His fringe was damp as it rested on his forehead, revealing his handsome face. His expensive black silk pajamas accentuated his tall and handsome figure, exuding a cold aura.
Lu Yeming stood in front of the counter, opening a bottle of red wine and pouring a little into a wine glass.
He casually took a sip, and the rich and fragrant red wine rippled between his lips and tongue.
Knock knock. His trusted aide, Fan Men's voice came from outside the door. "Duke."
"Come in."
The door opened and Fan Men walked in.
"Duke, the execution is in three days, but we still haven't found Third Miss Jun's whereabouts."
Lu Yeming turned around, resting his perky bottom on the counter. His deep almond-shaped eyes landed on Fan Men's face. "There's no need to investigate. She's already here."
What?
Fan Men looked at Lu Yeming in shock.
Lu Yeming didn't continue the topic. He took a sip of red wine. "Fan Men, do you have a woman?"
Fan Men quickly lowered his head. "Duke, not yet."
Lu Yeming looked down at the red wine in his hand. "Women are just like red wine. They look the same on the outside, but once you take a sip, you'll be able to tell the difference. Once you're used to drinking the best grape wine, you won't be interested in the inferior stuff anymore."
"Duke, I don't understand."
Lu Yeming curved his thin lips. "You don't need to understand. You may leave."
"Yes." Fan Men left.
The room fell silent. Lu Yeming slowly finished his glass of wine. What he meant was that the women he had touched were Jun Xiqing and Ye Ruge.
Ye Ruge was the daughter of the East Duke, the only woman among the four princes of Country A. She was ravishing and enchanting.
He had feelings for her and wanted to marry her, so of course he would sleep with her.
But now, his feelings for Ye Ruge were starting to fade.
It wasn't impossible for her to kiss him in the living room just now, but he had pushed her away because her feelings were lacking.
She couldn't compare to Jun Xiqing.
Compared to Ye Ruge, Jun Xiqing was even more extraordinary. Her eyes were filled with intelligence, wisdom and schemes that a girl shouldn't have.
But putting all these aside, Jun Xiqing was pure and innocent. The youngest daughter of the Jun Family had just grown up and she exuded a pure and innocent aura. She didn't know anything about the matters between men and women, which made her look even more taboo. Every time he looked at her, his throat would itch.
His breath tightened as he recalled the feeling of kissing her.
Ye Ruge really couldn't compare to her beauty and sweetness.
Lu Yeming compared the two women in his heart. He had always been a picky person. Others might not know this, but he was the strictest when it came to choosing women.
The West Palace had already prepared clean chicks for him three years ago, but he had no interest in them at all. In his eyes, those carefully selected beauties could not compare to him in terms of beauty and figure.
The only person he was interested in was Ye Ruge.
But later on, he saw Jun Xiqing in the Capital.
In ancient times, emperors had huge harems, and emperors would also have their own women in the harem. He would definitely pamper Jun Xiqing more in the future.
Lu Yeming elegantly took the last sip of red wine in his glass.
…
At night, the Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a stop. Gu Mohan glanced sideways and looked through the glistening window. The lights in the room upstairs were still on.
She wasn't asleep.
He didn't know why he had come.
She had been poisoned by AR. Everything was going according to his plan. Once she and Feng Lihen got married, he would have a way to get the antidote.
To a certain extent, he and Feng Lihen had reached a consensus. Feng Lihen wouldn't touch her. The two of them would work together. Feng Lihen would get the North Duke's title and he would get the antidote.
But now, an inexplicable sense of panic was spreading in his heart.
This panic made him feel uneasy and powerless.
He had a feeling that she would leave him.
Gu Mohan picked up his cell phone and dialed the familiar number.
Upstairs, in the room. Tang Mo 'er had just taken a shower and was drying her long hair with a towel.
Her delicate little face was flushed red from the steam from the bath. Her lashes fluttered and her red lips were alluring. She was so beautiful right now that she couldn't be more beautiful.
At this moment, her cell phone rang. She had an incoming call.
Picking up her cell phone, she saw a name on the screen — -Mr Gu.
Mr Gu was calling.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she picked up the call.
"Hello." His unique deep voice came through the phone.
Tang Mo 'er bit down on her red lips with her white teeth, she didn't say a word.
"I'm downstairs."
Tang Mo 'er quickly walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.
Under a street lamp, his Rolls-Royce Phantom was quietly parked there under the dim yellow light.
Hidden in the darkness, he was like the king of the night. No one could ignore him.
"Come down," he said in a low voice.
He told her to come down.
Tang Mo 'er lowered her lashes and slowly stretched her hand out, hanging up the phone.
She couldn't listen to his voice anymore.
She couldn't be bewitched by him anymore.
In the luxury car, Gu Mohan heard the beeping sound from the other end. She had actually hung up on him.
She would never do this.
Why?
The panic in his heart was spreading, making it hard for him to breathe.
Gu Mohan opened the car door and got out.
The guard of the West Palace turned him away. "Sir, I'm sorry, this is the West Duke's residence. You can't enter as you please."
"Open the door."
At this moment, a voice was heard.
The guard lifted his eyes to look. On the balcony, there was a tall figure standing there. It was Lu Yeming.
"Yes." The guard promptly opened the door.
Gu Mohan walked in. He lifted his eyes, his deep and narrow eyes meeting Lu Yeming's cold almond-shaped eyes.
Without saying a word, he stood below Tang Mo 'er's room.
Taking out his cell phone, he sent a message — -I want to see you.
In the room, Tang Mo 'er saw him enter. Now they were in two different worlds, one upstairs and one downstairs.
He said that he wanted to see her.
Tang Mo 'er didn't reply.
Very quickly, there was a "ding" sound. His message came again — - I want to ask you, your marriage with Feng Lihen is fake, right?
— -Tang Mo 'er, you don't have the guts to abandon your husband and son.
— -Mrs Gu, I miss you.
Tang Mo 'er's bright eyes were instantly filled with tears. At this moment, there was a loud rumble. It started to rain.
She quickly looked out of the window. It was an autumn rain. Big beads of rain fell from the sky, accompanied by a bone-chilling cold.
In just a short while, Gu Mohan's clothes were all wet.
The rainwater flowed down his handsome face, his white shirt sticking to his trim waist. He stood in the rain, waiting for her downstairs.
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