The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 569: Once a Mistress

Chapter 569: Once a Mistress

The woman came with an agenda. It was time to give herself a sense of presence.

Xu Zeng may have clearly been of "immortal bloodline" in her opinion, but he never spoke when she berated Xu Hu Zhe, instead, he stayed quiet, easily controlled by Xu Hu Zhe’s grip.

She had known Hu Zhe as Strong Arm, the beggar the old lady allowed to drink their water for free. She was always doing charity, and now her charity case had brought more charity cases to her business! It was like she forgot, Xu Hu Zhe had paid for Zhang Hui and the rest’s stay. Or maybe she just wanted to overlook this fact.

"Of course, it would be you two," she scoffed, arms crossing over her chest. "Masked men, always lurking around. It’s been days, and you’ve yet to remove those ridiculous things from your faces. It’s obvious you’re up to no good."

Xu Zeng exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin, but it wasn’t him who responded.

The woman’s gaze finally shifted—finally landed on the rest of the group standing behind Xu Hu Zhe and Xu Zeng.

And she froze.

The two girls weren’t intimidating. Well dressed, but not enough to make her rethink her words. Neither were the babies—well, if she really spent enough time with Da Long and Xiao Long maybe she would be intimidated by the young ones. But the two men and the ger in the space clearly had an aura that wasn’t to be messed with.

Xu Feng watched, mildly entertained, as the gears in her head turned obviously.

Her gaze lingered on Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang, their imposing figures, their unmistakable aura of power.

Then it slid to Xu Feng.

She saw his expensive robes, and the delicate features of his face. She might not be able to tell if he was in fact a man or a ger, if not for the bloody looking mole at the center of his forehead. The way he was being treated with utmost reverence by those around him, with their bodies protecting him as soon as she entered.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Recognition dawned.

Her pupils dilated, her expression shifted, and within a fraction of a second, her entire demeanor flipped.

Xu Zeng might have been a masked immortal blood carrier, moving covertly, but Xu Feng was the opposite. His looks were glaring, his bloodline unquestionable. He was clearly here in an upright manner, and with some sort of status.

The woman looked like regret made flesh.

Xu Feng almost wanted to laugh.

Gone was the woman full of scorn and harsh words.

Now, standing before them, was a businesswoman who realized she had severely miscalculated.

"Ah—" she faltered, lips parting as she scrambled to salvage the situation.

Her entire body language changed—shoulders dropping into a more relaxed, ’humble’ posture, hands folding in front of her, and her sharp glare replaced with a forced oily smile.

Xu Feng didn’t give her the chance.

He straightened his spine, adjusted his hold on the quiet baby in his arms, and put on his most refined, untouchable, young mistress face.

Without so much as glancing directly at the woman, he called out in a clear, authoritative voice—

"Xu Hu Zhe."

His voice was light. Dismissive. Like a noblewoman addressing an unworthy peasant.

Xu Hu Zhe, who immediately caught on, stepped forward. "Yes, Master?"

Xu Feng flicked his free wrist slightly, tilting his chin in an air of superiority.

"Have our new people prepare themselves to leave this place."

The words left no room for argument.

Xu Hu Zhe’s lips twitched. It had been a while since they had played this game together. But like riding a bicycle, it came back effortlessly.

He cast a furtive glance toward the now paling woman, who had yet to regain full control over her facial expressions. Then, in his best ’subservient servant’ voice, he responded.

"Right away, Master," he said, bowing slightly for added effect.

Xu Feng allowed the smallest, most delicate smile to grace his lips.

Then, he turned his head slightly, his gaze finally, finally settling on the woman directly.

Her face drained of color.

Xu Feng’s eyes, sharp and filled with the same ethereal coldness that so many immortals were said to possess, bore into her like she was nothing more than an insect.

She visibly swallowed.

The weight of her own mistake crashed down on her all at once.

She had insulted Xu Hu Zhe and Xu Zeng, assuming them to be no one important or at least people who needed to move in the shadows. But now, she saw the truth—their association with these powerful figures, with this eye catching ger, meant they were anything but ordinary.

And she had just made an enemy of them.

Xu Feng said nothing further.

He didn’t need to.

The message had been delivered loud and clear.

And the woman?

She had never regretted anything more in her life. She was now on her knees bowing with the grandma.

Xu Feng couldn’t really understand why people in Yilin Town seemed to enjoy being slapped so much. Why couldn’t they just mind their own business?

Should he take things further? People here were like cockroaches—if not stomped on hard enough, they always found a way to crawl back to annoy him

Before he could decide, Xuan Jian took the choice from his hands.

"Xuan Yang, our wife’s new servants have been treated so poorly. What should we do about this?"

The words dropped like stones in the silent space, each syllable carrying an undeniable weight. He had directly thrown out the Xuan family name.

Did the woman know about the Xuan family? Xu Feng wasn’t sure, but judging by the way her body was shaking like a leaf in a storm, she at least knew she had provoked someone far beyond her reach.

She couldn’t even look up anymore, her head bowed so low it was nearly touching the dirt, her entire being wracked with visible tremors.

Xuan Yang exhaled softly, the sound deceptively light, but it sent a chill through the air. His dark eyes flickered toward Xu Feng before he answered, his tone steady.

"Such disrespect toward the young mistress of my house. We will have to deal with this cleanly."

Xu Feng blinked. Wait, were they... were they serious? Were they really going to deal with this woman?

The body language of his two husbands hadn’t changed much, but that didn’t mean they weren’t above murder, even with their casual tones. Both men were brutal in their own ways—one cold and methodical, the other silent but deadly. Who knew if murder really was off the table?

Xu Feng was just about to step in, to perhaps pardon

the family enough so they wouldn’t literally die in their sleep tonight, when—

The scent hit him like a bullet.

It wasn’t just him. Every single person present who carried an immortal bloodline or demon beast lineage reacted in unison.

Xuan Jian’s face twisted in disgust. Xuan Yang turned his head slightly, exhaling sharply through his nose as if he could somehow rid himself of the offensive stench. Xu Zeng’s expression darkened, his silver brows furrowing as he took a full step back, as if even existing in the same space had become unbearable.

Xu Hu Zhe pursed his lips, his jaw tightening, but compared to the others, he seemed the least affected. He merely stood firm, his gaze cool as he exhaled quietly.

Xu Feng, unfortunately, recognized the scent instantly.

The woman had peed herself in fear.

Before he could even fully process the depths of his revulsion, the old grandma took the chance to throw herself forward, pleading in desperation.

"Strong Arm, please have mercy!" She clutched at the hem of Xu Hu Zhe’s robes, her voice breaking with desperation. "She is a cruel woman, I know, but she is my son’s wife! He is now bedridden, and she is carrying our family. Have mercy on us! I haven’t been able to help you, but for the small kindness I showed, please be merciful!!"

Xu Feng resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose further. The scent, the scene, the sheer pitifulness of it all—it grated against his nerves. But more than that, he caught the look in Xu Hu Zhe’s eyes.

Softhearted.

He was still softhearted.

Xu Feng sighed internally. This "Strong Arm" in the old woman’s mouth might have been the most terrifying presence in her past, but at the end of the day, Xu Hu Zhe wasn’t someone who took pleasure in meaningless cruelty.

That much, Xu Feng knew.

It was clear Xu Hu Zhe had never truly planned to do anything extreme, but at the same time, he wasn’t entirely willing to completely let the woman off. There had to be some kind of consequence.

Taking that as his cue, Xu Feng exhaled softly and adjusted the baby in his arms, his expression turning cold as ice.

"Xuan Jian, Xuan Yang," he said, his voice crisp and authoritative. "This place is too polluted. Handle it later."

The two men didn’t even blink.

Xuan Jian nodded once, sharp and decisive. Xuan Yang hummed in agreement, a low sound that sent a shiver through the already trembling woman.

Xu Feng’s next words were delivered with chilling ease. "At the very least, keep their lives. But I expect them to understand their place moving forward. Grandma, keep your daughter in law in line."

The moment those words left his lips, the woman let out a strangled sound—not quite a sob, not quite a scream—something between horror and resignation.

With that, Xu Feng turned on his heel, his robes fluttering behind him. He didn’t spare the woman another glance. He had already given her far more attention than she was worth.

"Hu Zhe," he called smoothly, tilting his head slightly. "Make sure our people are ready to leave. I don’t want to waste another breath here."

Xu Feng had given him face.