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

“I’m coming in?” Mu Ci took a few steps inside and bumped his knee against something like a sofa. With no light on inside, Mu Ci used the corridor light to find the switch on the wall.

When the light came on, the room’s situation became instantly clear, and a surprised look appeared on Mu Ci’s face.

In the corner of the room, a young man was curled up, his shirt wrinkled, hands tied behind his back. He laid on the ground awkwardly, struggling constantly, his face red, and breathing heavily with his mouth open.

This young man was very good-looking. Mu Ci knelt down, looked at his face carefully, and asked, “What’s wrong? Who locked you up here?”

Mu Ci’s eyes accidentally fell on the young man’s lower body, and he moved away as if burned— the man was already hard, and his pants were tented.

Mu Ci, a little embarrassed, said, “Um, are you okay? How about I…”

“Don’t go…” The young man convulsed in pain, curled up tightly, and said, “It hurts, help me… It feels so uncomfortable…”

“You…” Mu Ci looked at him at a loss for a while, then went over to help him untie the rope and stand up, saying, “What’s wrong? You’re covered in sweat…”

“Aphrodisiac,” the young man said with blurred eyes, gritting his teeth. “There’s also veritaserum used for torture… all injected…”

Mu Ci, stunned, immediately helped the young man into the bathroom, gently put him into the bathtub, filled it with cold water, and picked up the shower head to pour cold water on him.

The young man’s body was soaked; his white shirt clung tightly, and his skin was faintly visible.

Gradually, his face became less red, but his breathing was still rapid, his face pale, and his teeth clenched.

Mu Ci secretly glanced down, and there seemed to be no movement. Hesitantly, he asked, “Besides the aphrodisiac, what else did you inject?”

“Veritaserum…” The young man frowned, enduring extreme pain. “It’s been several hours…”

Mu Ci, stunned, knew that truth serum caused severe pain when injected. Who was so cruel to treat a defenseless young man like this?

“It hurts!” The young man screamed, arched up suddenly, and was almost submerged in the water. Cold water poured into his mouth, causing him to cough violently.

Mu Ci quickly pulled him out, and in panic, the two fell to the floor together. The hard floor tiles hit Mu Ci’s elbows.

Dizzy, Mu Ci got up; his long hair was messed up, sticking wetly to the side of his face. “What on earth did you do? Who did this to you?”

“…Made a mistake… Master…”

Mu Ci suddenly remembered Zheng Xuran whom Gu Huai mentioned at the gate and tentatively called the name.

The young man obviously reacted to the name Zheng Xuran. He raised his head weakly, searching for the source of the sound in a daze.

Mu Ci thought to himself, it was really him.

“Is there an antidote?” Mu Ci helped him lean against the wall and patted his face. “Be awake and tell me where the antidote is?”

Zheng Xuran pursed his lips tightly, as if he was very scared. Hesitating, but unable to bear the torturous pain, he finally spoke, “Go out and go to the second room on the left… there is a painkiller…”

Mu Ci nodded, “Just hold on, I’ll come back right away.”

Mu Ci turned around and left the bathroom. He quickly found the room where the medicines were kept, taking only a short while to locate the painkillers.

When Mu Ci returned to Zheng Xuran, he was surprised to find a man already standing in the bathroom.

This man was well-dressed, wearing a decent black suit. His right hand was in his pocket, and his left hand hung leisurely by his side. His exquisite cufflinks shimmered slightly in the light. He stood with his back to Mu Ci, looking down at Zheng Xuran, who was slumped in the corner.

Mu Ci couldn’t help but gasp, “…Jing Zheng.”

Jing Zheng turned around slowly and looked at Mu Ci casually, seeing his rolled-up sleeves, wet shirt, and the syringe in his hand. It was immediately clear who had the audacity to untie his punished little pet.

“Are you lost?” Jing Zheng looked at him calmly, his tone calm, the usual tone used by a host to his guests, “Your room is not here.”

Mu Ci felt danger inexplicably and held the hand holding the syringe.

Shivering slightly, “It’s not…Zheng Xuran, he…” His throat tightened for a moment, and he couldn’t speak.

Jing Zheng looked different from then. His eyes were very cold, even a little arrogant.

Probably seeing Mu Ci’s nervousness, Jing Zheng suddenly smiled and said gently as usual: “Child, go back to Gu Huai’s place and don’t interfere in other people’s family affairs.”

“But…” Mu Ci couldn’t bear to leave Zheng Xuran behind.

He glanced at Zheng Xuran across Jing Zheng. The man was still suffering from the pain, “He looks very uncomfortable…Did he really make a big mistake?”

“It didn’t matter whether it was big or small, Mu Ci. How to punish him only depends on my wishes.” Jing Zheng looked down at him slightly, “Gu Huai should be very nice to you; that’s why you are so naive.”

Mu Ci frowned, he didn’t like others calling him naive with pity, ridicule, and condescension.

Jing Zheng stopped paying attention to him. He turned to look at Zheng Xuran on the ground. His voice was lukewarm, but it carried a heart-stopping pressure.

“Xuran, you are refusing my punishment, aren’t you?”

Zheng Xuran heard this. His voice suddenly trembled, and he stretched out his hand to pull Jing Zheng’s trousers, “No… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Master, I was wrong…”

Jing Zheng kicked Zheng Xuran to the ground without mercy and then stepped on him. He took off his left hand, and the leather shoe crushed his fingers and palm so hard that you could almost hear the sound of the finger bones breaking.

Zheng Xuran burst into heart-rending wails. He struggled, used his good right hand to push Jing Zheng’s feet, and begged miserably: “No, please, master, I know I was wrong, please…”

Jing Zheng looked at him coldly and said, “When you followed me, I told you that you can leave if you can’t bear it. I will never stop you. But if you choose to stay, you must obey my orders. If you make a mistake, you will be punished. Have you forgotten?”

Another hard kick hit Zheng Xuran’s soft abdomen, where the internal organs were located and the most vulnerable. Zheng Xuran let out a low cry, laid on the ground, and coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood mixed with the water on the ground, which was shocking.

Mu Ci couldn’t help but open his eyes wide. This was the first time he had witnessed atrocities happening in front of his eyes. A kind of sympathy and anger towards Jing Zheng suddenly ignited.

He took a step forward and was about to push Jing Zheng away but was suddenly blocked by someone who grabbed my wrist from behind.

“Mind your own business.” Gu Huai pressed his shoulder and said softly.

He came here with Jing Zheng, but he was just a step slower.

Mu Ci looked at him with disgust, struggled for a moment, but was ruthlessly suppressed.

Over there, Zheng Xuran was struggling to get up from the ground, enduring the pain all over his body, and kneeling at Jing Zheng’s feet, hanging his head extremely weakly. His fingers were bent unnaturally, resting on the hem of Jing Zheng’s trousers.

His voice suddenly choked up, and his throat trembled violently, “Why do you do this to me? I just made a mistake with a small order; is it so unforgivable? I just, I just like you, I love you so much, love you so much. I, I…”

At the end of the conversation, he could hardly continue, and his breath was heavy in Zheng Xuran’s chest, making him unable to breathe.

Jing Zheng looked down at him and suddenly smiled. He leaned down and pinched Zheng Xuran’s chin, “Of course, I know you like me, but I said from the beginning that I only need an obedient, loyal, and capable dog. Maybe, you are not even qualified to be a dog, I have no reason to let you stay with me.”

Zheng Xuran was shocked, and his left hand dropped weakly.

“Ah, Master…” Zheng Xuran endured the suffocating pain, closed his eyes, and rubbed the back of Jing Zheng’s hanging hand with his cheek, humiliated without any self-esteem, “I will work hard to be a dog that satisfies you…”

Jing Zheng stroked his sweaty hair like a pet, then asked Mu Ci for the injection, and threw it to Zheng Xuran, “Then that’s the punishment for today; inject the antidote yourself.”

Zheng Xuran held up the syringe with his uninjured right hand and replied in a low voice: “Yes, Master.”