Chapter 810 - Chapter 810: No One Can Compare to Rong Sheng
Chapter 810: No One Can Compare to Rong Sheng
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The sight of the two cuddling figures appeared murky and obscure to Chu Yifeng’s eyes.
However, in just a short while, Alt Hong swiftly brought over an identical soft couch and placed it in the same spot. He also summoned several young and attractive female slaves to attend to Chu Yifeng.
Beautiful women around Chu Yifeng were nothing new to Rong Sheng.
As one alluring female slave attempted to feed Chu Yifeng a cup of wine, Rong Sheng abruptly seized the glass, fixing a cold stare at the female slave. “Leave!”
Tears welled up on the female slave’s delicate face. She promptly leaned into Chu Yifeng’s embrace, coquettishly pleading, “Pavilion Master, she’s cruel to me. I’m so scared! Please don’t leave me.”
The female slaves groomed for Chu Yifeng were all of exceptional beauty, and many were daughters of noble families. They spared no effort to become female slaves in the Silver Moon Pavilion just to be near Chu Yifeng. Among them, some were alluring and proud.
Those who could face Rong Sheng without fear or retreat were rare.
Chu Yifeng raised an eyebrow, a seductive aura emanating from his features. “Senior Sister, what’s the meaning of this? Do you wish to serve together?”
Rong Sheng remained aloof and proud, never deigning to vie with others.
And particularly not for him, whom she had always disregarded.
However, her response this time caught Chu Yifeng off guard. “Chu Yifeng, I will never share a man with anyone.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Chu Yifeng’s eyes, his heart throbbing with turmoil.
Yet outwardly, he remained calm.
He placated the female slave with a smile, massaging her shoulder. “You may leave for now. I will visit your room later.”
The female slave’s eyes lit up, boldly wrapped her arms around Chu Yifeng’s neck for a kiss. Then, with a timid tone, she said, “I’ll be waiting for you, Pavilion Master. You must come!”
“Of course.” Chu Yifeng readily agreed, even pinching her smooth cheek.
The other female slaves looked on with envy and jealousy at the one who had successfully enticed Chu Yifeng. They all thought they must emulate her to win Chu Yifeng’s favor!
Only then could they become his woman.
Little did they know, Rong Sheng had uttered, “I don’t like that woman.”
Sighing, Chu Yifeng ordered, “Very well then. Ah Hong, dispose of her.”
Ah Hong nodded. “Yes, master.”
As he left, he sighed with regret.
The female slave from earlier thought she had won over Rong Sheng, and she strutted arrogantly in front of the other female slaves, saying, “Don’t be afraid of the woman next to the Pavilion Master. No matter how pretty she is, she’s merely regarded as a pinup! The Pavilion Master prefers someone like me, full of charm! If you want to win him over, learn from me, not that lifeless princess!”
Walking away, her arms still swaying dramatically, she seemed particularly flamboyant.
Ah Hong clicked his tongue. “She brought this upon herself. She won’t survive.”
Thinking she could win Chu Yifeng’s favor, she would never realize that no woman in this life could win him over. He was incapable of any feelings.
Chu Yifeng’s heart had long been entwined with Rong Sheng’s, impossible to extract.
How could others even dream of it?
Inside the room, Rong Sheng still held the wine glass she had snatched from the female slave.
Approaching Chu Yifeng, she lifted his face and offered him the glass.
Chu Yifeng grasped her hand and sniffed the wine. “What poison did Senior Sister put in the wine?”
Given her vast knowledge of ancient and modern medicine, poisoning him with a glass of wine would be all too easy.
Rong Sheng frowned at his words before finishing the wine in the glass.