender woman’s body smelled of roses. It was all very alluring.

As she was bending over, her collar button was purposely left undone, exposing a wide expanse of cleavage.

It was clear she was seducing him by exposing her skin.

Lu Yeming’s expressions was unreadable. No one could tell what was going on behind those deep, almond-shaped eyes of his. He reached out one long finger and hooked Dongfang Ruoli’s chin.

Inside, Dongfang Ruoli’s heart jumped with glee. She lifted her eyes and looked boldly at the man.

“Your Highness, it is already nighttime. Won’t you come to bed earlier tonight? I will service you.” She reached out to undo his belt buckle.

But Lu Yeming didn’t allow her to touch it. “Have you forgotten what I told you three years ago? Are you getting restless now?”

Thump. Dongfang Ruoli felt like she was suddenly falling into an abyss.

Lu Yeming let go of her before getting up to leave.

He left just like that. Cold and heartless as always.

“Yeming!” Dongfang Ruoli suddenly cried out.

She didn’t call him ‘Your Highness’, she called him “Yeming”.

In this world, only Tang Mo’er would call him ‘Yeming’ in that gentle manner.

Lu Yeming halted his steps.

He stilled.

Dongfang Ruoli’s eyes brightened. She knew he could never resist. How could he possibly resist a face like hers?

Dongfang Ruoli went to stand in front of him and took off her dress. “Yeming. I am Tang Mo’er.”

As she stroked his handsome face, her gaze was filled with loving adoration. Her voice was gentle and alluring. “Yeming, I know you like Tang Mo’er. In the future, I will be your Mo’er, belonging to you and you alone. I can fulfill this role that you like. No one has to know. Whatever you cannot get on the outside, you can get from me. You can vent everything out on me. You can treat me as the person you truly love…”

Lu Yeming gazed deeply into Dongfang Ruoli’s delicate little face. He then reached out and shoved her onto the soft sofa.

Dongfang Ruoli fell in and was just about to get up when darkness covered her line of sight. A man’s strong, hard body was hovering over her.

Seeing the darkness in his eyes, Dongfang Ruoli went soft all over. She quickly reached up and held Lu Yeming’s neck. “Yeming, take me! Take me now!”

Supporting himself with one hand on the back of the sofa, a dark shadow was cast over his handsome face, malevolent and frightening. “You… are… truly… disgusting.”

Dongfang Ruoli was stunned.

Her body suddenly felt cold as Lu Yeming stood up and left.

Left alone once again, Dongfang Ruoli felt unbearably shamed and embarrassed.

Why?

…

Lu Yeming returned to his bedroom and he went into the bathroom to shower.

The water was cold and there was no steam. Clear water droplets spilled over his muscular body. The mosaic glass door was half-open, and one could see his straight, strong back and narrow, firm waist. He had a clearly-defined six-pack and a butt that was even perkier than a woman’s. His physique was so sexy that it could easily cause a nosebleed.

Lu Yeming exuded a dignified and pristine aura. Combined with his power and position, he possessed an indescribable sense of authority. His allure went beyond all bounds and anyone who was a flesh and blood human would like him. Especially a woman.

As he stood there unmoving, he allowed the icy water to wash down from the top of his head. He shut his eyes.

Today, Dongfang Ruoli had him recall that youthful period when he was still a teenager. The time when he first knew how to use his own hand to satisfy himself. That gentle face had suddenly surfaced in his mind, startling him.

He was filled with the sense of having committed a sin. He felt like he had tainted the world’s most pure and beautiful Mo’er.

After that incident, it made him feel like sex was sinful and disgusting.

That was until he had met Jun Xiqing.