Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

The scarred man pulled Jun Xiqing over to him eagerly, caressing her soft face.

“Boss Yuan, this little beauty is an absolute treasure. I’ve played with many women before but they’re all vulgar and fake compared to her,” the scarred man barked out with a loud laugh.

Jun Xiqing paled as his dirty hands touched her and she struggled, trying to avoid him.

At this moment, a cold, magnetic voice sounded out. “Get your disgusting hands off her. She is not for the likes of you to touch.”

The scarred man froze and raised his head, his gaze snapping to Lu Yeming. His handsome face was still expressionless and cold, but it was bone-chilling darkness that made the scarred man shudder.

Even though the scarred man had lived his life in constant danger, the strong aura coming of this man scared him.

But who was he anyway? Dismissing the thought, the scarred man was indignant. The more fear he felt, the more he wanted to challenge it. “How dare you say such bold words even when you’re at death’s door?”

This Lu Yeming was crazy.

The scarred man sniffed Jun Xiqing’s alluring, youthful fragrance, which got his blood pumping. Then he pulled on Jun Xiqing’s clothes and said, “Come here little beauty, satisfy me!”

Rough hands continued tugging on Jun Xiqing’s clothes, ripping it open slightly to reveal her beautiful collarbones. The scarred man was about to go on when with a sudden bang, a bullet flew through his head.

The scarred man looked up in shock. Lu Yeming was holding a gun, the barrel still smoking. With a thud, the scarred man collapsed and took his last breath.

In the next instant, the black-clad men aimed their guns at Lu Yeming’s head and chest. His thin lips curved up into a smile calmly before he raised his hands in a look of surrender.

Yuan Ming’s face was dark. The man in front of him was already in grave danger and a major disadvantage and he still dared shoot his gun.

This Lu Yeming was so brazen he made his blood boil. Yuan Ming quickly grabbed Jun Xiqing.

“President Lu, what is the meaning of this?”

Lu Yeming looked at Yeming and said, “I’ve already said it. That’s my woman, no one else can touch her.”

Jun Xiqing’s heartbeat quickened as she heard this. She liked this man so, so much.

What a domineering aura.

Her beautiful eyes landed on his handsome face with worry.

“President Jun, you think I’m joking? I’m going to count to three. If you don’t shoot your right hand, I’ll get the men here to rape Miss Jun!”

“One…”

Jun Xiqing wanted to break free of Yeming and she looked at Lu Yeming with fright, shaking her head violently.

No! Don’t listen to him! Forget about me. Leave now!

Jun Xiqing’s clear eyes filled with tears, making them look even more moving.

As Lu Yeming looked at her, he only laughed and said, “You just broke up with me but now that I’m here to save you, you’re crying? How honest.”

She was greeted with silence.

Her tears flowed down her face. She wanted to kick him so much.

“Two…

“Three.”

Just as Yuan Ming was about to count to three, Lu Yeming moved and placed the gun barrel against his right hand.

No!

Jun Xiqing’s heart was at her throat as Yuan Ming’s eyes were fixated on his every movement.

At this moment, Lu Yeming lifted his head, his eyes black and infinitely cold.

Bang!

Acting so fast that no one even caught his movements, the four black-clad men fell with four loud bangs. The black-clad men still had their eyes open, not understanding how they had died.

Monster! Yuan Ming’s face was twisted. It was at this moment that he understood how skilled this talented man was. The black-clad men were nothing to him from the start.

At this moment, Lu Yeming shifted the gun to Yuan Ming.

Knowing he had lost, Yuan Ming quickly raised his arms in surrender.

“Qingqing, come here.”

Lu Yeming held his hand out to her.

Jun Xiqing had yet to calm down and she ran over to him without hesitation, leaping into his arms. As she took in his masculine scent, it was only then that she could calm her anxious heart.

Her small hands wrapped around his chest as she hugged him.

Lu Yeming embraced her, lowering his lashes to kiss her cold forehead. “You’re safe now.”

A fierce nod was the only response from her.

“Yuan Ming, the Holy Lady Clan let you escape last time but you’re not going to be as lucky this time.” Lu Yeming looked at Yuan Ming coldly.

Yuan Ming smiled. “What about your mother?”

“Is my mother someone the likes of you can dream of?”

Yuan Ming seemed to not have heard him. “Yuewu, I’ve been looking for you for so many years. You should come back now.”

“You can wait until your next life if you want to see my mother.” Lu Yeming’s gaze darkened as he slowly pulled the trigger…

At this moment, he felt pain in his waist.

There was a knife sticking out, with fresh blood gushing out.

Dark red soaked through his white shirt.

Lu Yeming slowly lowered his eyes to look at Jun Xiqing.

There was a small knife in Jun Xiqing’s hand, which was soaked in blood. She stared at him palely with empty eyes, like she was a lifeless puppet.

She let go of the knife handle before staggering two steps back and collapsing on the grass.

She clutched her head, which was hurting so badly.

It hurt!

It hurt so much.

Lu Yeming looked at Yuan Ming with red eyes. “What have you done to her?”

“I’ve poisoned her. She only did as she was told when I asked her to kill you just now.”

Lu Yeming’s face turned cold. No one had ever seen his face this dark before. “I’ll give you one chance. Give her the antidote.”

Yuan Ming smiled and shook his head. “And why should I listen to you?”

“Alright then.” Lu Yeming’s thin lips slowly curved into a smile as he revealed his white teeth. “Don’t give her the antidote then.”

He lifted his hand again to aim the gun at him.

Yuan Ming was calm. “Kill me and Jun Xiqing will die. Our lives are linked now.”

Lu Yeming slowed his hand.

At this moment, a melodious voice sighed from behind them. “Yuan Ming, weren’t you looking for me? Here I am.”

Yuan Ming froze and turned around slowly.

It was Bei Yuewu.

She was in a red dress today. Since she had given birth to Lu Yeming when she was 18, that meant she was almost 44 now. Yet she seemed to only be growing younger, getting more elegant and charming with age.

Yuan Ming’s gaze burned as he stared at her in wonder.

At the same time, Lu Yeming holstered his gun and walked over to Jun Xiqing…