Gain A Cute Wife By 'Kidnap'

Chapter 202 - The Gun

Elina's anger surged, her veins visibly pulsating. That little troublemaker would soon regret his actions.

“What's wrong, Lina? Feeling uncomfortable?” Hee Meier, seeing Elina's shallow breaths, expressed concern and inquired.

“No, I'm fine,” Elina replied, attributing her condition to the heat with a chuckle.

“Are you sure? I can have the servant adjust the temperature.”

“Alright.”

Her smile concealed a trace of bitterness. She couldn't bring herself to laugh. She felt ignored by Mu Xiaoxiao and provoked by Shang Mingming.

Mu Xiaoxiao, now upstairs, worried that Mu Sifa might go too far with Shang Cijie, hesitated outside her room, anxiously glancing at Mu Sifa's door.

She wondered if her brother would resort to violence against Xiaojie.

The more she pondered it, the more likely it seemed. Unable to wait any longer, Mu Xiaoxiao rushed over.

“Aunt, I want to come to your room to play. We have to leave.”

Shang Mingming began to fuss in her arms.

“Can you wait a little longer? Aunt needs to check on Xiaojie.” Mu Xiaoxiao tried to soothe him.

“No, no, no! I'm going to Aunt's room to play now. I'm going.”

His shouts grew louder, eventually turning into tears.

Mu Xiaoxiao was taken aback. Who would dare to approach now? She quickly carried him back.

“Alright, alright, alright. Let's go to Aunt's room. Stop crying!”

Oh my! Why was this little one crying for no reason? Mu Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly.

Clearly, Shang Mingming was doing it on purpose to prevent Mu Xiaoxiao from intervening.

He was concerned for Shang Cijie's safety, but he knew that the current Shang Cijie was different. He wouldn't let himself be bullied by Mu Sifa.

Shang Mingming's suspicions were confirmed. In Mu Sifa's room, Shang Cijie was sitting atop him, a pistol aimed at his forehead. He sneered, “Do you really think I'm the same Xiaojie from before? That you can pressure me? How absurd.”

This scenario unfolded as Mu Sifa lifted Shang Cijie and attempted to teach him a lesson by tossing him onto the bed. Unexpectedly, Shang Cijie was armed with a gun and swiftly turned the tables.

“When did I ever say you were okay? When did I bully you?”

Mu Sifa remained composed; he had experience with guns. However, what startled him was Shang Cijie's drastic personality shift and his audacity in carrying such a dangerous weapon.

“Where have you been all these years? What happened to you? Why do you have a gun?”

“Is that your concern? What's it to you?” The gun pressed against Mu Sifa's head intensified, and Shang Cijie's eyes burned with anger.

“Why shouldn't I care? You, Shang Xiaojie, are my spouse. How many times must I say it for you to understand?”

“Ha! Your spouse? As your mother said, I, Shang Xiaojie, have no reputation. What kind of spouse do you have?” His tone was cold and mocking.

“Fine, you want a title, right? We'll head to the Civil Affairs Bureau now. I'll give you the name Shang Xiaojie.”

In the past, Shang Cijie would have been elated, but now he found it amusing, especially since Mu Sifa sounded as if he were pleading with him.