Chapter 1392 - Jun Xiqing, I Am Going To Screw You! (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

By now, Jun Xiqing’s delicate little face was completely devoid of any color. Her forehead shone softly with the sheen of sweat, as little tendrils of hair plastered against her snowy skin. She looked slightly ill and very piteous.

A sharp light flashed across Lu Yeming’s deep, almond-shaped eyes and he asked in a low voice, “What’s the matter?”

But she only shook her head in response.

Lady Mei spoke out at this point. “Sister Qingqing, you should make your decision now. Are you going to choose President Lu or Young Master Mu?”

Everyone was waiting eagerly for her answer.

Jun Xiqing batted her long lashes and lowered her eyes.

Then she lifted her feet and left.

She left, alone.

In the end, she didn’t choose anyone.

The whole crowd was in a furor.

…

After Jun Xiqing returned to her room, she sat in front of the vanity. Reaching up, she took off her veil. There was a small dark patch on her right cheek.

The dark patch looked exceptionally eye-catching against her fair skin.

It was like a flaw that had suddenly appeared on a perfect work of art. It was no longer flawless.

She slowly touched one finger against the black patch. All girls were vain. She once had a perfect beauty, but now she was disfigured…

Knock knock. Mu Yanfeng’s voice sounded out from the other side. “Xiqing, it’s me.”

Jun Xiqing didn’t choose Mu Yanfeng. As she treated him as a friend, she did not wish to make use of him. After all, she didn’t harbor any romantic feelings toward him.

But Mu Yanfeng was willing to use his family wealth to buy her from Ah Jiao’s Room. So she was truly grateful.

Jun Xiqing replaced her veil before opening the bedroom door.

Mu Yanfeng walked in and looked at her worriedly. “Xiqing, I’ve been very worried about you. Has your voice and face really been ruined?”

Jun Xiqing nodded. Yes.

She then took up a pen and wrote on a piece of white paper: Young Master Mu, I am very grateful to you. In the future, you will meet a girl much better than me. But that is not me, and this is not the place for you. Please leave as soon as possible.

“Xiqing, do you love Lu Yeming?” Mu Yanfeng persisted.

Jun Xiqing kept still for a couple of seconds before writing one word on the paper: Love.

It was only when he saw the word ‘love’ on the paper that Mu Yanfeng finally gave up.

Knock knock. Someone was knocking on the door again. It was a firm and rhythmic knocking made by strong knuckles.

Somehow, she knew it must be Lu Yeming outside.

“Xiqing…”

With a finger placed on her lips, Jun Xiqing made a “keep quiet” sign. Mu Yanfeng understood and kept silent.

Jun Xiqing didn’t open the door. The knocking sound continued resolutely. A low, magnetic voice drifted over. “Qingqing, you are mute, not deaf. Open the door now!”

His tone was demanding and straight to the point.

Jun Xiqing, “…”

Still, she didn’t go to open the door.

Lu Yeming stood tall and erect outside the door. He waited a few more moments but the door remained tightly closed. He raised his handsome brows and promptly lost his patience.

He glanced at Fan Men, who was standing beside him.

Fan Men reported in a low voice, “Your Highness, Young Master Mu is inside.”

Mu Yanfeng was inside.

Lu Yeming’s deep, almond-shaped eyes dimmed as a cold harsh aura radiated from him.

“Qingqing, I am not standing outside just so I can guard the door for you two. You’d better behave yourself or I will kill you both!”

His eyes shone with viciousness as he raised his leg and kicked the door.

Bang! The door seemed to shake on its hinges, bringing up a layer of dust.