Chapter 1398
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He had really become a bad influence.
He wouldn't have said such things in the past.
Murong Jiancheng looked at her coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Get out."
He wanted her to get out.
Bei Yuewu raised her brows. "What can you do to me if I don't get out?"
"Then let's shower together." He reached out to grab her.
Bei Yuewu ran away in a flash.
…
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Murong Jiancheng came out after his shower.
He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His shirt wasn't tucked into his trousers, which made him look more elegant.
Murong Jiancheng lifted his eyes and looked at the figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Bei Yuewu hadn't left, she was waiting for him.
She wore a black silk nightgown that accentuated her exquisite figure. The belt around her waist was tasselled, revealing a small portion of her fair calves. The red color made her look like a fiery flame, while the black color made her look exquisite and cold. In short, she was a seductive vixen that specialized in sucking the blood of men.
Murong Jiancheng looked at her, his voice cold and distant. "What's the matter?"
Bei Yuewu turned around to look at him. "Are you looking for a mistress?"
Murong Jiancheng nodded. "I'm dating."
"Then why didn't you bring her to your hotel room tonight?"
She seemed like she wanted to get to the bottom of this. She looked at him provocatively.
Murong Jiancheng didn't have any expression on his face. He looked especially young with his wet clothes. "I don't want to do it tonight, is that okay?"
Bei Yuewu walked over and stood in front of him. She stretched out a finger, touching his Adam's apple and sliding it downwards.
Her finger went all the way down, landing on the black leather belt around his waist.
Murong Jiancheng suddenly reached out and grasped her hand, looking at her warningly.
"Murong Jiancheng, I think … you really want to do it."
Bei Yuewu glanced at his trousers.
Murong Jiancheng's thin lips curved upwards. "Is it fun to do it like this?"
Bei Yuewu forcefully retracted her finger. "Your mistress is even younger than your future daughter-in-law. I didn't expect you to have such a heavy taste."
"Heavy?" Murong Jiancheng let out a low chuckle. "Don't successful middle-aged men like to find young girls who are so young that they can squeeze water out of them?"
"Murong Jiancheng, you've become greasy."
Murong Jiancheng remained silent.
"Will you have another wife after you get another one?" Bei Yuewu asked.
Murong Jiancheng looked at her deeply. She had finally gotten to the point. "Not necessarily."
"I won't allow you to have another child. If you have a son, it might be another palace conspiracy in twenty years. Murong Jiancheng, I really don't want to see my son kill your son, so you'll have wasted your life."
"…"
This woman!
Murong Jiancheng changed the topic. "This time, you'll follow us back to the palace."
Why go back there?
Bei Yuewu didn't want to go back. Although she had only stayed in the palace for three months, it was filled with memories.
There was the sweetest and most painful part of her life.
"I'm not going." She refused directly.
"Three years ago, you threw me a divorce letter and thought it was over. Come back with me to sign the divorce papers and get a divorce certificate."
hat？
When did his work efficiency become so low? Didn't he just need to say the word to get the divorce certificate?
But she really had to go back to the palace.
Bei Yuewu suddenly stretched her arms out and hugged Murong Jiancheng's neck. She smiled seductively. "Alright, I'll listen to you. That's your territory, you have to protect me."
Vixen!
Murong Jiancheng suddenly walked forward. Bei Yuewu took a few steps back until her knees hit the edge of the bed. Her petite body fell onto his soft bed.
At this moment, her vision darkened. Murong Jiancheng knelt on one knee.
He lifted his hand, wanting to touch her face.
Bei Yuewu quickly raised her hand to block it.
Murong Jiancheng had already expected her to do this, so he grabbed her hand and pressed it into the bed.
"Murong Jiancheng, what are you doing?" Bei Yuewu looked at him.
Murong Jiancheng slowly bent down and kissed her red lips.
Bit by bit, the two of them got closer.
Bei Yuewu could smell the refreshing fragrance from his body. She turned her head away, avoiding his kiss.
"Don't touch me. Aren't you dirty?"
Murong Jiancheng stopped. He looked at her repulsed expression. She was repulsed by his touch.
She felt that he was dirty.
Twenty-six years ago, she had never let him touch her again after she became pregnant.
Murong Jiancheng's handsome face darkened. He sneered, "Don't try to act coquettishly in front of me again. If you dare to do it again, I'll f * ck you."
…
The next morning.
In the hospital. Lu Yeming slowly opened his eyes. He had woken up.
His deep almond-shaped eyes stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before he regained consciousness.
"Your Highness, you're awake?" At this moment, Fan Men ran over happily.
Lu Yeming slowly sat up. His cold gaze swept across the ward, but he didn't see the figure he was looking for.
She wasn't here.
"Your Highness, are you looking for Miss Jun? Miss Jun went back last night … "
Before Fan Men could finish his words, Lu Yeming shot him a murderous glare.
Fan Men's scalp went numb. He didn't know what he had said wrong.
Lu Yeming pursed his lips into a cold line. His abdomen was still aching. She had stabbed him and yet she didn't stay to accompany him last night?
What a heartless thing.
Lu Yeming lifted the blanket and got off the bed. "Prepare the private jet back to the palace."
"Yes, Your Highness. Then Miss Jun …"
"Take her with you."
"Your Highness, I'm afraid that Miss Jun won't agree to it. She hasn't been cured of the gu in her body and the mother of the gu is still with Yuan Ming. Yuan Ming is likely to urge Miss Jun to assassinate Your Highness again. I don't think Miss Jun will agree to return to the palace with Your Highness."
Lu Yeming's handsome face was expressionless. He didn't even frown. He curved his thin lips. "She assassinated the President of Country A. Are you going to let her off just like that?"
…
Just as Jun Xiqing stepped out of the hotel, a few bulletproof presidential luxury cars drove towards her.
Fan Men alighted the car. "Miss Jun, His Highness has asked me to take you to the airport. We're heading back to the palace."
Jun Xiqing shook her head — - I'm not going.
"Miss Jun, you've assassinated the President of Country A. His Highness is now officially arresting you and bringing you back to the palace for investigation. I hope you can change your attitude and try your best to appease His Highness so that he can be lenient."
Fan Men waved his hand and two subordinates came forward to handcuff Jun Xiqing's slender wrists.
"…"
Jun Xiqing was dumbfounded.
…
The palace.
Jun Xiqing had moved in. She hadn't seen Lu Yeming for the past two days. She heard that he was entertaining foreign leaders.
"You, I'm talking about you. His Highness is entertaining VIPs. Hurry up and help out in the kitchen." If she wanted to chat about "Warm Marriage: Young Master Gu, Pamper Me Gently" with other like-minded people, she could follow Youdu Literature on WeChat.
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