The crowd, which had been excitedly discussing the show, stopped the moment Jing Min and Mo Sangyu approached.
It went silent instantly.
The laughter stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere froze.
Mo Sangyu spoke with a smile.
"Gentlemen, anyone interested in forming a team and trying out the shooting event?"
Some people quickly smiled and waved their hands to decline.
"Ah, I twisted my wrist a little, so I'm not able to accompany Mr. Jing and his wife today,"
Then others quickly realized what was happening and found suitable reasons.
"I just got a call. There's something going on at the company, and I need to go take care of it."
"I suddenly remembered I have a client scheduled a video conference later, I'm so sorry—"
Several young nobles, who were known for their "energetic" lifestyle, suddenly became busier and weaker than anyone else overnight, and they all found excuses to leave and slipped away quickly.
Anyone with eyes can see it clearly—
A gaming enthusiast? Just kidding.
In this situation, he dares not win, but he can't lose too obviously, and acting too much would be taboo.
It's so much trouble and effort for nothing, it's much easier to just quietly slip away.
The group made excuses to leave, secretly relieved that they hadn't been specifically called out.
Mo Sangyu glanced around dejectedly; everyone had already scattered like birds.
Only Chu Wuyang remained standing in the same spot.
She bit her lip, as if struggling internally, but ultimately walked over.
"Miss Chu, they all seem to have something come up, and you're familiar with this area, could you come with us?"
She secretly hoped that Chu Wuyang would refuse, so she politely added,
It's okay if you're not available.
Before Chu Wuyang could speak,
My first reaction was to ask someone to accompany me, but a cold male voice suddenly rang out beside me.
"Sang Yu, you're overthinking it."
Jing Min spoke calmly and unhurriedly, without even lifting his eyelids.
"Miss Chu is always polite and hospitable; she won't refuse you."
One sentence left Chu Wuyang with no chance to refuse.
The air was silent for a few seconds.
Mo Sangyu paused for a moment, then forced a smile after realizing what was happening.
That's great.
Chu Wuyang's expression remained unchanged; she merely raised a hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, her tone indifferent.
"Since Mr. Jing has spoken, I certainly wouldn't dare to disappoint you. Please, please."
The shooting range was brightly lit, and as soon as the soundproof door opened, a cold, metallic smell wafted out.
As soon as Chu Wuyang and his group arrived, a tall, slender figure was already waiting at the door.
Jian Zhou saw her from afar, and waved as she walked towards him, her voice filled with undisguised joy.
"Sister Yangyang!"
Chu Wuyang paused for a moment, then her expression softened, and she nodded at him.
Jian Zhou has already graduated and is working as an intern assistant by her side. He is always there for her on occasions where a male companion is needed.
He had just messaged to say he had something come up and would be late, but Chu Wuyang didn't think much of it, assuming he wouldn't come. Unexpectedly, he actually showed up.
He wore a well-tailored dark blue suit, his white shirt was buttoned up meticulously, and he looked handsome and had a proper demeanor, clearly having taken special care of himself.
The face was young but not immature, the features were much more mature, and there was a familiar shadow between the eyebrows and eyes.
He used to resemble Jing Min by a third, but after years of honing his skills, he now looks like he's five or six points more.
Chu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat.
She subconsciously turned her head to glance at Jing Min.
He was gazing at Jian Zhou, his expression indifferent, his eyes calm yet deep and unfathomable.
Jian Zhou, who had been smiling as he watched Chu Wuyang, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his steps faltered, and his expression stiffened slightly.
His gaze then shifted to the person behind Chu Wuyang—
How could I not recognize Jingmin?
I idolized him during my student days, and I also knew that he was Chu Wuyang's ex-husband.
That marriage was long over, and Jingmin now has a wife. Their past in Haicheng has long been forgotten.
After all, there are too many couples in this circle who marry for mutual benefit and then go their separate ways for the same reason, so no one really takes it seriously.
Although Jian Zhou was a little nervous, he didn't show it. He adjusted his tone and extended his hand with a serious and polite expression.
"Mr. Jing, hello. My name is Jian Zhou, and I am Ms. Chu's assistant."
Jing Min glanced at him indifferently.
The next second, he stepped over Jian Zhou without saying a word.
He walked straight into the house.
Jian Zhou's hand froze in mid-air. That glance just now felt like it had pierced his chest; he felt a tightness in his chest and a suffocating sensation.
Mo Sangyu sensed the awkward atmosphere and quickly chuckled as she reached out to defuse the situation for him.
"Hello, Mr. Jian, please take good care of me in the future."
Jian Zhou was mentally strong and didn't show any unusual expression. It's understandable that someone as important as Jing Min, whom most people wouldn't even meet, might look down on him, but he didn't feel inferior because of it.
"Yes, Mrs. Jing, you're too kind. It's all my pleasure."
The shooting range was bathed in cold, white light, with a slight echo.
Jing Min ran his fingers over the gun rack and pulled out a black long gun, his movements as practiced as if he had been handling it for years.
He casually twirled the gun, the metal swirling in his palm, but in the next instant, without warning, the muzzle turned sharply towards the doorway—
Jian Zhou had just stepped inside, speaking quietly with Chu Wuyang, when he looked up and saw a dark gun barrel pointed directly at him.
My breathing suddenly stopped.
"Jingmin!"
Chu Wuyang frowned and immediately called out to stop.
The man seemed not to hear, only lazily raising his eyes to slowly and methodically inspect the gun's components, his tone indifferent.
"The safety lock hasn't been opened yet, what are you afraid of?"
After saying this, Jing Min slowly moved the gun away and walked towards the firing position without looking back.
Stand still, raise your hand, aim, and with almost no adjustment, lightly pull the trigger with your index finger—
"Bang!"
The bullseye was hit perfectly, a clean and decisive strike, requiring no effort whatsoever.
Jian Zhou stood there, a layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead, forcing a smile.
"Mr. Jing's marksmanship is quite good; it gave me quite a fright."
Mo Sangyu gently smoothed things over.
"Don't worry, Ah Min is a very good shot, there won't be any accidental discharge."
Chu Wuyang remained silent, only pursing her lips as she gazed at Jing Min's retreating figure, her eyes deep and unfathomable.
Was that shot a warning or a hint?
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