Chapter 1192 - Let Me Dance for You (1/2)

Xuan Ying pinched her jaw, forcing her to turn her face. He was irritated, but once his gaze landed on her face, he froze.

Her face was covered in tears.

She was crying.

His heart wrenched in pain, it really hurt but he showed a sardonic smile. “Why are you crying? You’re feeling aggrieved that I’m marrying Shi Xiaoxiao?”

Feng Lingxue sobbed quietly, looking at him with teary eyes.

“What do you want? You want me to marry you? Do you even know how hard it was for me to get to this position? I had to risk my life to exchange for this glory. If I were to marry you, the top social escort of Ah Jiao’s Room, as my Duchess, what can you do for me? How are you going to help me?

“Shi Xiaoxiao’s father is a great general who wields enormous influence. If I marry her, I don’t need to work as hard but how about you? You betrayed me once and forsook me, isn’t it enough that I’ve given you another chance?”

He shouted at her so vehemently. Every word was a fact, he hadn’t exaggerated anything at all. He probably had no idea that those words were just like knives, slicing her heart. No…

She just felt… a little sad, a little aggrieved.

Call her greedy, call her selfish. She just… didn’t really want him to marry another woman. She knew that she shouldn’t cry, she didn’t deserve to cry. No, crying would only invite sarcasm and humiliation from him.

But she just couldn’t stop those tears, she felt like her heart was bleeding.

Feng Lingxue looked at him with teary eyes. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, I’m useless, I can’t… help you…”

The sounds of her sobbing rang in his ears and it was grating.

He really wasn’t planning to say those words.

But once his heart ached, he would unconsciously want to cause her pain too.

He didn’t mean to.

He was Silver Mask King, a man who spent only three years becoming the same level as the West Duke, Lu Yeming. He wasn’t someone who needed a woman’s support.

“Wipe your tears, if you’re going to continue crying, then scram and go back to your room! You’re spoiling my mood!”

After cursing, Xuan Ying slammed the door and left.

…

He had left.

Feng Lingxue quickly wiped her tears frantically, she wanted to stop crying.

But more tears came out after she wiped them.

She knew that she had nothing to her name. No family background, no influence, no status. She knew nothing. She was sold to Ah Jiao’s Room at a young age and had been living there ever since. She hadn’t learned anything else, other than those tricks to pleasure men.

She really wanted to step out of Ah Jiao’s Room and explore the outside world, she wanted to learn something new.

She wanted to go to school.

Forget it.

She had no chance at all. There was no way she could offer any help to him.

All these years, he had to go through a rocky path these years, she didn’t want to trouble him anymore. She originally planned to… depend on him, to get him to save her Mu Mu, but now, she really felt that she was being so shameless, so ridiculous.

Miss Shi was a better fit for him.

Feng Lingxue stopped tearing up. She took off her clothes, standing under the rain shower. Lathering herself with soap, she made sure to wash herself clean before changing into the negligee.

She had nothing else she could offer to him.

So she could only pleasure him.

…

Stepping out of the bathroom, Feng Lingxue noticed the lights in the room weren’t switched on. With the moonlight shining through the curtains, an imposing figure sat on the bed.

Xuan Ying leaned against the bed frame, one leg bent as he held a cigarette between his fingers, puffing on it.