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

Wu Ming went to class all day and came back in the evening. The first thing he did was to come over and ask Mu Ci how the results were.

Mu Ci got up sleepily, washed his face, and whispered everything he knew.

Wu Ming was almost stunned by the shock, and after being stunned for a long time, he said silently: “This…. this is really a huge evil fate!”

Mu Ci turned his face away, with a sad look on his face.

Wu Ming asked again: “Then what are you going to do? Do you want to find a way to go back and get it? Will Gu Huai give you the jade pendant?”

Mu Ci smiled bitterly, “Give me the jade pendant? He probably peels off my skin when he sees me. I already escaped like this; how can he be not angry.”

“Then what do you mean…”

“I don’t want the jade pendant anymore.” The bitter smile on Mu Ci’s face faded away, leaving only deep fatigue and indifference. “That’s it, stay here, hide as long as I can. If I can’t hide anymore, it depends on God’s will.”

When he said this, he had a feeling of decadence, as if he had been trying hard for a long time, but it was all in vain. Wu Ming looked at him and felt although this man looked young on the outside, he was like an old man on the inside.

“You…” Wu Ming said hesitantly, “It doesn’t matter if you live like this or live a normal life. It may be a little harder to find a job, but it won’t be impossible to find it. There is always a way.”

There were always better ways in this world than the ancient times. With so many opportunities, how could the twenty-first century push people to a dead end?

Wu Ming displayed his radiant optimism as usual. Even Mu Ci was infected by him and nodded with a smile.

Now that he had decided to live a good life in the future, Mu Ci went out to find a job after two days of resting at home.

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The first thing he did was to cut off his long hair, which was a kind of farewell to the past.

Tony, the worker at the barber shop, had probably never seen a man with such long hair. He checked with him several times whether he really wanted to cut it before he took the scissors cautiously.

Mu Ci looked at the black hair falling one by one in the mirror, and his heart was filled with a hearty pleasure, without any nostalgia or reluctance. If he had no feelings for the hair that he had grown for several years, what about the people? Maybe he really was a cold-natured person.

Because Mu Ci only asked for a short haircut, the barber took it upon himself to give him a Japanese-style haircut, which was very suitable for a delicate and fair-skinned person like him. At first glance, he looked a bit like a popular star.

Mu Ci fiddled with the broken bangs on his forehead, probably still in the novelty period of changing his hairstyle, and stared at himself in the mirror without blinking.

Tony performed normally this time, with a decent haircut, but he couldn’t resist Mu Ci’s good looks. With that look, his haircut level suddenly improved by several levels.

Tony wanted to record a video of him and post it online to increase his popularity. Unexpectedly, Mu Ci felt like he was in danger after hearing this and shook his head repeatedly, saying no.

Although Tony was not very happy, he didn’t force anything. He sent him out with kind words, advised him about washing his hair, and invited him to come back next time.

However, he still murmured a little in his heart; this person was so panicked, could he be a wanted criminal?

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Other things in life were fine. Only finding a job is really difficult.

Regardless of Mu Ci’s lack of academic qualifications, the most important thing was he didn’t even have an ID card. He was a complete shady character and shouldn’t be existed here. Because of this, Mu Ci was once very anxious and even had strong self-doubt about himself.

One day, he passed by an alley and suddenly saw a recruitment notice posted on a telephone pole. It was a private calligraphy interest class looking for a calligraphy teacher. Mu Ci couldn’t help but look at it a few more times and saw the address of the calligraphy class written at the bottom, which was in the alley.

With the idea of trying wouldn’t hurt, Mu Ci walked in.

The environment of the calligraphy class was good. There was a grapevine trellis in the courtyard. At this time of year, the temperature was getting higher and hotter day by day. It was not cold anymore to wear short sleeves at noon. The grapevines in the courtyard were also lush and green.

Mu Ci glanced at the lazy tabby cat on the wall, turned around, and walked into the room.

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In the small living room, there was a tall and thin man sitting behind the desk, cutting watermelon. Seeing Mu Ci come in, he raised his eyes and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Mu Ci hesitated for a moment, then whispered: “I see you are recruiting a calligraphy teacher, and I want to give it a try.”

“Oh, sit down first.” The man wiped the watermelon juice on his hands, pulled out an information sheet from the messy bookshelf, and handed it to him, “You first fill out the form.”

Mu Ci pulled up a chair and sat down. He only filled in his name and age before getting stuck. The tip of his gel pen wandered over the educational column a few times, and finally, he said sincerely: “Sorry, I don’t think I could do it. I didn’t go to school.”

“Ah?” The man was surprised, “You never went to school?”

“Not really…” Mu Ci struggled to think of a suitable word, “I study at home, and there are several teachers who come to teach me…”

“Is there anyone who has not received compulsory education these days?” The man waved his hand, “No matter where you went to school, we only accept undergraduates. Do you have a bachelor’s degree?”

Mu Ci shook his head sadly. He stood up immediately and apologized: “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

When he went out, he happened to bump into a woman in her forties coming in. As they passed each other, the woman was suddenly attracted by Mu Ci’s face. She stretched out her hand to stop him, “What are you doing?”

“He’s here to apply for a calligraphy teacher position,” the tall and thin man replied without raising his head, “But it doesn’t meet the hard requirements.”

“Rules are dead; people are alive. Don’t be so rigid,” the woman said with a smile, inviting Mu Ci in.

“Write a few words first and let us see. The calligraphy teacher doesn’t ask for anything else, just good calligraphy skills.”

The tall and thin man, presumably the woman’s subordinate, sighed and took out a piece of rice paper from the drawer, along with a brush and ink.

Mu Ci picked up the pen, took a shallow breath, and wrote a few words on the white rice paper— ‘morality, justice, etiquette, benevolence, and belief’ which he had learned since childhood.

The older the calligraphy, the more charming it was. Mu Ci’s skill was only average at best in a place like the palace, but in modern times, he could truly be called a master. His brushwork was classical, and his movements were steady—not like the arrogance that most people pursue, but with the same light beauty as the penholder.

The woman watching beside him was amazed and gave a thumbs up. Of course, about 30% of this exaggerated praise was for Mu Ci’s appearance, but the usually aloof man next to her also showed a look of praise.

Mu Ci wasn’t used to showing off his talents in front of everyone, so he asked awkwardly, “Is this okay?”

“Of course,” the woman replied, picking up the calligraphy and admiring it carefully. Her eyes moved back and forth between the rice paper and the Mu Ci’s face.

Suddenly, she smiled slyly, “But I have a request. Can I take a few photos to promote the enrollment? I will give you an extra five hundred yuan per month for publicity.”

Mu Ci hesitated, but the woman quickly grasped his sore spot, “You see, you have no academic qualifications. We couldn’t have you in the first place. If you don’t cooperate with this small request…”

She didn’t say the rest, but Mu Ci understood. He thought about and finally nodded.