After Time Traveling, I was Forced to Marry a Wealthy Family

Although the professional ethics of psychiatrists dictate that they must not disclose patient records, Jiang Wenjing was Gu Huai’s subordinate first and then a doctor. The subordinate’s responsibilities took precedence over before her job as a doctor.

So, Jiang Wenjing sent the recording of the conversation with Mu Ci to Gu Huai, along with a smiling yellow face expression, which seemed very much like cursing.

Gu Huai had no time to care about this. He listened to the recording over and over again and finally threw the phone down angrily, saying, “How can I be as bad as his dad!”

At this time, Bai Ling happened to come in, and he was so frightened that he almost fell again.

After stabilized himself, Gu Huai glanced at him angrily and said, “Come in!”

Bai Ling picked up the documents that had fallen on the floor, moved in tremblingly, and asked fearfully, “Young Master Gu, what are you doing? Why are you so angry?”

Gu Huai didn’t have the intention to tell him the story, so he directly let him listen to the recording.

He then slapped the table extremely manically and asked in a vicious voice, “Why does Mu Ci say that I look like his father? I have beaten him, yes. But have I scolded him? I’ve only fucked him once after being with him for a long time, and it was half-assed, and besides, I didn’t kill his sweetheart in front of him!”

At this point, Gu Huai suddenly got stuck because before, he did think about digging up Ji Yunshu’s grave and crushing the bones and scattering the ashes. Although he did not take action, the only reason why this idea couldn’t be realized was, because Ji Yunshu’s tomb was difficult to find.

Thinking of this, Gu Huai raised his eyes and looked at Bai Ling, saying, “How did you go about the things I told you before?”

Bai Ling quickly put the pile of documents on the table and said politely, “I checked it. There are five people named Ji Yunshu in the city, four men and one woman. Their identity information is written on the document. If necessary, I will check it nationwide.”

Gu Huai didn’t even look through it; he just stared at it speechlessly. After a moment, he said with a serious face, “Bai Ling, you know, I’m actually thinking about changing a housekeeper.”

Bai Ling was so frightened that his feet immediately gave way, weak-legged, and holding up the desk to reveal his pitiful half.

He said, “Why, Young Master Gu?! I have worked hard for so many years without any credit. Have you forgotten that cute kid who has been following you around since you were a child? That’s me!”

“…”

Gu Huai packed up the documents and threw them on Bai Ling’s face. “You still have the nerve to ask me why? Because I asked you to check Ji Yunshu, who has been dead for hundreds of years in the Yi Dynasty. Who asked you to check today’s population? Keep searching, and go back six hundred years ago!”

Bai Ling was speechless and choked. He rubbed his face in grievance and muttered in a low voice, “Young Master Gu, you have changed. I remember that you still loved me very much when we were children…”

Gu Huai looked disgusted. “That’s because you were too young at that time, and I was afraid of beating you to death. Okay, go check it out quickly.”

Bai Ling got up from the ground and left sadly.

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In the evening, the cloudy sky outside finally started to rain. The rain was unpleasant and persistent. The raindrops were small but continued intermittently for a long time, like the residual sound of an ancient organ about to break. It rarely rains like this in winter, which makes people feel a little gloomy.

When Gu Huai entered, Mu Ci was looking at the rain outside the window.

Because of the rain, it got dark very early today, the sky was very low, and Mu Ci’s eyes were inexplicably sad.

Gu Huai went over and closed the curtains, blocking out the sound of rain outside. Warm yellow light filled the spacious room, and the digital clock on the bedside beat silently.

“It’s six o’clock; are you hungry?”

Mu Ci turned a deaf ear to Gu Huai’s inquiry and stared blankly out the window, but the curtains were already closed. Maybe he was not looking at the rain, but simply staring at the air to feel some sense of emptiness. The point was staring in daze.

Gu Huai’s tone became a little serious. “I’m talking to you; do you hear me?”

Mu Ci glanced at him lightly and replied quickly and lightly, “I’m not hungry.”

“Have a bad appetite?” Gu Huai went over and touched Mu Ci’s forehead, thoughtfully. “When you recover from a serious illness, you have to eat some; otherwise, your stomach won’t be able to bear it.”

“I don’t want to eat,” Mu Ci avoided his hand without concealing it, “Don’t touch me.”

Gu Huai’s forehead jumped, and he suddenly grabbed Mu Ci’s chin, forcing him to raise his head to look at him. “What’s wrong with touching you? Huh? Still, do you want to cut your own face? Don’t think I’m not angry because I didn’t say anything. If you dare to harm yourself next time, believe it or not, I’ll fuck you to death!”

Mu Ci’s face suddenly turned pale. He hesitated for a moment before speaking softly. He said, “I know.”

At this time, Mu Ci was still very afraid of Gu Huai. No one would remain unafraid when Gu Huai’s face dropped, and Mu Ci was no exception. His fear, however, was deeply hidden and not often displayed.

Mu Ci softened up quickly, surprising Gu Huai. He stared at Mu Ci silently for a while, noticing a bit of redness and swelling on the other side of his face – a result of Gu Huai’s earlier anger.

Gu Huai rubbed his face and whispered, “Don’t do stupid things anymore. Even if you really ruin your face, I won’t let you go. Stop thinking about it.”

The words, meant to be romantic and reassuring, took on an eerie tone coming from Gu Huai. Mu Ci made an unclear and perfunctory sound in response.

Gu Huai leaned down to help him tie up his long hair, saying, “Okay, let’s go down to eat.”

He paused and added softly, “Be good from now on, and I won’t beat you like that. I’m not a particularly violent person.”

In reality, he wasn’t very confident in the second half of that statement. Mu Ci stared at him indifferently and then looked away.

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The next morning during breakfast, Gu Huai handed the engagement letter and signature pen to Mu Ci again.

Mu Ci, the victim, felt dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand why Gu Huai was so persistent about this engagement and asked, “Is there any difference?”

Gu Huai was stunned, “Huh?”

Mu Ci said slowly while cutting the egg cake, “Even if I don’t sign, I’m still locked up here by you. So, what if I sign? Will I be free if I sign? I’m still under house arrest by you if I sign. There is no difference.”

Gu Huai considered this and said seriously, “Because I want a status.”

These words shocked everyone at the table. Mu Ci’s hand holding the knife trembled, and even Bai Ling, who was nearby, was wide-eyed in disbelief.

Gu Huai shamelessly nodded, ignoring the disapproval of others. “Yes, I just want a status. I want to be your husband.”

Bai Ling’s inner turmoil was evident, but he refrained from commenting for the sake of his own safety.

Mu Ci had no such reservations. He swallowed the food slowly and whispered, “Gu Huai, are you sick?”

Gu Huai shamelessly leaned forward, took Mu Ci’s bread, and wiped jam on it matter-of-factly. “I’m not sick. I’m in good health. I like you, and of course, I want to be your husband. Isn’t this normal?”

Mu Ci responded calmly, “I am a man and I don’t need a husband. Besides, if you like someone, you won’t seduce them by drinking wine, threaten them with photos of them in bed, or put them under house arrest to prevent them from leaving the house.”

Gu Huai’s hand applying jam suddenly stopped, and then he quickly changed the subject, “The strawberry jam is too sweet. Can I change it to lemon jam? Or maybe you prefer blueberries?”

“Chili sauce.”

“Huh?”

Mu Ci innocently held up a piece of toasted bread, looking at him calmly, “I want to spread the chili sauce.”

“Ah… okay.”

The tongue of this little prince was quite unique.