Chapter 1398 - Don’t Touch Me, You Are Dirty!

Chapter 1398: Don’t Touch Me, You Are Dirty!

Time really changed a person. Now he had learned some bad behavior, he never would have said such things in the past.

Murong Jiancheng looked at her coldly, not the slightest bit of warmth in his eyes. “Get out.”

He wanted her to get out.

Bei Yuewu raised her brows. “I refuse. What are you going to do about it?”

“Then let’s bathe together.” He reached out to grab her.

Bei Yuewu immediately fled.

...

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door was opened once again. Murong Jiancheng stepped out, freshly showered. Now he was wearing a white shirt and black leisure trousers. The shirt was not tucked into the pants and he looked casually elegant.

Murong Jiancheng lifted his eyes to gaze at the slender figure standing by the floor-length window.

Bei Yuewu was still here waiting for him.

She was wearing a black silk nightdress with a tassel belt that accentuated her delicate figure and revealed her fair calves. Red made her a hot and fiery knockout whilst the black gave her an exquisite, glamorous beauty. It was undeniable that she was an alluring vixen and completely irresistible to men.

“Why are you here?” His voice was mild and distant.

Bei Yuewu turned to look at him. “You’re getting a mistress?”

A nod. “We have been dating.”

“Why didn’t you bring her back to your hotel room at night then?”

She sounded like she would be pursuing this point all the way. Her gaze was open and direct, and slightly provocative.

Murong Jiancheng remained expressionless. He was still a bit damp from his shower, which gave him a more youthful vibe. “I don’t feel like doing it tonight, okay?”

Bei Yuewu walked over and stood in front of him. She reached out one finger and touched his Adam’s apple, before sliding her finger downward. Her finger continued sliding until it reached the black belt on his waist.

Murong Jiancheng suddenly reached out and grasped her soft hand. His gaze was malevolent and filled with warning.

“Murong Jiancheng, it appears to me that... you really want to do it.”

Bei Yuewu glanced down at his pants.

Murong Jiancheng smirked. “What’s the point of playing like this?”

Bei Yuewu yanked her finger back. “You found a mistress who is even younger than your daughter-in-law. I never expected you to be so hardcore.”

“Is it hardcore?” Murong Jiancheng gave a low laugh. “Aren’t all middle-aged men fond of finding fresh, young girls to play with?”

“Murong Jiancheng, you have become obscene.”

...

The next morning.

Lu Yeming slowly opened his eyes in the hospital. His deep, almond-shaped eyes stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before regaining their usual clarity.

“Master, are you awake?” Fan Men hurried over in joy.

Lu Yeming slowly sat up. He surveyed the room with a cold eye, failing to spot that slender figure whom he wished to see.

She was not here.

“Master, are you looking for Miss Jun? She went back last night...”

Before Fan Men could finish his sentence, Lu Yeming’s shot him a terrifying glare. Fan Men’s scalp went numb. What had he done wrong?

Pressing his lips into a thin, cold line, Lu Yeming considered his injury. His abdomen still ached. So she didn’t even bother to accompany him through the night, even though she was the one who had stabbed him?

That heartless creature.

Lu Yeming pulled off the sheets and got off the bed. “Prepare the jet. We are returning to the palace.”

“Yes, Master. As for Miss Jun...”

“Bring her along with us.”

“Master, I am afraid that Miss Jun might not agree. She is still under the effects of the spell and Yuan Ming still has control over her. He may instigate Miss Jun to try and assassinate you again. So it is unlikely she will agree to return to the palace with you.”

The entire time, Lu Yeming’s handsome face remained impassive, with nary a wrinkle in his brows. All he did was give a slight smirk. “She tried to assassinate the President of Country A. Are we going to let her off just like that?”

...

Jun Xiqing had just exited the main entrance of the hotel when several bulletproof luxury cars steered over.

A familiar figure alighted the car and Fan Men greeted her, “Miss Jun, His Highness wants me to escort you to the airport. We will be returning to the palace.”

Jun Xiqing shook her head: I am not going.

“Miss Jun, you tried to assassinate the President of Country A. His Highness is now officially arresting you back to the palace for further investigation. I hope that you will put on the correct attitude and try your best to placate His Highness, to win his clemency.”

Fan Men waved and two subordinates came up to clamp on some ice-cold metal handcuffs on Jun Xiqing’s slender wrists.

“...”

Jun Xiqing was utterly dumbfounded.

...

The palace.

Jun Xiqing had not seen Lu Yeming for the past two days since she entered the palace. She heard that he was playing host to a foreign political leader.

“You, yes you. His Majesty is hosting a very important guest. Hurry up and go help out in the kitchen.”