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

There were six exquisite and classical display cabinets, each containing jade pendants under bulletproof glass, placed in velvet. Each one appeared more precious and beautiful than the other.

“You bought this at an auction in the south two years ago. Do you still remember it?”

Gu Huai glanced at it, but he had no impression. He had visited the south two years ago for business discussions and might have bought it because it looked appealing.

“And this one. This one is quite old. It comes from your ancestors…”

While the curator continued talking, Mu Ci had already examined all six jade pendants. He shook his head in disappointment at Gu Huai, saying, “No.”

Gu Huai felt an instant surge of joy, almost wanting to hang two strings of firecrackers to celebrate. Without the jade pendant, Mu Ci couldn’t go back. If he couldn’t go back, he could only stay. There was simply no happier outcome.

But Gu Huai maintained a look of concern on his face and pretended to inquire from the curator, “Besides these, are there any other jade pendants?”

“Yes, there are,” the curator hesitated. “Those that are not very famous, I packed them up and put them in the warehouse.”

Mu Ci suddenly perked up, and Gu Huai berated himself inside his head– ‘why are you talking so much?!’

His face shifted from sunny to cloudy, and he wanted to pull out this fat man’s beard and kick him out.

“Then take them out and show them to us.” Gu Huai gritted his teeth and smiled, “Hurry.”

The curator, sensing something unsettling in that fierce smile, trembled violently and hurried back to the warehouse. He diligently found all the jade pendant boxes and placed them on the table in front of Gu Huai.

He smiled flatteringly, “Look, they’re all here. I’m sure not one is missing.”

Better if it was missing! Why were you so conscientious and diligent?!

Gu Huai felt angry but couldn’t express it. He watched Mu Ci stumble to the table and open the boxes one by one.

Gu Huai hoped he wouldn’t find it, so he refrained from helping. However, the curator eagerly joined Mu Ci. Luck wasn’t on his side; Mu Ci spotted the jade pendant after opening one of the boxes. His eyes lit up as he pointed at it, saying, “This is it; I recognize it.”

Gu Huai silently stabbed the curator again in his heart.

“Why did he keep my jade pendant…” Mu Ci held the jade pendant with a warm touch, “Since he lied to me, why did he keep it?”

Gu Huai, listening on the side, was frightened, fearing the rekindling of the old relationship. He wanted to intervene and speak ill of Ji Yunshu quickly.

But then he heard Mu Ci bitterly curse, “Liar!”

When he turned around, his expression was already very cold.

Gu Huai gently took the jade pendant from Mu Ci’s hand and whispered, “As promised, I will return it to you in three months. I’ll keep it for you in the meantime.”

Mu Ci looked at Gu Huai eagerly. He slowly placed the jade pendant back into the box, fastening the golden lock. His eyes held resentment, akin to a child denied cake before dinner.

Gu Huai couldn’t resist ruffling his hair and softly comforting him, “Okay, it’s not like I won’t give it to you. Isn’t it great that we found it? Now you can rest assured.”

Mu Ci glared at him angrily, shook off his hand, grabbed the crutch, and limped away.

Gu Huai sighed, gazing at his hands and recalling the soft, satin-like touch of Mu Ci’s hair moments ago. “Forget it, it’s too hasty. Let’s take it slow; there are still three months left.”

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Successfully finding the jade pendant brought great joy to Mu Ci. At least Gu Huai wasn’t lying to him. Maybe he could indeed go back.

But honestly, Mu Ci’s preferred ending was to return to Wu Ming and continue living an ordinary and happy life. Yet, in that case, if he was in the same world as Gu Huai, they would inevitably cross paths again. Despite having many troubles in the Yi Dynasty, at least Gu Huai wouldn’t be chasing him.

Mu Ci sighed, handed the crutches to the bodyguard, and got into the car.

On the way back, there was a bit of traffic, just as people were getting off work in the evening. Stuck in the commercial street traffic, Mu Ci spotted an ice cream shop through the car window. He remembered the brand –ice cream for five yuan each.

Mu Ci stared at the clerk in the red apron without blinking, watching her neatly make ice cream or prepare it.

Gu Huai noticed and asked, “You want to eat?”

Mu Ci nodded and was about to open the door when Gu Huai lukewarmly said, “No, I don’t know if things outside are clean. Don’t risk getting sick again. You want to eat ice cream? I remember we have a German chef at home who can make it fresh…”

“I want to eat this.”

Rarely did Mu Ci become stubborn about small things. Gu Huai looked at him in surprise. After eyeing the small shop outside, he sighed, compromised, and instructed the driver, “Forget it, go down and buy it for him.”

Mu Ci added, “I want strawberry flavor.”

The driver, in a crisp black shirt and handsome sunglasses, went down with a bitter expression – after all, he was once a frontline mercenary, now the chief driver and armed bodyguard of a wealthy family. He had licked blood and killed people with his hands. Could they please not make him do such a demeaning thing?!

Could you imagine a tall man in black with a murderous face squeezing in front of a small window, asking a girl for a strawberry ice cream?

No need to imagine; Mu Ci had already seen it. The little clerk girl was so frightened she almost slapped the driver’s face with ice cream. Pedestrians passing by also looked sideways.

In the chaos of war, Mu Ci was very worried: ‘Don’t knock off my ice cream!’