1120 Buying a Night of Your Time (1/2)

Feng Lingxue wrapped the fabric around her leg, her lithe figure leaping up with apparent ease and her red dress billowed out in mid-air so beautifully it was just like a blooming flower…

Oh god.

Everyone gasped.

Even Tang Mo'er's pupils dilated when she saw her performance. Having learned dance since she was young, Tang Mo'er had spent 20 years accomplishing her pole dancing skills to reach her level.

In a million women, it was rare for one woman to know how to pole dance. But now, Feng Lingxue had replaced the pole with the fabric, performing an aerial dance in the air. Her body was flexible as she danced around…

This type of dance was breathtaking.

It was said that Feng Lingxue was the best dancer and no one else could match up to her. Even Tang Mo'er was amazed by her.

She really was a stunner.

Everyone's gazes were on that red figure, slowly lifting their head as Feng Lingxue climbed up. The chandeliers shone brightly, the lithe figure fusing into it.

In an instant, all the women present all seemed unappealing compared to Feng Lingxue.

Feng Lingxue just vanished like that.

She disappeared.

—-Where's Feng Lingxue?

—-Where has she gone?

—-Oh god, her dance performance just now was legendary. It's no wonder many men are willing to do just anything for her.

As all the men started discussing about her, the women were all filled with jealousy. They originally wished for her to be humiliated but who knew that she would have impressed the entire crowd with that aerial dance?

They were all women but the difference between her and the rest was just incomparable.

”Silver Mask King, I didn't expect this Feng Lingxue to be so stunning. I wonder how much she charges, I'd like to invite her to dinner,” one of the CEOs walked over to Xuan Ying and asked.

Xuan Ying looked at the ceiling, looking for a few seconds before he retracted his gaze. He didn't have an expression on his face, but behind those inky eyes was a dangerous, dark and sinister aura. He moved his lips, spitting out only one word, ”Scram!”

The CEO was stunned, his hairs standing on end. He felt as though he had just been glared at by Satan himself.

”U-Understood, Silver Mask King. I won't disturb you!”

The CEO quickly escaped.

Xuan Ying had one hand in his pocket, the bright lights shone on his face but his entire countenance was so dark. His underling walked over and reported, ”Your Highness, the banquet is commencing soon.”

Xuan Ying turned around to leave. ”Help me inform President Zhu that I have something important to handle and that I have to leave first.”

”Understood.”

…

Outside the venue, everyone made way for a certain someone with a menacing aura.

Xuan Ying came out, wearing a black trench coat over his black dress shirt and his leather shoes changed into black army boots. With his trousers tucked into his boots, the night breeze blew around and billowed out his trench coat around him.

He exuded an indolent, yet sinister aura. A few underlings dressed in full black followed him, their waists armed with guns.

As he walked past, everyone was afraid, they all lowered their heads.

Xuan Ying walked over the lawn, looking straight when he spotted something. In a secluded corner, a man stood in a bush with his pants down, holding a piece of clothing as his hands moved frantically, committing an obscene act while he cursed, ”F*ck, Feng Lingxue, wait for me to become rich. I'll make sure to f*ck you, you little sl*t and ruin you!”

Feng Lingxue had removed her trench coat before she started dancing just now and thrown it into the crowd. The trench coat fell right on the man's face. After watching the show and smelling the scent coming from the trench coat, the man couldn't hold himself back.

Xuan Ying jolted, narrowing his inky eyes that spelled danger.

He turned around, arriving beside the perverted man.

He lifted his arm, patting the man's shoulder.

Being interrupted in the midst of his act, the man turned around and scolded, ”Who the f*ck is interrupting m– Ah, Silver Mask King.”