Gu Yixuan’s eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand slightly, causing the movement below to cease immediately.
Seeing that he had no intention of crippling her legs, Ming Xue burst into tears of joy, "Thank you, Young Master Xuan, thank you! I will surely repay you like an ox or a horse, whatever you ask of me, I will agree to!"
"Agree to whatever I ask?" Gu Yixuan turned his gaze toward her, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
Ming Xue’s mind raced, and she nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I will agree to whatever you ask! Young Master Xuan, I, I was once yours, and I will be yours for the rest of my life. I will not compete with Mo Ran for your attention anymore, I will stay silently by your side, forever serving you, without a single word of complaint!"
The corners of Gu Yixuan’s mouth seemed to curl into a sneer.
"You enjoy serving men?"
Ming Xue’s face stiffened, and she said awkwardly, "I only wish to serve you."
"Heh, but I don’t need you. I’ll give you two options: either have your legs broken, or go serve other men—it’s your choice."
"Can I... choose neither?" she asked with trembling lips.
A look from Gu Yixuan drifted over coldly, frightening her into nodding quickly, "Okay, I will serve others, I promise you!" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel[f]ire.net
As long as her legs were spared, that was all that mattered.
"This is your own choice," Gu Yixuan said with a smile of hidden meaning and then waved his hand.
Immediately, two subordinates dragged Ming Xue toward a car.
Panic flashed in her eyes, "Where are you taking me?"
A cold voice responded, "Didn’t you want to serve men? Then go where you wish, many black markets need volunteers like you."
Ming Xue was stunned. It took her two seconds to realize what was happening. Just as she tried to struggle, a gag was stuffed into her mouth, silencing all her words.
She was dragged into the car, her eyes desperately fixed on Gu Yixuan, but he never glanced her way, put on his glasses, and drove off.
The car door closed, cutting off her look of despair.
Wrapped in a blanket, Mo Ran sat on the sofa in the living room, boredly flipping through TV channels. A figure walked in front of her, blocking her view.
Her eyes blinked once, but she did not ask the person to move away.
Gu Yixuan looked at her, sat down beside her, and reached out to touch her forehead with concern, "Is your cold any better?"