Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle
chapter-1132

Chapter 1132: I’m Your Master From Now On

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

All this time, he had been passively watching. Watching other men humiliate her. Even if she were to be dragged away and be gang-raped, he had no reaction at all.

She knew that he wouldn’t save her.

Well, there was no reason for him to save her anymore.

Her lashes fluttered as she gave him a kowtow. Her forehead was on the cold carpets, her eyes red and teary. The truth hit her so hard, her Brother Ying was really dead.

Save me.

If his intention was for her to beg him for help, if he wanted revenge on her, his wishes had been granted.

She was so pathetic.

She didn’t have a noble family background and was ill-fated. Ever since she joined Ah Jiao’s Room, she had the label of a ‘prostitute’ attached to her for life.

Prostitute, everyone could step on her.

When she said ‘save me’, her voice was slightly husky. Xuan Ying drew the cigar to his lips, but it was only then that he realized he was already done smoking it.

It took only one stick of a cigar’s time and he got to witness such a drama.

Throwing the burned out cigar in the ashtray, he leaned back against the back of the chair and moved his legs, facing her as he stretched them out, the very picture of nonchalance. She knelt down between his legs, kowtowing him.

“Raise your head.”

Feng Lingxue lifted her head.

Xuan Ying gave his right-hand man a glance. His right-hand man threw a contract on the ground.

“Look carefully, I’ve bought you over from Ah Jiao’s Room, you’re no longer with them.”

The men were shocked, but they didn’t dare make a single sound. So… it turned out that Silver Mask King had already laid his eyes on Feng Lingxue long ago.

They were done for.

Feng Lingxue lowered her eyes, looking at the contract on the ground. There were two contracts. One was with Ah Jiao’s Room, while the other…

“The other contract is between you and me. You’re no longer with them, but with me. I’m your owner from now on, and you’re my… slave.”

Xuan Ying raised the corners of his lips into a cold smirk while he observed her ravishing beauty. Even just her side profile was stunning. “If there’s nothing else, sign the contract. You can also choose not to sign it, but you’ll have to follow these men. It’s all up to you.”

He wasn’t forcing her.

But he really did epitomize what it meant to force someone.

Did she even have a second choice?

Although Ah Jiao’s Room was her jail, it was also her safety net. Now that she was no longer protected by them, she had no idea which man would take her forcibly.

Feng Lingxue lifted her head, looking at him in the eyes. “I’ll sign it, why would I refuse? I’ve been yearning to be with a man with status, power and money. Silver Mask King satisfies all my conditions, I’ll definitely sign it without a doubt.”

Xuan Ying was expressionless as he praised her, “You’re still as clever as before.”

His right-hand man brought over a pen and Feng Lingxue took it, putting her signature on the contract.

“What do you call me now?”

Feng Lingxue moved her lips. “Master.”

Xuan Ying raised his brows with satisfaction. He patted his lap, looking at her from above as though she was his pet. “Come, sit on my lap.”

“Silver Mask King, you’re really biased. You’ve forgotten about us once you’ve found someone else. I want to sit on your lap too.” A beauty simpered as she nuzzled her body against Xuan Ying’s body, acting coquettishly.

Xuan Ying gave her an impassive glance.

It made the beauty’s hair stand and she blanched.

She couldn’t fathom his thoughts. He seemed to have many different women surrounding him, not rejecting any of them but at the same time, he kept a distance from them.

He never let any woman near him before.

Not to say sit on his lap.

The beauty didn’t dare say a word, she was completely frightened. Xuan Ying suddenly spoke, “Be good, I’ll let you sit on my lap next time.”

The beauty gave him a stiff smile.

Feng Lingxue got up from the carpet, climbing onto his lap and she hugged his neck.

Xuan Ying raked his fingers through her hair, holding her face, bending over to kiss her.

But Feng Lingxue dodged.

Xuan Ying’s heart sank.

“Master, I belong to you. Why are you so impatient? The matter of utmost importance is to teach these men a lesson.” Feng Lingxue raised her brows, giving the few men and President Zhang a cold-eyed glare.

Their legs gave way once they were glared at by her so fiercely.

Xuan Ying looked sideways at the men. “Oh?”

“Master, are you not going to do anything even when others bully your slave?”

Xuan Ying had a wry smile on his face.

The men started shouting, “Feng Lingxue, you’re really evil! You’re trying to ruin us after you’ve gotten involved with Silver Mask King!”

Feng Lingxue remained composed. She wasn’t a good samaritan. She wasn’t like Tang Mo’er, Lin Shiyu or Jun Xiqing… They all had their respective charms and capabilities, but she had nothing.

She had only learned how to pleasure men ever since she was young.

They were in no position to blame her for doing that.

“Silver Mask King, don’t be fooled by Feng Lingxue. She doesn’t love you, she’s just using you!”

Xuan Ying remained expressionless, he gave his right-hand man a look. The right-hand man picked up a metal rod, hitting the men’s stomachs.

Puff.

Blood splattered all over the carpets.

It was rumored that Silver Mask King was extremely brutal, using force to settle almost everything. It was true, they had not exaggerated at all. Before the men could even scream, they had collapsed into pathetic heaps on the floor.

Feng Lingxue watched as they collapsed, a drop of blood splattered on her face. It was burning hot. She could feel her skin scalding with the blood spraying on it.

She slowly lost the focus in her eyes…

A large hand came over, picking up her face and forcibly turning her head. He wiped away the blood on her face with one calloused thumb. “Are you frightened?”

Feng Lingxue shook her head.

Xuan Ying grasped her slim waist, holding her in his arms as he planted a kiss on her face, it slowly traveled down towards her neck…

His right-hand man and the two beauties left the room, leaving them behind as well as an entire pool of blood on the ground.

In the back of her mind, Feng Lingxue could smell the bloody stench, it was incredibly pungent and it made her feel uncomfortable.

Clenching her fists by her sides. she couldn’t hold it in anyone and pushed him away. “Master, I have my period.”

Xuan Ying furrowed his brows after being pushed away. He looked at her with a piercing gaze. “Really?”

“Mm.” She nodded.

Xuan Ying’s hand moved downwards, patting her hip. “Get up.”

Men normally didn’t like it when women had their periods, they felt that it was filthy.

Feng Lingxue got up, heaving a sigh of relief.

But then his voice resounded in her ear. “Go on the sofa and spread your legs. Let me check.”