Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 1147 - Do You Have Anything to Confess?

Chapter 1147: Do You Have Anything to Confess?

Xuan Ying stretched his hand out to feel her forehead, she was running a fever. His brows knitted, this woman really was out to trouble him.

“Feng Lingxue, get up. What’s wrong with you?” He pulled her up, appearing very irritated.

Opening her eyes weakly, Feng Lingxue took a glance at him. “It must be an allergy from the contraceptive pill just now. I have a slight fever.”

“Contraceptive pill?”

“Yes, didn’t you order your servant to give it to me?”

Xuan Ying pursed his lips. The experienced servants in the palace would indeed give the women who slept with him contraceptive pills. Though the men in Country A were allowed to have many women, only the duchess was qualified to give birth to their children.

That was to ensure the nobleness and purity of the bloodline.

Xuan Ying found no fault with that practice. In fact, he disliked children very much. It was only right for women to take contraceptive pills after serving him.

Stretching out his hand, he squeezed her face, bringing her in front of him. “You’re aggrieved? With your background, what makes you think you’re qualified to conceive my child?”

Those heartless and apathetic words were uttered just like that.

He exerted a lot of force and her face slowly deformed in his hands. Hearing those words, Feng Lingxue’s flushing cheeks lost all color.

“Listen to my words clearly, you’re just a servant of mine. Your only job is to satisfy me in bed. If you serve me well, I’ll guarantee you a life of luxury but you cannot expect anything more than that.

“Be good and take the pill after you serve me in bed. If you dare get pregnant and cause me trouble, I’ll make sure to punish you in the worst way possible.

“Even if you really get pregnant, I’ll never let you give birth to the baby. Your grandmother and mother were both prostitutes, what kind of child are you going to give birth to with those genes of yours?”

With that said, he swung his arm, flinging her away.

Feng Lingxue’s body fell onto the bed. It wasn’t hurt, but her heart wrenched and twisted in pain. Splaying out onto the bed, she clutched at the sheets, even when her nails were about to break she didn’t feel any pain at all.

She didn’t move, she just continued laying there silently. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she wasn’t alive.

Xuan Ying furrowed her brows. Now she was just irritating him with her presence.

“Turn your head around,” he ordered.

Feng Lingxue didn’t move.

Crouching over, Xuan Ying raked his fingers through her hair as he tugged on it, turning her face around forcibly. “I spent so much money on you not because I wanted to see this awful expression on your face. Show me a smile.”

He yanked on her hair and Feng Lingxue was forced to lift her eyes and look at him, but she had no focus in her eyes at all.

One. Two. Three... She lifted the corners of her lips stiffly, showing him a smile that appeared even more awful than her crying face.

As he looked at her, Xuan Ying felt that he couldn’t breathe properly. He shoved her face in the bed, letting go of his grip. He would only stop feeling so irritated once her face was out of his sight.

“Now you’re just pissing me off!”

Rough strides brought him out of the room.

...

He had gone outside and Feng Lingxue could hear the two maids talking outside, “Master, it’s already so late, why haven’t you gone to sleep? Let us help massage your shoulders and legs.”

“Alright,” Xuan Ying responded.

He had left.

He was gone.

Feng Lingxue remained in the same position, not moving at all. The entire room was silent, even her breathing could be heard clearly.

...

In the living room.

Xuan Ying sat on the couch, wearing a black silky pajamas. The band was loosely tied and half of his muscular chest and his eight pack was revealed. Slumping against the couch, he spread his legs casually while he rested his arms. Just this casual posture accentuated his charms.

A young maid stood behind the couch, massaging his shoulders while the other maid knelt on the carpeted ground, massaging his legs. He shut his eyes, enjoying the treatment like a big boss.

“Master, I heard that Miss Feng is a social escort. Will she spread some STD to you?”

“Right, we’re really worried about Master.”...

Hearing those words, Xuan Ying opened his eyes as his gaze landed on the maid massaging his legs, his intentions unclear.

The maid was fond of squeezing her cleavage and Xuan Ying even took two glances of her before. That made her even more determined to become his woman.

The Silver Mask King and West Duke were strong contenders for the top ruling power in Country A and women were naturally attracted to them.

The maid was brazen, stretching out her hand as she pulled Xuan Ying’s hand towards her chest. “Master, I’ve been really worried about you... So worried that my chest hurts so much. If you don’t believe me you can feel it for yourself.”

The other maid behind didn’t want to lose out either. Her hands glided down from his shoulders. “Master, did Miss Feng not pleasure you enough? How about we serve you in bed tonight?”

“Master.”

At that moment, his assistant, Ah Zhou, walked over. When Ah Zhou witnessed the scene, he instantly lowered his head and moved aside.

This master of his was only 23 years old and so good-looking, countless beauties had been throwing themselves at him for the past three years.

It wasn’t an uncommon scene at all for Ah Zhou.

Xuan Ying didn’t reject them, his hand landing on the maid’s breast. She blushed and acted coy. The corners of his lips kicked up, he was somewhat pleased. “Hm, it does feel quite nice.”

“Master, I–” The other maid wanted to throw herself at Xuan Ying too!

Xuan Ying retracted his arm, looking at Ah Zhou who stood aside. “Ah Zhou, these two women are really slutty. I’ve even checked them personally. Her chest is not bad, take her away and reward our boys in the army with them. Let them enjoy themselves tonight.”

Hearing this, Ah Zhou wasn’t surprised at all. “Noted, Master.”

Two men in black went forward, dragging the two young maids away.

The maids still had no idea what exactly had just happened. Somehow, they were just thrown into the army base and had become a prostitute for those soldiers?

Why?

It shouldn’t turn out like this!

They were young and beautiful, their only target was Xuan Ying, not those powerless and pathetic soldiers!

“Ah, don’t! Master, please don’t do this to us. We won’t dare to do it again!”

The two maids crying progressively got slower as they were dragged away.

...

Ah Zhou went in front, handing over a wet wipe. Xuan Ying lowered his eyes, wiping his right hand that had just touched the maid. After he was done, he threw the wet wipe in the bin.

“Young Master.” Mo Mo went in front.

Mo Mo was the most experienced servant in South Palace, she had been sent over by Xuan Ying’s father, the North Duke.

Xuan Ying had yet to marry anyone yet but he had many women in his palace. Someone had to take charge of them and Mo Mo was the assigned one to ensure these women would be well-handled.

Xuan Ying lifted his eyes, looking at Mo Mo. “Did she tell you about her allergy with the contraceptive pill?”

Mo Mo nodded. “Yes.”

Xuan Ying’s gaze was dark and somewhat threatening. “Since you knew about it, how could you let her take it? Mo Mo, do you not treat her as a human or do you not respect your master?”

Mo Mo quickly knelt down. “Young Master, I wouldn’t dare.”

Xuan Ying crossed his legs elegantly, towering above Mo Mo. “She’s my woman and I’m quite infatuated with her recently. If you dare to ruin her health, I’ll make sure to punish you!”

Throwing a teacup in her direction, the hot water splashing all over Mo Mo.

But she had to endure it, not even daring to make a single sound. She quickly cleaned up the mess and replied, “Young Master, I understand. Miss Feng is your beloved concubine, I’ll make sure to decoct contraceptive Chinese medicine for her.”

“Scram!”

“Understood.”

Mo Mo quickly left.

...

After settling the matters, Xuan Ying lifted his eyes and looked at his assistant, Ah Zhou. “How’s the investigation coming along?”

Ah Zhou answered, “Master, I have some news.”

Ah Zhou handed some documents to Xuan Ying. “Miss Feng underwent a hymen reconstruction surgery at XX Hospital one week ago.”

Xuan Ying lowered his eyes to look at the documents, swinging his arm as the papers flew around in the air.

The entire atmosphere in the living room dropped to an icy coldness, making one shudder.

...

In the room.

Feng Lingxue had fallen asleep, the same nightmare repeated, a tender voice ringing in her ears—-Mommy, Mommy...

Cold sweat covered her forehead, grinding her teeth as she murmured, “Don’t... Don’t...”

She jolted awake.

Her pupils continued contracting and dilating, she finally regained the focus in her eyes and realized she was in the room. Inhaling huge gasps of air, it was as though she had just escaped death.

A cold, impassive voice rang in her ears. “You’re awake?”

Feng Lingxue was frightened by that voice. She lifted her eyes, noticing an imposing figure seated on the sofa.

Xuan Ying.

The room was lit only with a table lamp, it wasn’t enough to light up the entire room. He wore the silver mask and she couldn’t see his face clearly.

As he pinned her with those inky eyes, he was just like a dangerous beast.

A predator.

It almost felt like he was going to pounce on her the very next moment and bite her to death.

Feng Lingxue had an ominous feeling in her heart, somehow she could sense that something bad was going to happen.

Xuan Ying looked at her, forcing each syllable out of his throat so threateningly. “Do you have anything to say to me?”

Feng Lingxue knitted her brows. “Say what?”

Right after she said that, two men in black charged forward, pulling her arms as they dragged her down, throwing her beside his feet. She fell onto the carpeted ground, her body had already been hurting, she was even ripped down there but now it hurt even more.

She struggled, trying to get up but a large hand reached over, gripping her jaw, forcing her to lift her head.

Her eyes met with those menacing, inky eyes of his.

The corners of his lips were raised, he remained calm as he said, “Let me remind you about something. Do you have anything to own up to regarding your hymen?”

Her hymen...?

Feng Lingxue’s heart thumped. Had he found out about it already?