Feng Lingxue remained impassive. "President Gu, you know that I … value my life very much."
She couldn't die.
She wouldn't allow herself to die.
Gu Mohan arched his brows, satisfied. At this moment, a few CEOs walked over. "President Gu."
"Excuse me."
Gu Mohan and the few CEOs had left to socialize.
Feng Lingxue walked over to the dining table, there was a long table filled with all sorts of delicacies and drinks.
Feng Lingxue's seductive eyes landed on a few pieces of sweets. The colorful icing wrapped around the sweets, they looked very sweet.
She stretched her hand out, taking a piece of sweets.
Just as she turned around, she bumped into someone.
That person's chest was very muscular, she felt as though she had bumped into a wall.
Pah! The sweets in her hand fell onto that person's shiny black leather shoes.
Lifting her eyes, she saw … Xuan Ying.
She didn't know when he had been standing behind her.
Xuan Ying was very tall, standing at 1.87m. The past three years of fighting for power had forged a dark and powerful aura around him. The moment he got closer, even the air around him became tense.
Lowering his handsome face to look at the small piece of sweets, Xuan Ying slowly curved his lips. "Ah Jiao's Room's top hostess, Feng Lingxue. You're used to eating delicacies and wearing silk and satin. Why would you still be interested in a piece of sweets?"
His tone was cold and full of sarcasm.
His arrival had already attracted the attention of all the socialites. Everyone was whispering — -Look, Feng Lingxue is seducing the Silver Mask King again!
— -She's really shameless. Does she think that the Silver Mask King will marry her? She's not even fit to be a concubine!
— -Slut!
Feng Lingxue knew how unpopular she was. At such a grand party, all the guests were from the upper class, she was the only one from Ah Jiao's Room.
Coupled with her stunning beauty, she had already become the target of all the socialites.
But she didn't care.
Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes to look at Xuan Ying. "Brother Ying, President Gu is still waiting for me. I'll take my leave first."
She turned around to leave.
But in the next second, she heard a low, laughing voice. "What did you call me?"
Feng Lingxue stopped in her tracks, turning back to look at him.
Xuan Ying's eyes flashed with a hint of a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He looked at her and enunciated each word clearly. "I'll ask you one more time. What did you call me?"
Feng Lingxue felt her breath turn cold, she corrected herself, "Silver Mask King."
Xuan Ying raised his brows in satisfaction. "Remember, your Brother Ying from three years ago is already dead. You don't have the right to call me that!"
"Oh." Feng Lingxue lowered her head to look at her toes, her eyes emotionless. "Silver Mask King, can I leave now?"
"Wipe my shoes clean."
Lifting her eyes, Feng Lingxue met the man's glassy eyes. He looked down at her with a mischievous gaze.
"Your sweets have stained my shoes. Now clean them," he repeated with a smile.
Pfft.
At this moment, she heard the socialites' mocking laughter. "Look, Silver Mask King is humiliating Feng Lingxue!"
"She deserves it, how delightful. How dare she!"
Feng Lingxue's face paled. One second, two seconds, three seconds … she slowly squatted down amidst the mocking laughter.
Stretching out her fair hand, she picked up the piece of candy and held it tightly in her hand.
Her palm hurt from being clutched so tightly.
Brother Ying, who would give her candy every day, was already dead.
Her white eyes were a little red, and she reached out with her other hand to wipe his shiny leather shoes.
After some time, she felt that she had wiped it clean, even though his leather shoes weren't dirty at all.
She stood up. "Silver Mask King, I've already wiped it clean. I'll take my leave first."
She turned around to leave.
Xuan Ying looked at her exquisite figure, his glassy eyes seemed to be filled with ink. He suddenly said loudly, "Everyone, today is President Zhu and Third Miss of the Jun family's engagement banquet. How about we let Ah Jiao's Room's top hostess, Feng Lingxue, perform a dance for everyone?"
Everyone's gazes turned to look at them. The ballroom was silent.
Tang Mo 'er and Lin Shiyu had just gone upstairs, wanting to look for Jun Xiqing in the makeup artist's office. When they heard the commotion, they looked over as well.
Feng Lingxue stopped in her tracks, turning back to look at Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying was also looking at her. "Everyone says that Feng Lingxue is the best at dancing. Her dancing skills are stunning and many men have gone bankrupt just to watch her dance. Now that Feng Lingxue is going to perform a free dance for everyone, is everyone happy?"
"Happy! Happy! Happy! "
The men and women in the ballroom were all excited.
All the men's gazes landed on Feng Lingxue, as though they were looking at a dancing hostess that they couldn't afford.
And all the women revealed a carefree smile. This was the way to humiliate this vixen!
"As for what dance she's going to perform?" Xuan Ying's gaze landed on Feng Lingxue. She was wearing a black trench coat today, not revealing her delicate skin. Such a low-key outfit was very suitable for an engagement banquet. "I heard that every dance Feng Lingxue performs has a different price. The most expensive one is the one that no man has ever raised enough money to watch. That's … pole dancing.
"Let Feng Lingxue perform a free pole dance for everyone, how about that?"
The entire ballroom was in an uproar. Everyone said that all the dancers in the world couldn't compare to Feng Lingxue. Her pole dance was the reason why she was ranked at the top of Ah Jiao's Room.
Her pole dance had yet to be revealed.
"Dance dance dance dance!" Everyone was cheering.
Tang Mo 'er, who was upstairs, furrowed her pretty brows. Although she didn't know what had happened between Xuan Ying and Feng Lingxue, Xuan Ying was really too humiliating.
She wanted to go down.
But Lin Shiyu held her hand. "Mo 'er, look."
Tang Mo 'er looked down. Amidst the cheering, Feng Lingxue walked over in her high heels.
The slender high-heeled shoes made a crisp "dong dong" sound as they stepped on the polished marble floor. The sound was so beautiful that some men tightened their waists as if they were drugged. Just listening to the sound of the high-heeled shoes made them extremely excited.
The entire ballroom gradually quietened down. Feng Lingxue walked over, lifting her fair fingers to undo her black trench coat.
With a swoosh, she threw the black trench coat into the crowd, landing on a man's head.
Everyone gasped. Feng Lingxue was wearing a spaghetti-strap dress, a black top and a red skirt. Her fair skin was translucent and as she twisted her waist, her long hair danced in the wind. She was truly a natural seductress.
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