The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 51: Another Pervert

Chapter 51: Another Pervert

The hall was filled with a charged silence.

Lady Xuan, the current female head of the Xuan family had finally made a shot.

It was still a veiled shot, but it was the most aggressive attack she could make the entire morning. When fighting against the old witch of the Xuan family, she had to make sure not to overstep her bounds.

The former Xuan patriarch was here, and while he officially stepped down, he had the strongest immortal bloodline in the family. The old man Xuan would most likely outlive both her and Muyang and reclaim the title if they didn’t have Xuan Yang.

When it came to this country bumpkin, she didn’t need to think twice. So, what if he had immortal blood? He was still below her in every way.

Even the wives of families larger than their Xuan family had to think twice before crossing her. Did she have to hold her tongue with this ugly thing?

His face was alright, but she couldn’t understand how her son could stand to consummate the marriage with such a ger.

The other Xuan elders present were all silently watching what would happen next. It was as if they knew there was no way the "peace" would last when they all gathered together in one enclosed space.

Lady Xuan had venomously called out Xu Feng, and the other three Xuan elders didn’t intercede on the ger’s behalf. It was apparent Lady Xuan was in a bad mood after continuously losing the battle against Grandmother Xuan.

They would allow her to settle her heart with the new "addition" to the family tree.

It had only been half a minute of silence before Xu Feng came back to himself. He wanted to be a nice bystander in the Xuan family, but if people wouldn’t let him, then so be it.

"Not bored, but this young mistress is a bit tired." Xu Feng shot back calmly with a steady voice and pointed stare. As all four Xuan elders and the Xuan servants in the reception room looked over to the ger who didn’t back down.

One of the younger handmaids standing to the side scrunched her brows in confusion and anger. Even her hands had balled up into fists. But she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t hold back her displeasure.

Quite a few of the servants present showed some sort of shock on their faces.

In their hearts, Xu Feng was probably lower than them. A village ger should look up to them, servants who were raised in big families with better everything than some bumpkin.

They were more qualified to be the young master’s bed companions, but he wouldn’t even have them warm the bed. Instead, he agreed to marry this ger who was big enough to be a man.

Xu Feng wasn’t one to back down when he was wronged. Without a second, he reached over and touched the taller man’s hand. He and Xuan Yang were seated beside each other in the reception room, with Xuan Jian directly behind them.

He felt bad, holding Xuan Yang so openly in front of the other man, but he was ready to leave. And he was taking his dignity with him.

"The young master worked VERY hard last night, and this young mistress is very tired. This young mistress’s body can only take so much."

Lady Xuan’s mouth hung wide open, and a look of disbelief spread across her face. Her pretenses seemed to be completely forgotten for a moment.

Old Lady Xuan, on the other hand, seemed like she was malfunctioning, her mask seemed to have cracked slightly. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowing in confusion as she struggled to process the scandalous words that Xu Feng had just spoken.

The scene was reminiscent of a classic moment in a traditional Dongmen drama, with the characters’ emotions laid bare for all to see, their expressions conveying a mix of astonishment and bewilderment.

The atmosphere was thick with tension as the audience awaited the unfolding drama that would undoubtedly follow this startling revelation.

Xu Feng wanted to laugh at the dramatic acting, but this wasn’t a drama. This was now his life...

The old man, Xuan Muchen, was shocked at first, but soon a small quirked his lips, the ger seemed to interest him much more.

The one with the weirdest reaction in Xu Feng’s eyes was the current Xuan family head, Xuan Muyang. Xu Feng was clearly his son’s bride, but the man had an unmistakable look in his eyes as he stared the ger down.

It was an unsettling and unmistakable look of lust, a dark desire that he barely concealed.

His gaze lingered on Xu Feng’s features, not with the admiration one might expect from a father welcoming his son’s future spouse or even distaste for the ger’s background, but with an unsettling intensity.

It began with his mole, which captivated Xuan Muyang’s attention as if it held some secret he couldn’t resist. His eyes then trailed down to Xu Feng’s lips, fixating on them with an unsettling hunger.

A shiver ran down Xu Feng’s spine during the disturbing exchange, as Xuan Muyang’s tongue darted out to moisten his own parched lips.

No one else in the room had noticed the unsettling transformation in Xuan Muyang as they were staring intently at Xu Feng, the three-headed monster of a ger.

It was as if the man’s unsettling actions were concealed by an invisible shroud, hidden from the prying eyes of the gathered guests. Xu Feng, bewildered and taken aback, couldn’t understand what had set off Xuan Muyang.

The atmosphere around them was still steeped in the traditional Dongmen drama’s tension, but this particular development had taken a decidedly creepy turn, swerving away from the expected script.

Xu Feng’s fingers, tightly clasping Xuan Yang’s hand, quivered.

If they were ranking their immortal bloodlines, Xu Feng should have rightfully held the highest position among the four individuals with special bloodlines in the room.

Xuan Yang and Xuan Jian’s bloodlines were undeniably potent, their innate power coming closer to his own. The head of the household, Xuan Muyang, was the outlier in this equation.

It was unclear whether he possessed any immortal bloodline at all or carried only a trace of it. Yet, he exuded an intimidating aura that sent chills down Xu Feng’s spine.

As Xu Feng was trapped in the repulsive gaze, a warm and reassuring hand closed around his own.