Lu Yeming asked if Jun Xiqing's stomach was very big. After all, three months had already passed.
Fan Men really wanted to say, Your Highness, that isn't even your child. Why do you have to think about it so much?
But Fan Men didn't dare to say that. He could only reply, "I think Miss Jun's stomach is a little big and pointy. Miss Jun's movements are quite agile and she isn't fat either. I heard that she looks like a son."
A son …
Lu Yeming stuck one hand into his trousers pocket, standing tall and aloof. The corners of his lips kicked up slightly. "Oh."
"…"
He was finished. Fan Men knew that he had said too much. His Highness had never forgotten about the child that Miss Jun had fallen down the stairs with. His Highness loved that child very much. Fan Men really wanted to slap himself for talking too much!
"Your Highness, Mu Yanfeng has disappeared for so long. Suddenly, there's news of him and he's even in our territory, the East Mountain. I feel like there's some kind of conspiracy going on. This Mu Yanfeng isn't as simple as he seems. There are many suspicious details and I've already found out that the landmines that were planted along the road where Miss Jun was kidnapped were from the Mu family!"
Fan Men's eyes flashed sharply. "I don't think Mu Yanfeng can hurt Your Highness at all. Mu Yanfeng has never been a match for Your Highness, but … Miss Jun can. Miss Jun is your weakness now and she's wholeheartedly loyal to Mu Yanfeng. If Mu Yanfeng is really hiding something, he will definitely use Miss Jun to deal with you!"
Fan Men was extremely uneasy. His Highness had just undergone surgery on his cornea and these three days were crucial for him to recuperate.
But at this crucial time, Mu Yanfeng had sent news that Jun Xiqing had gone north with a big belly.
Was this all a coincidence or was it just the beginning?
Lu Yeming stood there without moving. His eyes were covered by the white sash but he kept looking out the window. His deep almond-shaped eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the night sky and land in the distance.
His tall, jade-like figure completely blended into the cold, dark night.
After a long while, he said coldly, "I know what I'm doing. Moreover, Xuan Ying is back. It's fine, you can leave first."
Thinking of Xuan Ying's return, Fan Men calmed down a little. Now, he really wished that His Highness hadn't fallen in love with Jun Xiqing and that His Highness was still the same cold-hearted man who loved Sister Mo 'er deeply.
Of course, His Highness was still in love with Sister Mo 'er. However, he had already let go of things related to love.
A new person barged in, causing pain to the Lord.
Fan Men still didn't like Jun Xiqing. From his point of view, Jun Xiqing had always been lost. She hadn't been like Sister Mo 'er and hadn't given her all. She hadn't even been willing to take a single step forward, yet she had received His Highness' love.
But maybe this is love.
This is love.
…
Xia Ling and Mu Yutang went to the lowest level of the private yacht. This level was for playing cards for fun.
Xia Ling grabbed Mu Yutang's little hand. "Yutang, look. Young Master Yu is over there."
Mu Yutang looked up and saw Dongfang Yu playing cards there.
There were a few gambling tables set up on this level of the yacht. Those who went up to play cards were young rich second generations or young masters like Dongfang Yu. This private yacht was very classy. Dongfang Yu usually raced with these young people, middle-aged men who were not greasy at all.
Of course, such a setup would definitely attract a large number of talented girls. The recently popular young models and actresses, as well as some pretty socialites were all present.
Dongfang Yu sat at the center of the card table, right in the middle of the bright lights. There were many beauties gathered around him, just like the stars surrounding the moon.
Dongfang Yu wore a black shirt today. It wasn't tucked into his belt, but hung casually and elegantly.
He flipped the cards on the table with one hand and held a cigarette in the other. The smoke lingered in the air and he narrowed his eyes devilishly. He threw the cards on the table and cursed in a low voice, "F * ck!"
"Hahaha, Young Master Yu, I'm sorry. We won again."
A rich young master stood up and scooped up all the chips in front of Dongfang Yu.
"Young Master Yu, your luck is really bad tonight. You keep losing money. Ladies, hurry up and massage Young Master Yu so he can calm down." Another rich young master lit up a cigarette.
Dongfang Yu's handsome body collapsed into the seat of the chair and his long legs stretched forward. His undisciplined appearance exuded a wild aura, which seduced the beauties around him.
A young model quickly went up, squatted down, and stretched out her little hand to massage Dongfang Yu's legs.
The rich young master glanced at the young model's bulging chest and laughed. "Young Master Yu, they say that if you lose in the casino, you win in the love arena. Why don't we stop playing tonight? Bring this young model back to your room and let her have a good time."
"That's right, Young Master Yu. You have a harem of 3,000 beauties here."
Another rich young master pushed the young model who was squatting on the floor forward.
"Ah!"
The young model screamed coquettishly. Her pretty little face fell directly onto Dongfang Yu's pants.
Hahaha.
This time, the rich young masters looked at each other and laughed uncontrollably. This was how the social circle was. Dongfang Yu was rich, playful, and generous. Many wild bees and butterflies threw themselves at him, and the young model dreamed of sleeping with him for a night.
The young model fell onto Dongfang Yu's pants. Immediately, a rich young master whistled. "How is it? Young Master Yu is both rich and rough, right?"
Dongfang Yu lazily exhaled a mouthful of smoke. Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he pressed the young model's forehead and pushed her away. "Get up."
The young model's little face turned red. "Young Master Yu, I … I …"
"Young Master Yu, I think this young model has already fallen onto your pants. She doesn't want to get up anymore, haha."
There was a commotion all around. All the women looked at the young model enviously. This young model was really lucky. She had actually caught Young Master Yu's eye.
The young model's heart was beating rapidly. She looked at Dongfang Yu expectantly.
Dongfang Yu's handsome face seemed to be gilded in a layer of gold under the bright lights. No one dared to look at him directly. Under everyone's gaze, he glanced at the young model indifferently. Then he picked up a stack of money from the table and stuffed it into the young model's chest. "Go, get me a pack of cigarettes."
The young model was shocked and embarrassed by the cold cash. "Yes, Young Master Yu."
She happily went to get the cigarettes.
"Young Master Yu, what's wrong? Is this young model not to your liking?" a rich young master asked.
The young model was quite silly. Young Master Yu had already sent her away with a stack of money, but she was still happy.
Dongfang Yu sat up straight and lit a cigarette in the ashtray. He said frivolously and charmingly, "Fuck. Even if I get into her bed, I'll be softened by her coquettish voice."
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