Chapter 12 Playing with Language as Art

When the car came to a halt, she realized that this was not Mu Cangchen's company, but a shooting gallery.

"Aren't we going to work?" she asked.

Right now, she felt like she had just survived a calamity. She was totally afraid to think about how she had been sold by her families, or her nerves would collapse in a minute.

She wanted to work right away, she wanted to fill her head with work and not give herself the chance to think.

Mu Cangchen got out of the car and led her into the shooting gallery. "You're at work right now. Your job is keeping me company in doing all the things I have to do."

Uh... well, you are my lord.

Ye Qiaoxi followed the man obediently and saw the boss running towards him.

"CEO Mu! Here you are, and I will give you your private room." The boss said politely.

The shooting hall was a membership system. Only the rich could afford the annual fee and play shooting. But Mu Cangchen was the VIP of the rich world. He had his own private room so he didn't need to go to the main hall.

Ye Qiaoxi and Mu Cangchen walked into a single room. The glass door reveals what was going on inside the room. Opposite the door was a long shooting passageway. There was a shooting target at the end of the shooting channel. There was an electronic monitor above the target showing how many rings the bullet had hit.

"Have you ever played?" Mu Cangchen asked.

"No. She had grown up in an orphanage. How could she have played with something so luxurious?

"Put on your earmuffs." He put the earmuffs on her.

When real firearms were to be fired, they would not only create a huge recoil, but also, cause hearing damage to the shooters. Because the shooting-range is not in the wild, the sound would be magnified endlessly.

He selected guns for the girls, Colt M1911A1, 45ACP caliber, and fired 7 + 1 rounds.

Ye Qiaoxi held the heavy gun, and there was a familiar feeling in her hand.

Mu Cangchen also put on his earmuffs. He picked up a Glock 17. He raised his arm and stood at the shooting position. With a casual shot, 10.9 loops suddenly appeared on the distant screen.

Ye Qiaoxi's eyes widened. This was the best!

Even though she wore earmuffs, she could still hear the sounds. For some reason, her heart sped up as she heard the gunshot. It was as if she had sensed some kind of call.

She continued to watch that Mu Cangchen fired. He fired eight shots in a row, each of them hitting the target’s center.

Her face twitched. Wasn't he a surgeon and the president of the Mu Corporation?

Had he ever been a special force soldier, or a mercenary? Why was his marksmanship so good? How could he know everything?

She suddenly understood something. The most lamentable thing in this world was that excellent people studied harder than everyone else. Rich people worked harder than you to earn money. It was obvious that compared to Mu Cangchen, her life was like a cup of plain water, completely useless.

Mu Cangchen emptied the bullets in the gun. He took off his earmuffs and put the gun down, "I'm going to the bathroom, and you can shoot it."

He walked out of the private room.

Ye Qiaoxi's eyes focused on the target in the distance. She could see the people that had harmed her appear in front of her. She slowly raised her hand and pulled the trigger like a man, letting out her emotion.

Every single shot of hers was filled with a towering rage. Why did her biological parents and older sister want to do this to her? Why did her lover do this to her?

Why did the people she loved the most betray her and hurt her?

Once the repressed emotions were shown, it was like a flood breaking through a dam, unstoppable.

Her finger was still pulling the trigger until she'd emptied out all the bullets!

Tears blurred her vision. Her eyelashes trembled and her tears were like broken glass fell to the ground. The gun fell from her hand onto the ground. She slowly crouched down and choked with sobs. "Why did you do this to me? What did I do wrong?"

Mu Cangchen stood outside the glass door and looked at the girl who was crying. He touched the glass with his hand. "Our game is only just beginning. I won't let you fall."

Ye Qiaoxi cried for a long time to adjust her emotions. She knew very clear that crying was useless. Everything would not be overwritten by tears. The people who harmed her were still her family.

Fortunately, Mu Cangchen didn't come back. He walked into the private room after she wiped the tears off her face.

He held a can of Red Bull, looking at the monitor in the distance. "This is to replenish your strength. It was a good shot. 78 rounds, almost all of the bullets hit the target's center. Have you ever learned how to shoot?"

"Huh?" she said, drinking the Red Bull and rifling through her brain. "No, I didn't."

Mu Cangchen's gaze landed on her small face. "This is the standard of an expert. Those who have never learned this skill finds it difficult to even hit a target."

Ye Qiaoxi was also surprised by herself. In the first two shots, she only managed to hit seven and eight rings, but all of them were above ten rings. "That... maybe I have some special talent?"

"Maybe." Mu Cangchen's lips twitched, "Let's go, my mother called me back to my house."

"OK." Ye Qiaoxi quickly took off her earmuffs and walked out of the room.

She looked at the man’s back and she was grateful. Thank you for allowing me cry.

She knew that from now on, she would follow this big boss and take this chance to stand strong. Even if life is a feather, she will pick them up all and tie them into a beautiful feather duster

The Mu Family's old residence and Mu Cangchen's villa were even more majestic.

Yes, majestic.

When Ye Qiaoxi saw the Mu family's old mansion, she thought of grandeur.

This was a huge mansion with the main building standing in the middle of the courtyard. On both sides of the main building were two side buildings.

Two rows of maids in maid uniforms lined up to welcome Mu Cangchen.

"Welcome home, young master. Madame is waiting for you in the parlor." An old maid came over and explained; she is Yu Yalan's personal maid supervisor, Sister Yu.

Mu Cangchen didn't say a word as he walked towards the parlor with ease and familiarity.

The parlor was a three-sided glass-fronted room with many orchids. Yu Yalan loved to drink tea there to enjoy the scenery and the flowers.

Ye Qiaoxi followed Mu Cangchen into the room to see Ye Yudong sitting beside Yu Yalan.

When Ye Yudong saw Ye Qiaoxi enter, she immediately ran over.

"Xi Xi! Sister was so worried about you! It's normal that you're too young to want to shoulder the family debt. Mom and Dad shouldn't have forced you." I am the elder sister; I will bear the debt of the family. I will not let you suffer!" Ye Yudong hugged Ye Qiaoxi.

Ye Qiaoxi clenched her teeth. Ye Yudong had really painted language into art. She was clearly distressed, but secretly scolded her for her selfishness!

She was obviously a victim of being sold by her family, but as Ye Yudong said, she became a selfish and unfilial girl. Ye Yu Dong became a filial daughter who endured the humiliation!