Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Time really changed a person. Now he had learned some bad behavior, he never would have said such things in the past.

Murong Jiancheng looked at her coldly, not the slightest bit of warmth in his eyes. “Get out.”

He wanted her to get out.

Bei Yuewu raised her brows. “I refuse. What are you going to do about it?”

“Then let’s bathe together.” He reached out to grab her.

Bei Yuewu immediately fled.

…

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door was opened once again. Murong Jiancheng stepped out, freshly showered. Now he was wearing a white shirt and black leisure trousers. The shirt was not tucked into the pants and he looked casually elegant.

Murong Jiancheng lifted his eyes to gaze at the slender figure standing by the floor-length window.

Bei Yuewu was still here waiting for him.

She was wearing a black silk nightdress with a tassel belt that accentuated her delicate figure and revealed her fair calves. Red made her a hot and fiery knockout whilst the black gave her an exquisite, glamorous beauty. It was undeniable that she was an alluring vixen and completely irresistible to men.

“Why are you here?” His voice was mild and distant.

Bei Yuewu turned to look at him. “You’re getting a mistress?”

A nod. “We have been dating.”

“Why didn’t you bring her back to your hotel room at night then?”

She sounded like she would be pursuing this point all the way. Her gaze was open and direct, and slightly provocative.

Murong Jiancheng remained expressionless. He was still a bit damp from his shower, which gave him a more youthful vibe. “I don’t feel like doing it tonight, okay?”

Bei Yuewu walked over and stood in front of him. She reached out one finger and touched his Adam’s apple, before sliding her finger downward. Her finger continued sliding until it reached the black belt on his waist.

Murong Jiancheng suddenly reached out and grasped her soft hand. His gaze was malevolent and filled with warning.

“Murong Jiancheng, it appears to me that… you really want to do it.”

Bei Yuewu glanced down at his pants.

Murong Jiancheng smirked. “What’s the point of playing like this?”

Bei Yuewu yanked her finger back. “You found a mistress who is even younger than your daughter-in-law. I never expected you to be so hardcore.”

“Is it hardcore?” Murong Jiancheng gave a low laugh. “Aren’t all middle-aged men fond of finding fresh, young girls to play with?”

“Murong Jiancheng, you have become obscene.”

Murong Jiancheng remained silent.

“So are you going to have another child now that you have found yourself a young mistress?” Bei Yuewu asked.

Murong Jiancheng stared at her meaningfully. She had finally raised the root of her concern. “Not necessarily.”

“I won’t allow you to have another child. If you have another son, there might be another royal conspiracy in twenty years. Murong Jiancheng, I really don’t wish to see my son kill yours in the future. Even if you were to have another child, it would all be in vain.”

“…”

This woman!

Murong Jiancheng changed the subject. “Go back with me to the palace this time.”

Go back to the palace for what?

Bei Yuewu didn’t want to go back. Although she had been in the palace for only three months, it was full of memories. It was a place where she had enjoyed the sweetest moments of her life, and also the place where she had endured her most painful experience.

“I will not go back with you.”

“Three years ago, you dumped me after leaving behind just a separation letter. Return with me now to sign the legal divorce papers. Then we will make our divorce official.”

What?

He had always been highly effective when doing things. Shouldn’t he have been able to obtain official divorce papers with just one word? Nevertheless, it seemed she did have to make a trip back to the palace.

Bei Yuewu suddenly reached out and hugged Murong Jiancheng’s neck as she gave him a charming smile. “Alright, I will listen to you. It’s your territory over there so you must protect me well.”

Vixen!

Murong Jiancheng suddenly moved forward and Bei Yuewu had to retreat several steps until the back of her knees knocked against the side of the bed. Her slender body fell onto his large, soft bed.

Her line of sight went dark as Murong Jiancheng knelt over her. Reaching over, his hand caressed her face.

Almost immediately, Bei Yuewu quickly blocked his hand.

But Murong Jiancheng already predicted her movement and so gripped her hand and pinned it to the bed.

“Murong Jiancheng, what are you doing?” Bei Yuewu stared at him.

Murong Jiancheng slowly bent over and kissed her on the lips.

Bit by bit, the two of them drew closer and closer.

That cool, refreshing scent from his earlier shower seemed to infiltrate all of her senses. She turned her face away to duck from his lips.

“Don’t touch me! You’re dirty!”

Murong Jiancheng stopped. When he looked at her disdainful expression, he saw that she was disgusted at the thought of having intimate relations with him.

She thought that he was dirty.

26 years ago, she had never let him touch her again after getting pregnant.

A malevolent shadow fell over Murong Jiancheng’s handsome face. He said in a mocking tone, “In the future, don’t behave so flirtatiously in front of me. If you dare to do this again, I will rape you.”

…

The next morning.

Lu Yeming slowly opened his eyes in the hospital. His deep, almond-shaped eyes stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before regaining their usual clarity.

“Master, are you awake?” Fan Men hurried over in joy.

Lu Yeming slowly sat up. He surveyed the room with a cold eye, failing to spot that slender figure whom he wished to see.

She was not here.

“Master, are you looking for Miss Jun? She went back last night…”

Before Fan Men could finish his sentence, Lu Yeming’s shot him a terrifying glare. Fan Men’s scalp went numb. What had he done wrong?

Pressing his lips into a thin, cold line, Lu Yeming considered his injury. His abdomen still ached. So she didn’t even bother to accompany him through the night, even though she was the one who had stabbed him?

That heartless creature.

Lu Yeming pulled off the sheets and got off the bed. “Prepare the jet. We are returning to the palace.”

“Yes, Master. As for Miss Jun…”

“Bring her along with us.”

“Master, I am afraid that Miss Jun might not agree. She is still under the effects of the spell and Yuan Ming still has control over her. He may instigate Miss Jun to try and assassinate you again. So it is unlikely she will agree to return to the palace with you.”

The entire time, Lu Yeming’s handsome face remained impassive, with nary a wrinkle in his brows. All he did was give a slight smirk. “She tried to assassinate the President of Country A. Are we going to let her off just like that?”

…

Jun Xiqing had just exited the main entrance of the hotel when several bulletproof luxury cars steered over.

A familiar figure alighted the car and Fan Men greeted her, “Miss Jun, His Highness wants me to escort you to the airport. We will be returning to the palace.”

Jun Xiqing shook her head: I am not going.

“Miss Jun, you tried to assassinate the President of Country A. His Highness is now officially arresting you back to the palace for further investigation. I hope that you will put on the correct attitude and try your best to placate His Highness, to win his clemency.”

Fan Men waved and two subordinates came up to clamp on some ice-cold metal handcuffs on Jun Xiqing’s slender wrists.

“…”

Jun Xiqing was utterly dumbfounded.

…

The palace.

Jun Xiqing had not seen Lu Yeming for the past two days since she entered the palace. She heard that he was playing host to a foreign political leader.

“You, yes you. His Majesty is hosting a very important guest. Hurry up and go help out in the kitchen.”