Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

Those who are either in the business world or in the officialdom are the best at reading people and situations.

Realizing something was wrong, he quickly turned back with a forced smile, "Yes, yes, yes, whatever you'd like to do, Master Ye, we'll play along?"

"Alright!" Leng Tingye's fingertip traced the blade. "Then let's finish the rest of the game!"

"what?"

"what?"

"what?"

Everyone stared in disbelief, exclaiming in unison!

Mu Yanxin couldn't understand Leng Tingye's thoughts at all, so she looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to continue.

Before Leng Tingye came in, she heard the men say that there would be an auction at the end, and the highest bidder would win the beauty.

As for what to do with it after obtaining it, anyone can figure that out.

"What's wrong, everyone?" Leng Tingye's eyes darkened, and he plunged the knife into the arm of the person closest to him, smiling as he said, "Weren't you having a good time before? Hmm?"

"Thump!" Everyone's legs went weak, and they all knelt down in unison.

Leng Tingye pulled the knife from the man's arm, blood splattering everywhere. He picked up a tissue to wipe away the remaining blood, then lightly tapped the knife against another man's face. "What, not fun anymore?"

"This is fun!" The man didn't dare to move, his face contorted with fear.

Leng Tingye turned his expression to the other side, "Is it...really fun?"

Cold sweat dripped onto the knife, splitting it in two. The man's chin trembled. "Not fun."

"Hahahaha!" Leng Tingye laughed, tilting his head back.

For a moment, the crowd didn't know whether to say it was funny or not; those few laughs alone made them break out in a cold sweat.

"Let me ask." Leng Tingye glanced at everyone, then turned to the woman and asked, "Is it fun?"

"What? That woman is actually..."

Everyone's faces immediately turned even more ashen than ghosts, as if their very souls had been terrified out of their bodies.

"Shh!" Leng Tingye gestured for silence, then leaned down and whispered in Mu Yanxin's ear, "Shall we continue?"

Leng Tingye was extremely close, his lips almost touching her earlobe, and the air around them seemed to thin, making it hard to breathe.

Mu Yanxin didn't dodge; instead, she struggled and moved her little head, like a shy kitten trying to snuggle into her owner's arms so that she could be taken away from this unfamiliar and dangerous environment.

Leng Tingye chuckled playfully, "What should we do? My sister-in-law says kowtowing isn't fun, let's continue!"

The crowd had originally thought that kneeling and begging for mercy would settle the matter, after all, they were all prominent figures in Tiandu and had never suffered such humiliation.

Now that they've already knelt down and begged for mercy, everyone is truly at a loss as to how to proceed.

The representative of the group asked, "So, what makes it fun, Master Ye?"

The implication was that she wanted Leng Tingye to give her a quick death; the feeling of waiting for a death sentence was even more agonizing than being sentenced to death outright.

Leng Tingye twirled the knife, "Let's play the same way we did before!"

The words he uttered, though seemingly casual, sent chills down one's spine.

This isn't about letting people continue playing; it's clearly about settling accounts.

Every man present knew that if they didn't give an explanation, they would come in alive and leave lying down.

Leng Tingye: "You don't know how? Do you need me to teach you?"

"No, no, it's not necessary." One of the high-ranking officials struggled to get up from the ground and walked to the table, his whole body trembling.

In the blink of an eye, the knife fell to the ground. The man covered his eyes in pain, enduring the agony, and said, "We were blind and unintentionally violated your sister-in-law."

Leng Tingye was satisfied, clapped his hands in approval, and looked at the others, "What about you guys?"

Screams filled the room, and the scene was so bloody and gruesome that Mu Yanxin fainted from fright.

She was awakened by a chill; when she opened her eyes, everyone else in the private room was gone.

He sat down in front of her, his gaze nonchalant, as if nothing was wrong.

The wine bottle met the patting of the palm, gently, one pat at a time.

Each blow felt like a thud on Mu Yanxin's heart, causing it to throb and pound on the edge of life and death.

The bottle fell from the height again, and the man caught it with his large hand. Mu Nanxin's heart tightened, and she couldn't suppress her nervousness. "Master Ye!"

"uh-huh?"

Leng Tingye held the wine bottle upside down, the last drop of wine falling into the hollow of her chest. "What's wrong?"

The chilled red wine lingered on her snow-white skin, like a red beauty mark, exceptionally alluring.

The man flicked his finger, his fingertip tracing the delicate skin, moving it inch by inch downwards, each flick sending a tingling sensation through his fingers.

As I continued downwards, my fingertip touched a drop of red wine, which swirled around in a circle.

"Is he feeling lonely again?"

Mu Yanxin's face flushed red. "No, I..."

He suddenly fell silent.

If you deny that you're not here for pleasure, then what are you doing at this kind of themed club?

She can't exactly say she's here to make money. She's the young lady of the Mu family, the future second young mistress of the Leng family. Who would believe she's short of money?

Even if she believes it, what is she trying to do with this shady quick money?

Leng Tingye is no ordinary person; he's a wolf with a keen sense of smell, and he's not easily fooled.

She couldn't let him smell even a hint of it.

"Hmm?" Leng Tingye waited patiently for the woman's reply.

"I..." Mu Yanxin wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back. It was too shameful; it was too difficult to admit that she came here to seek pleasure.

"You like this kind of thing?"

He recoiled as if electrocuted, and the exquisite dishes on his body fell onto the plates on the table with a clinking sound.

Once the drug wore off and she could move again, she pointed to her body laden with delicacies and pleaded, "Master Ye, could you please remove these things from my body first?"

"What?" Leng Tingye picked up a fork.

Mu Yanxin was completely enveloped by Leng Tingye's shadow. The way he looked at her was so cold, and the oppressive feeling pressed against her heart.

Raising her hand, Mu Yanxin covered her eyes in fright.

A few seconds later, Mu Yanxin felt no pain. She opened her eyes and saw the man fork a crystal grape and put it in his mouth. The knife and fork slid down his body inch by inch. "This makes it much more appetizing!"

The icy touch sent shivers down his spine, a feeling of being slowly tortured. He had no idea what Leng Tingye would do next, and his expression was indescribably grim.

Mu Yanxin reached out and took a grape, tentatively feeding it to Leng Tingye's lips, "Does Master Ye like to eat it like this?"

His delicate fingertips intentionally brushed against his lips, sending a tingling sensation through him. Leng Tingye smiled and took the fingertips into his mouth.

The woman in front of me had eyes full of flattery; just a few days ago she was covered in thorns.

Now that they are in a weak position, they try every means to please others.

It's really interesting. Even though he knows it's a deliberate attempt to please her, Leng Tingye is still interested in playing along with her.

Leng Tingye bit her fingertip, a hint of interest appearing between his brows, and smiled playfully, "You like it!"

It seemed she had gotten away with it, and Mu Yanxin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Then could you help me bring these things down?"

"No need, you look even more...sexy like this."