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

Jing Zheng was already waiting in the living room. When he saw Gu Huai come in, he put down the black tea in his hand and smiled lightly, “Young Master Gu’s appreciation really makes the Jing family shine.”

Behind Jing Zheng stood a man, a young man in a light white tuxedo neatly placed two teacups on the table and poured the black tea to the standard seven-cent full.

Gu Huai sneered, “You and I are still talking about these things?”

He raised his head, glanced at the young man behind Jing Zheng, and said jokingly: “Whatever mistake Zheng Xuran made this time, did you have to replace him with someone else?”

“It’s not a big mistake; he just made an error with the order.” Jing Zheng drank tea slowly, “I didn’t change him; I punished him with confinement. I need to have an assistant by my side these days, right?”

Gu Huai smiled and did not continue the topic.

In fact, although Jing Zheng was talking about confinement, he was probably far from being so gentle. To Jing Zheng, Zheng Xuran was likely a loyal and obedient pet that he had carefully cultivated. Jing Zheng spent some time training him, so Zheng Xuran had to be perfect and never allowed any mistakes.

This was probably Jing Zheng’s own special aesthetics, but for Zheng Xuran, it was absolutely miserable.

However, Gu Huai didn’t care much about these things. On the contrary, Mu Ci was very curious about Jing Zheng’s hair color and blue pupils. This was the first time he saw a mixed-race person face to face. He almost forgot the rules of being a polite guest and stared at Jing Zheng without blinking.

Jing Zheng couldn’t help laughing and looked at Mu Ci gently, “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

“Ah?” Mu Ci was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to reality and shook his head quickly. Subconsciously, he shrank into the sofa.

Jing Zheng couldn’t help laughing. Mu Ci gave people this feeling. He looked very cold and indifferent, as if he was thousands of miles away. But he always showed a kind of curiosity that was inappropriate for his age. Just a golden retriever on the road that could make people look at it for a long time.

The two contrasting personalities blended together without any sense of inconsistency in him, making people want to rub his little face heavily, hold him in their arms, and bully him severely.

Gu Huai immediately became alert and took Mu Ci’s hand to show Jing Zheng the engagement ring on his ring finger.

He warned with jealousy: “Don’t think blindly; this is my fiancée.”

Jing Zheng thoughtfully took out a business card and handed it to Mu Ci, saying with a chuckle: “You were forced, right? I don’t believe with Gu Huai’s bad temper; anyone would really be willing to be with him. If you can’t stand it anymore, just contact me. I have a much better temper than him.”

Mu Ci was at a loss for a moment and even subconsciously looked at Gu Huai. Jing Zheng’s hand was still in mid-air, a business card handed out in front of his eyes. It was neither a matter of taking it nor refusing. Gu Huai grabbed the business card with his hand and stuffed it into his own pocket without ceremony.

Gu Huai, familiar with Jing Zheng’s temperament, knew he was just joking, so he wasn’t angered. He laughed and scolded, “Okay, how can you poach someone in front of the real owner like this? Stop teasing him. He’s thin-skinned, and if he starts crying, you’ll have to comfort him.”

Mu Ci glared angrily at Gu Huai. He had a strong self-esteem and didn’t appreciate being teased with bad jokes.

Gu Huai, undeterred by Mu Ci’s glare, reached out and rubbed his head as if to coax him. “It’s still a while before dinner. Want to play with a gun? I’ll take you to the shooting room.”

“Gun?” Mu Ci, didn’t grew up in the modern world, had little exposure to firearms. Although he had watched gun battle movies, the prospect of actually handling a gun intrigued him, momentarily overshadowing his dislike for Gu Huai.

“Interested?” Gu Huai pinched Mu Ci’s face affectionately, stood up, and pulled him away. “Let’s go. Your husband will take you to shoot.”

Jing Zheng stood up dissatisfied. “Hey, no matter what, this is my territory. Why are you so familiar with it? Wait for me, and I’ll come over too.”

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The Jing family’s shooting range, located on the grassland behind the villa, had a beautiful architectural design with curved walls covered in plexiglass, shining brightly in the sunlight.

The firearm proved heavier than Mu Ci had imagined. The all-metal instrument felt cold and conveyed a sense of the weapon’s weight and purpose.

Gu Huai guided him on shooting and aiming, helping him put on the earmuffs. “Here, give it a try.”

Mu Ci, holding the rifle with a target fifty meters away, found it challenging, especially as a novice. Taking a deep breath, he followed Gu Huai’s instructions, carefully aimed at the bullseye, and pulled the trigger.

As the gun fired, Mu Ci swayed and groaned involuntarily. The rifle’s recoil was strong, and his weak wrist strength couldn’t control it, causing the bullet to miss the target and hit the wall.

Gu Huai rushed over, pulling open Mu Ci’s collar to inspect. Indeed, Mu Ci’s shoulder bore a bruise from the gun butt.

“It was my fault. I shouldn’t have let you play with a big gun in the first place.” Gu Huai touched Mu Ci’s shoulder.

“Does it hurt?”

Panicking, Mu Ci took a step back, fiercely opening Gu Huai’s hands and buttoning up his collar, pressing his fingers on the hem of his clothes.

When Gu Huai’s hand was rejected, he couldn’t help but feel anger. Unable to express it in front of others, he could only sneer through gritted teeth. “Why can’t I touch you? Why did you have such a big reaction?”

Mu Ci said nothing, and Gu Huai continued to mock him until he said, “Even a little girl wouldn’t be as bad at shooting as you. You’ve pampered you since you were a child, right?”

These words struck Mu Ci’s male pride, and biting his lip, he turned around, picked up a fruit knife from the small table behind him, and with almost no aiming, threw it along a different trajectory, accurately inserting it into the bullseye fifteen meters away!

Gu Huai was stunned. Who would have thought that the person in front of him, seemingly as fragile as a glass rose, actually had metal thorns.

Rubbing his wrist, Mu Ci knew he had hit the target without even looking back. He glanced at Gu Huai coldly, “I’ve been weak since birth, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have any skills at all.”

The martial arts master in the palace, specializing in teaching martial arts to the prince, had long known about Mu Ci’s physical shortcomings. He had taught him to use exquisite weapons like darts, daggers, and palm swords. Mu Ci had mastered these skills, evident by the shallow calluses on his fingertips.

Gu Huai, with unclear emotions in his narrowed eyes, looked at Mu Ci differently for the first time. If Mu Ci were more sensitive to people’s emotions, he might have noticed some admiration in Gu Huai’s eyes.

However, Mu Ci’s mind was consumed by Gu Huai’s recent contempt and ridicule. Clasping his fingers, he spoke as coldly as ice, “You should be lucky that in this world, one must pay for taking other’s life. Otherwise, I would have killed you.” He said as someone who had the intention to kill.

Gu Huai, unfazed by Mu Ci’s thoughts, even smiled and dangerously approached Mu Ci.

“No, you won’t.” Gu Huai grabbed Mu Ci’s hand, placing it in his large hand and rubbing it. “Your hands are so soft, and your heart is soft. Are you really willing to do it?” The last sentence was flirtatious, extremely intimate and ambiguous. Mu Ci’s expression darkened, and he raised his hand to strike, but Gu Huai intercepted him. With a little force, Mu Ci winced in pain.

Gu Huai sensed the fragility of Mu Ci’s wrist bones creaking under his fingers and said with a gentle smile, “See, I knew what you were going to do the moment you raised your hand. Such a little effort, you naively thought you could kill me.”

As he spoke, the strength in his hands increased gradually. He knew that Mu Ci harbored hatred and even contemplated killing him. When those words came out of Mu Ci’s mouth, anger surged, and he wanted to silence that mouth that consistently provoking him.

Afraid of the pain, Mu Ci couldn’t bear it any longer. His wrist felt on the verge of being broken by Gu Huai. The mask of composure began to crumble. He struggled, pleading, “Let go!”

Gu Huai nonchalantly relaxed his grip.

Stepping back, Mu Ci covered his bruised and purple wrist, eyeing Gu Huai warily. Finger marks were clearly visible on his wrist, and the pain was evident.

He resembled a cat whose tail had been stepped on, fur standing on end, nervously staring at the person in front of him, neither running nor approaching, but attempting to intimidate with a defensive posture.