Imprisoned (1)

Gu Xiaoran had no choice but to go back to the room and throw herself on the big bed. She really didn't like the feeling of being imprisoned.

Just as she was feeling depressed, someone knocked on the door. She heard Uncle An's voice, "Miss Gu!"

Gu Xiaoran jumped up immediately, tidied her nightdress, and went to open the door.

Uncle An was holding a big box. He gave it to her, "This is from Young Master."

Gu Xiaoran took it, not knowing what it was.

She opened the box and saw that it was a dress. Her face turned red when she realized that she had been walking around in her nightdress all night.

"Young Master also said that you can leave the island tomorrow if you can answer the questions without making any mistakes first, Miss Gu."

She could go out?

Gu Xiaoran was immediately energized; she put the box with the dress on the bed and quickly sat down at the table before grabbing the question papers that she had been unwilling to touch.

Uncle An closed the door gently so as not to disturb her.

Mo Qing and Xiaoyue's father were comrades-in-arms, and Mo Qing had for some special reason once lived in Xiaoyue's house for a period of time.

She had met Mo Qing at Xiaoyue's house.

Mo Qing did not grow up in Hancheng. He had directly entered junior high school with a top score in the exam following his arrival in Hancheng. After studying for only half a year, he had gotten into College A with the highest score in the country and later on obtained a double degree in law and business administration from Harvard.

Gu Xiaoran had been full of admiration for that outstanding and handsome senior, and that had been how she had quietly given her heart away.

Since she had a crush on Mo Qing, and he was so outstanding, she had always been conscientious in her studies as she was afraid of being looked down upon by him. Therefore, her grades had been good in the past.

Because of the things that had happened to her family lately, she didn't have the mood to focus on her studies, and her grades had drastically lowered.

Although the questions that Mo Qing had come up with were tricky, she could still cope with them if she put her heart into it. However, it was already dawn when she finished them, and she fell asleep on the table after tossing her pen to one side. 

When Mo Qing came back, he saw Gu Xiaoran sleeping on the answer sheet.

She looked particularly obedient and peaceful when she was asleep.

He remembered that he had been sent to Hancheng for a mission when he was eighteen. His father was in a foreign country, so he had lived in Cheng Xiaoyue's house in order to conceal his identity. Gu Xiaoran was living just across the street from Cheng Xiaoyue, and the two were so close that they used to hang out together all day.

Cheng Xiaoyue was a willful crybaby, but Gu Xiaoran had always been very obedient. However, she would always be the one standing whenever they were bullied by other children even though she was very scared, protecting Xiaoyue like a little hedgehog. Every time he saw her do that, he thought that she was very cute. 

Reminiscing, Mo Qing reached out to touch her smooth face, but changed direction halfway and pulled out the answer sheet just as he was about to do it.

Although she had done horribly in the placement test, she had answered those questions quite well, which showed that she had put in effort.

She had gone all out in order to get out of that place. He bent over and carried her over to the bed gently, afraid of waking her up.

He turned his head and saw Uncle An standing at the door and looking at him with a puzzled expression.

He went out, closed the door, and went to the shooting room without explaining anything.

Uncle An quietly followed him.

Mo Qing put on the earmuffs, raised the gun and fired endless shots at the target.

He was good at shooting, and a gun only had two uses in his hands—for killing and for venting his anger.

After putting an end to those illegal trades, he was done killing, so a gun only had one use for him: to vent his anger.

The more and faster the bullets, the lousier his mood.