Chapter 8: I Am His Future Wife
Editor: Larbre Studio
But Mo Jun knew that his guard was always up; there was no way he could fall for her just like that.
In their past life, it took a long time before he developed feelings for her.
“I’ll help you, can you get up?” Mo Jun immediately shook off those memories and placed his arm around her neck for support.
Hao Yansen said nothing, simply using her support to stand up.
Although his injury was severe, his expression and steps were calm. This man was always like that, no matter how perilous the situation, he could handle it with ease.
Even donating his beating heart to her was done with such nonchalance…
At the thought, Mo Jun felt a sharp pain in her heart.
“You’re not allowed to hurt yourself anymore, got it?” she said, her tone unavoidably authoritative.
Hao Yansen, who was more than a head taller than her, looked down at her fair and clean face, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Was she giving him orders?
A woman he had just met was talking to him with such familiarity.
Though Hao Yansen found it strangely taken for granted, he still wanted to object.
He was about to speak when several people suddenly approached from ahead. The one leading was his subordinate, Shang Shi.
After receiving his notice, Shang Shi had come at top speed, but seeing Hao Yansen being supported by a woman, he approached with a sense of guilt, “Young Master, I’m sorry, we’re late, you’ve suffered!”
“It’s fine.” Hao Yansen withdrew his arm, allowing Shang Shi and the others to support him, then his gaze meaningfully shifted towards Mo Jun. It was obvious he no longer needed her help, so…
However, Mo Jun met his gaze and immediately instructed Shang Shi, “He’s been shot in the waist, and the bullet is still inside. You must quickly help him remove the bullet. Remember, he has less than half an hour left. Missing this time frame would be very dangerous.”
Shang Shi looked at her with astonishment, instinctively asking, “Excuse me, are you my young master’s friend?”
The natural tone she used to order him around implied she must be someone the young master was familiar with, right?
“No, I’m not his friend,” Mo Jun denied crisply. She glanced at Hao Yansen and said abruptly, “I am his future wife.”
Shang Shi and the others’ eyes widened in shock, as did Hao Yansen himself.
The thoughts of Shang Shi and others: Young Master, you just left for a few hours, how come you already have a fiancée, did we miss something?!
Hao Yansen: I also have no idea I have a fiancée!
Mo Jun didn’t care about their thoughts at the moment. After dropping this bombshell, she turned to leave.
“Wait—” Hao Yansen immediately called out to stop her. Mo Jun turned around, her clear eyes looking squarely into his, “Is there anything else?”
“Miss, I don’t recall ever saying I would marry you,” Hao Yansen reminded her with a slight smile, not mincing his words.
Mo Jun blinked, not the least bit embarrassed, “You can think of it as me marrying you.”
Shang Shi and the rest widened their eyes again. Were they in the wrong world? Was this really a world of male dominance and female submission?
Could it be they had been transported by some mysterious force to a world where women were superior to men?
“Also, remember my name is Mo Jun, Jun as in the bamboo ‘Jun’ (with a second tone).” After that, Mo Jun gave him a shallow smile and turned to walk away.