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

Gu Huai pushed Mu Ci onto the bed before nine o’clock that night. Mu Ci felt very strange. Normally he would accompany Zheng Xuran at this time. They would watch a movie, while Gu Huai would read some information in the study – neither of them were people who went to bed so early.

But soon he couldn’t think anymore. Gu Huai’s desire was particularly strong tonight. Soon he was involved in the whirlpool of pleasure and lust. Apart from moaning and begging for mercy, he couldn’t even say a complete sentence.

At half past eleven in the evening, Jing Zheng walked in from the backyard of Gu Mansion. When the guard by the wall saw him, he just nodded and said hello in a low voice, “Young Master Jing.”

It seemed that Gu Huai had already informed them in advance.

Perhaps out of negligence, Gu Huai forgot to give him the spare key to the room. There was no way to get it at this time, so Jing Zheng had no choice but to climb in through the window. The second floor was not very high, and Jing Zheng’s skills were so good that he landed as silently as a wild cat.

The man was lying on the bed, breathing evenly. Jing Zheng looked at his peaceful sleeping face through the moonlight and felt a pang in his heart. Although it had only been a week since they last met, Jing Zheng felt as if a whole year had passed.

He walked towards the bed as quietly as possible, looking down at the person.

Zheng Xuran was a light sleeper and felt someone approaching almost instantly. His consciousness became extremely clear the moment he opened his eyes, and his right hand quickly reached under the pillow to touch the gun.

The Jing family had one foot in the underworld, and Zheng Xuran had also received special training as an assistant. This action was completely his conditioned reflex, but he came up empty. The moment of clarity dissipated again; Zheng Xuran narrowed his eyes in confusion. His brain began to operate slowly and normally: he was no longer in Jing Mansion, and he no longer had a gun under his pillow.

Zheng Xuran sat up suddenly and looked sharply at the uninvited guest under the dim moonlight. When he saw Jing Zheng’s face, Zheng Xuran was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he asked in a low voice, “How did you get in?”

Jing Zheng pointed to the half-open window behind him. “I crawled in from there, and I brought you a rose from the garden on the way.”

Jing Zheng handed the perfectly blooming flower in his hand to Zheng Xuran’s eyes, as if he were Romeo at night meeting with Juliet, full of affectionate.

Zheng Xuran felt annoyed for no reason. He slapped Jing Zheng’s hand away and wanted to tell him to get out loudly, but three years of habitual obedience prevented him from saying that word to his former master. Zheng Xuran stared at him angrily. After a long time, he finally said coldly, “Please leave!”

Jing Zheng looked at him. “I do plan to leave, but you have to come with me.”

“Come with you?” Zheng Xuran secretly clenched his fists. “Go back to being your dog? I’ve had enough, Jing Zheng. You don’t need me as a dog by your side. Stop playing love games with me here! You think I’m someone who comes and goes easily? A plaything?!”

“I didn’t treat you as…” Jing Zheng paused and said slowly, “I admit that I was not good to you before and was a jerk, but I can promise that I will not treat you now or in the future as a plaything.”

His voice was steady and calm. Zheng Xuran had often heard such a voice, whether it was ordering him, instructing him, or teasing him in bed. It was always such a low tone.

Zheng Xuran’s heart trembled. He gritted his teeth and pointed to the door. “Get out, now!”

“I already said, I won’t leave alone. I want to take you with me.” Jing Zheng stepped forward and reached out to grab Zheng Xuran’s shoulder.

Zheng Xuran dodged sideways, grabbed Jing Zheng’s arm, and tried to push him away.

But in fact, Zheng Xuran was still an ordinary person before he entered the Jing family. It was Jing Zheng who personally taught him fighting skills for a year. Putting aside his weak foundation, Jing Zheng was very familiar with his tricks and suppressed him in three or two strokes.

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During the struggle, Zheng Xuran fell from the bed. His right calf had no intuition at all. He suddenly became unstable and fell forward.

Jing Zheng hugged him. Zheng Xuran pushed him hard and beat his arm. Jing Zheng was stunned and didn’t say a word, but Zheng Xuran’s struggle was too violent. Jing Zheng was afraid of hurting him, so he simply picked him up.

Zheng Xuran was going crazy. He yelled, “Let me go! Are you crazy! You said you don’t want a waste, why are you back?! Is it fun to treat me like a fool?!”

Jing Zheng was a little worried that Zheng Xuran’s voice would wake Mu Ci up. After all, the little watchdog was quite stubborn. Gu Huai would follow his fiancée words and only helping him behind Mu Ci’s back.

Jing Zheng couldn’t do anything, so he lowered his head and kissed Zheng Xuran’s mouth.

The screams stopped for a moment, and then Jing Zheng felt a tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue; Zheng Xuran bit him mercilessly.

Jing Zheng smiled fiercely. “Okay, after a few days of not seeing each other, you have developed your skills and you are not obedient at all.” He kissed Zheng Xuran’s forehead with nostalgia again and whispered, “But it doesn’t matter, you are not perfect either, but I still like it very much.”

There was a touch of bright red on Zheng Xuran’s lips, which was Jing Zheng’s blood. He panted and stared at Jing Zheng, gritted his teeth, and said, “Put me down!”

“I’ll put you down when I get back home.” Jing Zheng hugged him and walked towards the door.

As he passed the table, Zheng Xuran’s eyes flashed. He raised his intact left leg and slammed his knee against the hard corner of the table.

This time it was so cruel, it was like hitting the enemy’s belly. But it was a hard and sharp corner of the table. Zheng Xuran’s knee was bound to break if it hit it, and the kneecap was so fragile that it was unlikely to be destroyed.

Jing Zheng had no time to react, so he could only hold Zheng Xuran and turn around violently, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Zheng Xuran took the opportunity to break away from him and climbed up while holding onto the wall. Most of his body weight rested on his left foot, and his unconscious right leg landed weakly on the ground. He stared at Jing Zheng coldly. “I have lost one leg anyway, so I don’t have to worry about losing another one. I can’t beat you, but I guarantee that you can’t bring me back to the Jing family alive. You can try.”

Jing Zheng looked at him with complicated eyes, then sighed, took a step forward, and whispered to himself, “Actually, I didn’t plan to use this thing.”

Zheng Xuran frowned deeply, and saw Jing Zheng cover it up with lightning speed. He took out a small object from his pocket and sprayed it at him. Almost instantly, Zheng Xuran smelled the smell of ether, and then his head became dizzy, and his consciousness completely dissipated within a few seconds.

Jing Zheng caught Zheng Xuran’s fallen body, put it on his shoulders, opened the door, and walked away.

He casually sent a text message to Gu Huai: “It’s done. I owe you a favor.”