Chapter 1189 - She Smiled (1/2)

Xuan Mu turned Feng Lingxue around, pressing her against the wall. “Lingxue, if you don’t like me, who do you like? Brother Ying? He whips you, tortures you and even humiliates you! How can you still like him? He will never treasure you. The more you like him, the more cheap you are in his eyes!”

Feng Lingxue struggled to get away from him. His touch was really disgusting to her, she hated it.

In a panic, she bent her knee, attacking Xuan Mu’s crotch. Xuan Mu wasn’t able to avoid it and he was kneed in the groin.

Hiss.

With his hands over his crotch, it really hurt so much that he staggered backward.

That gave Feng Lingxue the chance to escape. “Brother Ying was never like this before. It’s all because of me, it’s all my fault!” Recalling the night three years ago, Feng Lingxue shuddered and turned around, running away.

After Feng Lingxue ran away, Xuan Mu slowly straightened his back, his gentle demeanor fading away as his face contorted evilly.

“Young Master Xuan.” North Duke’s servant reappeared.

Xuan Mu gave him a glance. “I hope that North Duke will not disappoint me regarding our collaboration this time.”

…

In another luxurious room, Xuan Ying sat on the sofa when his assistant Ah Zhou walked over and reported, “Master, North Duke sent over a servant and he first met Miss Feng, followed by Xuan Mu.”

Xuan Ying leaned against the sofa, hearing those words, the corners of his lips kicked up into a sardonic smile. Lifting his head, his eyes were just like ink that spilled everywhere, it was piercing and made one feel suffocated.

“Master, Xuan Mu also met Miss Feng, these are the photographs of them together.” Ah Zhou handed over two photographs.

Xuan Ying looked at them. The first was of Xuan Mu hugging Feng Lingxue from the back while the second was of Xuan Mu pressing Feng Lingxue against the wall.

It was an intimate position.

Xuan Ying’s face turned dark as charcoal. He had a wine glass in his hand, exerting some force, the glass cracked just like that. The glass lacerated his palm and blood streamed down.

“Master, you’re injured!”

Ah Zhou panicked, he quickly took out a medicine box and knelt in front of Xuan Ying, bandaging his wound.

Xuan Ying stretched his long legs out, spreading them casually while he rested his head against the sofa, furrowing his brows.

By the time he reopened his eyes, they were fully bloodshot. With his chest heaving up and down, his emotions were clearly affected.

“Master, are… you okay? It seems like Miss Feng is indeed colluding with North Duke. Her relationship with Xuan Mu is also… unclear,” Ah Zhou spoke with caution.

Xuan Ying’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’m alright. I’ve already caused myself huge trouble because of this woman once, how could I possibly let history repeat itself?”

His voice was hoarse and icy cold.

…

Feng Lingxue stepped out of the Jadeite Hall and a bulletproof car with a gold X symbol embossed on it was waiting outside. She quickly got in the car.

Xuan Ying sat in the backseat, his right hand bandaged. He seemed to be injured.

Seeing it, Feng Lingxue’s heart thumped wildly, quickly reaching over to his hand. “What happened? Why are you injured?”

Before she even touched his hand, Xuan Ying lifted it and did not let her touch him.

“I’m fine.”

He sounded impassive as he said that, not even lifting his head as he continued looking through a document.

He hadn’t given her a single glance.

Feng Lingxue could already sense his displeasure. His entire countenance was icy cold and he hadn’t let her get close to him at all.

Lowering her head, she clutched at her coat. “Oh.”

As the car moved, Feng Lingxue turned her head to look outside the window. It was already at night and the city view was spectacular. However, she felt that it didn’t resonate with her, she felt so cold.