Feng Lingxue looked at Xuan Ying and her eyes narrowed. It was him, Brother Ying.
Her hands slowly clenched into fists by her sides.
"Duke." Fan Men walked over and whispered into Lu Yeming's ear.
Lu Yeming remained expressionless and left with Fan Men.
Only Xuan Ying and Feng Lingxue were left in the living room.
Xuan Ying was dressed in black and only half of his face was exposed. He had a pair of black glassy eyes that seemed to be dyed with ink, and there was a sharpness and viciousness hidden in them.
The son of the South Duke, Xuan Ying, had returned to the Xuan family three years ago. In just three short years, he had become as famous as Lu Yeming and it was rumored that he was ruthless.
Xuan Ying even had a tiger and it was said that he would feed his enemies to the tiger without spitting out the bones.
Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Lingxue from head to toe. His thin lips curved into a sarcastic smile. "You're not seducing men in Ah Jiao's Room anymore. You've come out to seduce a married woman? Feng Lingxue, it's been three years since we last met and you've become more and more despicable. "
Feng Lingxue's face paled, but she quickly reached out to tuck her hair away from her face, before walking forward.
Today, she was wearing a long black dress with a slit. With every step she took, the slit would sway, faintly revealing her slender and white buttocks. On her feet was a pair of high heels, flirtatious and charming, making one's blood boil.
The high heels stopped in front of him. Feng Lingxue stretched out her hand, caressing his face.
"Brother Ying, long time no see. You've become more and more handsome. But why are you angry? Are you angry that you were dumped by a despicable woman like me three years ago? "
Xuan Ying's handsome face turned cold and he reached out with lightning speed, grasping her slender wrist.
Feng Lingxue furrowed her brows. She felt as though her wrist was about to break.
But she didn't cry out in pain. The more painful it was, the quieter she became. "Brother Ying, you know that I'm a businessman. That night, you said you wanted to take me away, but I thought about it. What right do you have to take me away?"
"I'm used to living a luxurious life, but you, a tenant of Ah Jiao Palace, with no money, no status, and you want to eat swan meat?"
Xuan Ying wasn't a kind person to begin with. Now that the Yin energy around him was getting stronger, he flung Feng Lingxue away.
Feng Lingxue lost her balance and her back knocked against the counter, causing a piercing pain.
She knew that this man hated her.
He hated her to death.
Her cold and beautiful face was expressionless. She had red lips, white teeth, and coquettish black hair. She was truly a stunner.
At this moment, her vision darkened. Xuan Ying's tall body was pressing down on her, trapping her in his chest. He looked at her and laughed coldly. "So you're saying that if I have money and status, I can play with you?"
Feng Lingxue promptly wrapped her arms around his neck. "For example, if you're the son of a duke, I'll …"
She stuck out her tongue, licking Xuan Ying's thin lips.
Xuan Ying swiftly pinched her jaw, his long fingers pried open her teeth and he began to stir her tongue.
This kind of action gave off a somewhat erotic feeling.
"You've served men like this before, haven't you?"
Feng Lingxue clenched her fists. "Of course."
Xuan Ying's movements froze the moment she said that. He became cold and aloof, as though he had lost all interest in her.
Looking at her, the corners of his lips kicked up, he lowered his voice and said, "Prostitute."
Prostitute?
Feng Lingxue's pupils contracted.
Xuan Ying retracted his fingers nonchalantly. At this moment, his trusted subordinate walked in front, handing him a white handkerchief. "Young Master."
Xuan Ying used the white handkerchief to wipe his fingers, his actions elegant and languid. Without lifting his eyes, he said impassively, "Where did you get the confidence that the son of a duke would be interested in a prostitute like you?"
With that, he lifted his eyes and threw the dirty handkerchief that he had just wiped at her feet. With one hand in his pocket, he sneered. "Ha, it's really dirty."
He turned around to leave.
He had left.
Feng Lingxue watched as he disappeared from her sight. They hadn't seen each other for three years. He had purposely suppressed his dark aura, but he had changed a lot.
He was dressed in an expensive shirt and trousers, and it was obvious that it was not cheap. He was accompanied by his trusted subordinate, and his calm aura was like that of an emperor.
That trusted subordinate even called him Young Master.
It seemed like he had led a good life these three years.
What about her?
What kind of life had she led?
Feng Lingxue's eyes reddened, a layer of mist covering her alluring eyes, revealing a tinge of weakness and helplessness.
Very quickly, her lips curved into a smile.
Many men had spent a lot of money to buy Feng Lingxue's alluring smile from Ah Jiao's Room, but she had never smiled.
The more she didn't smile, the higher the price.
Actually, she was worth such a high price. Her smile was like a blooming flower, seducing people's souls.
Yes, she was just a prostitute.
In the study room.
Gu Mohan pushed the door open and entered. His deep and narrow eyes scanned the room, finally spotting a delicate figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Tang Mo 'er stood there, wearing a long dress and her long hair fluttering in the wind. She looked just like she did many years ago.
He walked over and placed a piece of paper on the office table.
"What's this?"
Tang Mo 'er lifted her eyes to look at it. There were five words written on the piece of paper. Divorce Agreement.
Gu Mohan's handsome face was unfathomable, no one could see through his true thoughts. He placed a pen down and said in a low voice, "Mo 'er, you've seen it. Come, sign it."
Tang Mo 'er's small face was very pale. She tried her best not to be agitated or hysterical. If she was at the last stop of her love life, she had to make sure that she was presentable.
She walked over and slowly picked up the pen.
The tip of the pen came to the last signature, and she signed her name one stroke at a time.
He suddenly felt that it was ridiculous. He didn't ask her to sign it when they got married, but now he wanted her to sign it when it was time for the divorce.
At this moment, the tip of the pen broke.
She lifted her eyes and looked at the man. Tears welled up in her eyes and large droplets of tears fell. But she curved her lips and smiled through her tears. "I didn't do it on purpose. The pen broke on its own."
"It's alright. I agree to the divorce. You can get someone to get the divorce certificate. Oh yes, who's going to take care of Niuniu?"
She was very calm, but there was a silent sadness and sorrow in her calm tears. Gu Mohan stretched out his strong arm and pulled her into his embrace.
His soft lips pressed against her silky hair and kissed her repeatedly. He wanted nothing more than to fuse her into his bones and blood. "Mo 'er, I need your cooperation now. Trust me, I'll settle everything very soon."
Babies, I'm begging for tickets for Nichang's daily life. I love you guys so much.
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