Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

“President Lu, you and I are indeed fated. Today, let me give you free marriage divination.”

Standing tall and erect, amusement danced upon Lu Yeming’s handsome brows. “Monk Xuanyi, each of your divinations is worth a thousand pieces of gold. How can I possibly let you give me one for free?”

Monk Xuanyi glanced at him. He was a discerning man after all.

“If President Lu really can’t accept it for free, you can treat me to a meal. Haha.”

Lu Yeming raised his brows. “One meal is not enough. Monk Xuanyi, have you heard of Ah Jiao’s Room?”

What did he mean by that?

Monk Xuanyi had a bad feeling about this.

“This Ah Jiao’s Room is a man’s treasure chest. Every single lady inside is worth a lot. Monk Xuanyi, since you have traveled this far and you and I are fated… Fan Men, go get several of the top girls from Ah Jiao’s Room to take care of Monk Xuanyi.”

“…”

Monk Xuanyi looked into Lu Yeming’s deep almond-shaped eyes. Two cold abysses swirled in the depths of his pupils, as if ready to suck him at any time.

Swallowing down a breath, Monk Xuanyi turned and tried to leave without another word.

“Monk Xuanyi, why are you leaving? The girls are here. Today, I want to let you break your vows and enjoy yourself!”

A stream of ladies from Ah Jiao’s Room surged out and surrounded Monk Xuanyi. No matter how much Monk Xuanyi frantically tried to push them away, a lady managed to kiss him and left a huge red lipstick mark on his face…

Like that, Monk Xuanyi was dragged into Ah Jiao’s Room, silently lamenting his fate. Such an unstoppable torrent of ladies. To think that he was being bullied so mercilessly by those two.

Humiliating!

Just wait until they gave birth to that little demon king, this family would probably ascend the skies then.

No, he must perform a spell and have that little demon king be born earlier so that he could dominate his father!

…

Having settled Monk Xuanyi, Lu Yeming narrowed his eyes and prepared to board his car.

At this moment, a limited-edition luxury car came to a slow stop. The chauffeur respectfully opened the back door and a tall, strapping figure emerged.

Murong Jiancheng.

Father and son exchanged a look and stood by the road to speak.

With a smirk, Murong Jiancheng considered Lu Yeming. “The matter with Ruoli… you even deceived your own father about it?”

These two days, Ah Jiao’s Room was filled to the brim with the top echelons of society from the various countries, and luxury cars thronged the main street. A number of the car windows were wound down, as some of the ladies inside peered out.

The young ladies in their twenties were the daughters of the rich and powerful. They all blushed as they stole glimpses at Lu Yeming. Meanwhile, the more senior ladies were the wives of those elites, and their gazes landed on Murong Jiancheng.

The younger Murong Jiancheng was a memorable icon among the women of his generation.

Today, Murong Jiancheng was wearing a black trench coat over a white shirt and black pants. A man in his forties, he no longer possessed the youthful and glorious vitality of Lu Yeming but held a majestic and dignified charm that had withstood the sands of time.

The sight of this father-son duo standing by the side of the street had the eyes of all the ladies fixed upon them.

Lu Yeming’s lips curled up slightly. “Your Majesty, so many years have passed but your charm has not diminished in the slightest. Word is that as long as Murong Jiancheng is willing, he could make all the men in the nation cuckolds.”

Murong Jiancheng twisted his lips unhappily at his son’s teasing. “Don’t change the subject. I heard that Yuan Ming is here?”

Over 20 years ago, Murong Jiancheng and Yuan Ming, the Holy Lady Clan Priest, both dominated the world. The two of them were as close as brothers.

But fate had it that they both fell in love with the same woman.

“Yes.” Lu Yeming nodded.

Murong Jiancheng’s handsome face remained expressionless. He wrung one wrist, on which he wore an expensive branded wristwatch. “If your mother comes back, tell her that she’s on her own now.”

Lu Yeming didn’t speak. At this moment, a girlish voice called out from the luxury car. “Jiancheng.”

Lu Yeming looked over. A gorgeous woman in her 30s was sitting in the backseat of Murong Jiancheng’s car. With her blood-red lips and exotic beauty, she was the type of woman whom no man could resist.

“You have found a new wife?” Lu Yeming asked with raised brows.

Murong Jiancheng looked at the woman in the car and his eyes darkened. “I’m leaving now.”

Moments later, he boarded the luxury car and the vehicle steered away.

…

Fan Men walked over and said in a small voice, “Your Highness, the woman in the car is called Ai Lei. She is the sister of the President of Country C. She was married before and got divorced soon after. It’s well-known she has always hankered after His Majesty.

“His Majesty never had a single woman by his side for the past 20-plus years. It is highly possible he is dating this Ai Lei.”

It was apparent that Lu Yeming was not at all disturbed. His brows didn’t even move. “The skies have to rain eventually, my mother wants a divorce and my father wants to remarry. What can I do?”

…

It was soon time for the highly-anticipated Ah Jiao’s Room’s auction. All of the top elites wanted to witness the glorious spectacle of the youngest daughter of the Jun family.

“Did you see what happened that night by the river? The nine senators of Country Z were all kneeling in awe. The legendary Wolf Iron Steed Troop galloped over, howling into the skies. The youngest daughter of the Jun Family truly lives up to her name.”

“I am full of respect and adoration for the youngest daughter of the Jun Family. Even if I just catch a glimpse of her from afar today, I will be satisfied.”

“I have already prepared my entire family fortune to marry her. She is my idea of the perfect fairy.”

“Dream on! All who have come today are big shots. It’s going to be a fierce fight over her!”

Lu Yeming was in a private lounge upstairs. He frowned as he spoke into his cell phone. “Didn’t you say you weren’t going to let Jun Xiqing enter the auction? What happened?”

“Son.” Bei Yuewu’s soft voice was coaxing. “It’s a great business opportunity. The price for Jun Xiqing has shot up astronomically. I want to take this opportunity to earn a bit of money. But don’t worry, my money is your money. It will all be left to you in the future.”

Lu Yeming hung up the phone.

At this moment, Lady Mei came up on stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to today’s auction. Let us welcome tonight’s guest-of-honor, Jun Xiqing, to the stage.”

Everyone held their breaths in anticipation.

A huge crystal bed strewn with fresh flowers slowly descended from the ceiling. Atop the bed lay a fairy-like beauty with her long lashes lowered as she slept.

It was Jun Xiqing.

She was wearing an ethereal, white woven dress and her two hands were folded across her flat abdomen. The dress was slightly translucent and one could catch glimpses of her two slim legs stretched out neatly side by side. Her snow-white ankles and calves were exposed. Anyone who saw that soft, smooth flesh would feel hot all over.

Lu Yeming gazed down upon her. He had always known how lovely she was, but at this moment, his heart started beating faster because of her.

She was beautiful.

Truly beautiful.