Chapter 1120 - Buying a Night of Your Time
Chapter 1120: Buying a Night of Your Time
Feng Lingxue wrapped the fabric around her leg, her lithe figure leaping up with apparent ease and her red dress billowed out in mid-air so beautifully it was just like a blooming flower…
Oh god.
Everyone gasped.
Even Tang Mo’er’s pupils dilated when she saw her performance. Having learned dance since she was young, Tang Mo’er had spent 20 years accomplishing her pole dancing skills to reach her level.
In a million women, it was rare for one woman to know how to pole dance. But now, Feng Lingxue had replaced the pole with the fabric, performing an aerial dance in the air. Her body was flexible as she danced around…
This type of dance was breathtaking.
It was said that Feng Lingxue was the best dancer and no one else could match up to her. Even Tang Mo’er was amazed by her.
She really was a stunner.
Everyone’s gazes were on that red figure, slowly lifting their head as Feng Lingxue climbed up. The chandeliers shone brightly, the lithe figure fusing into it.
In an instant, all the women present all seemed unappealing compared to Feng Lingxue.
Feng Lingxue just vanished like that.
She disappeared.
—-Where’s Feng Lingxue?
—-Where has she gone?
—-Oh god, her dance performance just now was legendary. It’s no wonder many men are willing to do just anything for her.
As all the men started discussing about her, the women were all filled with jealousy. They originally wished for her to be humiliated but who knew that she would have impressed the entire crowd with that aerial dance?
They were all women but the difference between her and the rest was just incomparable.
“Silver Mask King, I didn’t expect this Feng Lingxue to be so stunning. I wonder how much she charges, I’d like to invite her to dinner,” one of the CEOs walked over to Xuan Ying and asked.
Xuan Ying looked at the ceiling, looking for a few seconds before he retracted his gaze. He didn’t have an expression on his face, but behind those inky eyes was a dangerous, dark and sinister aura. He moved his lips, spitting out only one word, “Scram!”
The CEO was stunned, his hairs standing on end. He felt as though he had just been glared at by Satan himself.
“U-Understood, Silver Mask King. I won’t disturb you!”
The CEO quickly escaped.
Xuan Ying had one hand in his pocket, the bright lights shone on his face but his entire countenance was so dark. His underling walked over and reported, “Your Highness, the banquet is commencing soon.”
Xuan Ying turned around to leave. “Help me inform President Zhu that I have something important to handle and that I have to leave first.”
“Understood.”
…
Outside the venue, everyone made way for a certain someone with a menacing aura.
Xuan Ying came out, wearing a black trench coat over his black dress shirt and his leather shoes changed into black army boots. With his trousers tucked into his boots, the night breeze blew around and billowed out his trench coat around him.
He exuded an indolent, yet sinister aura. A few underlings dressed in full black followed him, their waists armed with guns.
As he walked past, everyone was afraid, they all lowered their heads.
Xuan Ying walked over the lawn, looking straight when he spotted something. In a secluded corner, a man stood in a bush with his pants down, holding a piece of clothing as his hands moved frantically, committing an obscene act while he cursed, “F*ck, Feng Lingxue, wait for me to become rich. I’ll make sure to f*ck you, you little sl*t and ruin you!”
Feng Lingxue had removed her trench coat before she started dancing just now and thrown it into the crowd. The trench coat fell right on the man’s face. After watching the show and smelling the scent coming from the trench coat, the man couldn’t hold himself back.
Xuan Ying jolted, narrowing his inky eyes that spelled danger.
He turned around, arriving beside the perverted man.
He lifted his arm, patting the man’s shoulder.
Being interrupted in the midst of his act, the man turned around and scolded, “Who the f*ck is interrupting m– Ah, Silver Mask King.”
Xuan Ying raised the corners of his lips, his inky eyes slightly bloodshot as he sounded calm and filled with apathy. “Why don’t I f*ck with you and ruin you first?”
“Silver Mask King… Argh!”
Xuan Ying’s hand moved, squeezing the perverted man’s groin until blood dripped down. Amongst his anguished screams, the perverted man finally could not take it anymore and fainted.
Xuan Ying turned around, his underling bringing him a wet wipe. Following the gruesome encounter, he cleaned his hand thoroughly, his entire countenance calm.
The air was filled with the heavy stench of blood.
…
On the rooftop.
Feng Lingxue sat alone on the rooftop, leaning back as she supported herself with her slender arms. Her red dress billowed out as the night breeze blew, revealing her long and fair legs.
Finally, it was quiet.
Her world was silent.
She shut her eyes, enjoying her time alone.
A voice came from below. “Miss Feng, Silver Mask King has invited you over.”
Someone was here for her.
That was fast.
Feng Lingxue opened her eyes, sitting up. “Got it.”
…
Feng Lingxue was brought to a luxury limousine, a gold symbol embossed on the front of the car—-X.
An underling opened the back door. “Miss Feng, please.”
Feng Lingxue lifted her leg, getting in the limousine. Xuan Ying sat at the back, slumping against the seat as he had a cigar between his fingers. The smoke blurred his handsome face, lifting his inky eyes, he gave her an impassive glance.
“Silver Mask King, why did you call me over? Were you so mesmerized by my performance earlier that you want me to give you a solo performance now? That’s actually fine, but we have to settle on the price first. It was free of charge just now but from now on, I’ll have to charge you for it.”
Xuan Ying stretched his arm out, grasping onto Feng Lingxue’s wrist and he yanked on it, hard. Feng Lingxue fell, kneeling beside him.
Having been pampered during her many years at Ah Jiao’s Room, she frowned when she went down on her knees. “Silver Mask King, you’re hurting me.”
Xuan Ying stretched out two fingers, picking up her jaw and he forced her to lift her head. She knelt while he sat down, that position just made it apparent he was the one in control. “Stop your tricks, do you still think that I’m that old Brother Ying who couldn’t even bear to kiss you once you said it hurt?”
With the mention of their past, Feng Lingxue didn’t say a word.
Xuan Ying opened a box beside him with the same hand he used to hold the cigar. “Look at this.”
Feng Lingxue looked beside him and froze. It was an entire box of cash.
Xuan Ying picked up one stack of the cash, slapping her cheek with it as he let out a cynical laugh. “Do you like it? It’s your favorite.”
Three years ago, she thought lowly of him because he was powerless.
Three years later, he was slapping her in the face with an obscene amount of cash.
Feng Lingxue’s skin was delicate, the area he slapped instantly turned red. “Silver Mask King, what would you like to buy?”
“Buy what? Obviously… your first time.”
Back then, he had only kissed her once.
Every time he laid his hands on her, she would always blush and refuse. In the past, he used to think it was all because she was shy, but now he knew the true reason behind it. It was only because she wanted to sell it for a good price.