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

He looked around, confused, before making up his mind and moving forward. Without an ID card, finding a place to stay wasn’t easy. It wasn’t until the sky completely darkened and the night birds returned to their nests and almost midnight. Mu Ci reluctantly found a small hotel in a narrow alley that didn’t require an ID card and stayed.

There was also an embarrassing episode. The proprietress of the small hotel told him with a mysterious face that she could arrange special door-to-door service. Mu Ci didn’t know what special service was; he was just very tired. After riding in the car for a day, he was tired and worried. Just wanting to throw himself on the bed and sleep, he declined the landlady’s ‘kindness.’

As a result, the landlady looked at Mu Ci narrowly and made various explicit hints, “We also have men here, do you think…?”

Mu Ci understood in an instant. Blushing all the way to the base of his neck, he grabbed the small box next to him, rushed to the second floor as if running away, and entered the room, slamming the door.

The landlady muttered, “If you don’t want it, just don’t want it. Why are you in panic?” But judging from his appearance, if she really provided someone, the lady still had to pay him.

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The bed in the room had been made. Although it was narrow and plain, it was clean. If it were a luxurious hotel, Mu Ci feared he wouldn’t be able to check in without identifying himself.

Mu Ci put down his things and began to take off his clothes. He wanted to go to sleep directly, but the habit he had formed before still made him drag his sleepy body to the bathroom.

The equipment of the small hotel was very old, and the shower room had a brass nozzle and handle. Mu Ci had lived in Gu’s house before, and Gu Huai had only taught him how to use a constant-temperature shower. With something like this that required manual adjustment, it was obviously impossible to press a few buttons to produce hot water.

Mu Ci stood blankly for a while, then tentatively stretched out his hand to twist the brass handle, and the cold water sprayed down on his head, refreshing him.

At this time, it was cold, especially at night. There was no heating in the room. Mu Ci, with water on his hair, sneezed pitifully.

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The next day, Mu Ci went out to look for a rental house. He paid for the room in a small hotel for three days and searched for a rental house like a headless fly.

On the last day, he finally got lucky and met a college student, a senior preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. The study room in the school library was too crowded, so he wanted to find a place outside the school to study safely. He happened to meet Mu Ci, who was looking for a house at the same time.

Mu Ci, like a piece of warm jade of excellent quality, was very eye-catching wherever he went.

This college student had been the chairman of the Appearance Association for many years. He upheld the fine tradition whether the same sex or the opposite sex, as long as someone was good-looking, he was immediately attracted. He proposed to rent a room with Mu Ci.

Mu Ci, without an ID card, could only successfully rent a house by letting the college student do it, moving in quietly, and paying him half of the rent every month. He shared his idea with the college student, who, with more than ten years of safety education, waved his hand nonchalantly and agreed without much thought.

He stretched out his hand to shake Mu Ci’s hand and said, “We will be roommates from now on. It’s a pleasure to live together. My name is Wu Ming.”

This last name was rare. Mu Ci thought of an old friend from the past and couldn’t help but look at him.

Wu Ming, a college student with muscles as big as Mu Ci’s slender legs, had neatly cut blond hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and was wearing trendy sportswear. His body exuded something called youth.

In comparison, Mu Ci’s aura was calm. He gently squeezed Wu Ming’s finger and lowered his eyes, saying, “My name is Mu Ci. I’m glad to meet you.”

Mu Ci and Wu Ming began living together. The two-bedroom house was not too big, but with minimal luggage, it was just right.

On the surface, Wu Ming appeared very nervous, like a football captain running on the green field, but secretly, he was still a top student who stayed up late to study.

Mu Ci often saw him carrying a large pile of books, never leaving the bedroom door for a whole day. Sometimes Mu Ci would cut a piece of fruit and bring it to him, only to find a pile of mysterious professional books on his table, making people dizzy.

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Mu Ci put down the fruit plate, turned his eyes, and landed on the hanging bookshelf on the wall. The bottom row contained many ancient books, primarily metaphysics, ghosts and deities, Taoism, and a few books on herbal medicine.

Mu Ci couldn’t help but be stunned and asked dumbly, “Wu Ming, what does your ancestor… do?”

Wu Ming took off his earphones, probably wondering why Mu Ci asked like this, followed his gaze, and smiled. He got up and said, “Oh, you saw this.”

He retrieved an ancient Taoist book and spread it out on the table. The pages were a little yellowed, probably not the original. Real ancient books’ paper was brittle, breaking when turned over. Although this book was old, it was still strong and likely a reprint.

Wu Ming flipped through a few pages at random, “I heard that our ancestors were monastics for eighteen generations, so I have been exposed to these since I was a child. It was quite interesting, so I kept a few books and studied them when I had nothing to do.”

Staring at his slightly curly hair, a bold guess gradually formed in Mu Ci’s mind. He asked with difficulty, “Wu Zhushan… who is he to you?”

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became complicated. He stared at Mu Ci for a few seconds before slowly replying, “Wu Zhushan is my ancestor. I helped my family compile a genealogy some time ago and saw this name in it,”

Wu Ming recalled carefully. “A special family like ours has a strong obsession with tracing its origins, so we remember the past very clearly. This Wu Zhushan lived in the Yi Dynasty. I forget the specific year, but he was a Taoist priest.”

“I’ve seen him,” Mu Ci blurted out.

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment; then, his eyes turned to pity, and he looked at Mu Ci sympathetically. “God is really kind and fair. How could such a beautiful person be so stupid? People lived hundreds of years ago. Where did you meet him?”

Mu Ci took a deep breath, tried his best to make his tone sincere and credible, and said slowly, “I really knew him. At that time, he gave me a jade pendant.”

Wu Ming was confused. “What the hell?”

Mu Ci pulled up a chair and sat upright in front of him, as if he had a long story to elaborate on. Wu Ming was shocked by his serious aura. He couldn’t help but let go of the pen in his hand and listened attentively.

Mu Ci took a deep breath and told the truth about his origins, his experiences in the Gu family, jumping into a well, traveling through time—everything. He didn’t even care about the embarrassment and shared Gu Huai’s story. However, Wu Ming only responded with a shocked face that turned into an emoticon, and a hand that silently reached for the phone to call an ambulance.

“This man is definitely mentally ill, and his illness is very serious,” Wu Ming, a kind-hearted college student, looked at Mu Ci with great compassion, sighing in his heart.

He was so jealous of the beauty—how miserable the beauty was!

Wu Ming: (°□°)