Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Chapter 728: Do I Need to Send You a Bullet to Shut You Up?

Editor: Henyee Translations

Feng Jue’s demeanor remained unchanged as he calmly reached for the pistol.

Gu Jin maintained her stance, her grip firm on the gun.

Though both rooted in place, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

With a derisive sneer, Feng Jue challenged, “Are you really going to pull the trigger if I don’t let go?”

Gu Jin’s finger hovered over the trigger as she glanced at Gu Yang clinging to her arm. Suppressing the urge to fire, she reluctantly released her hold on the weapon.

Feng Jue deftly caught the pistol, twirling it casually in his hand.

Despite the circumstances, Gu Jin’s gesture wasn’t entirely unkind.

Feng Jue chuckled softly. “Impressive choice of firearm. Is this about Xiao Yize?”

Gu Jin’s demeanor remained icy as she retorted, “Need I send another bullet to silence you?”

Feng Jue’s smile faded, replaced by a pitiful look directed at Gu Yang. “Sister~”

Gu Jin’s temples pulsed with frustration.

Gu Yang tugged at Gu Jin’s clothing, her expression pleading. “Sister…”

Softening, Gu Jin reached out to ruffle Gu Yang’s hair. “Yangyang, it’s late. Go back to your room and get some rest.”

Gu Yang glanced back at Feng Jue with concern.

Feng Jue flashed her a reassuring smile. “Goodnight, Sister.”

Reluctant to leave, Gu Yang hesitated with each step. “Okay, I’m going. Remember, we’re family. Let’s talk things out calmly. Don’t act rashly.”

Gu Jin nodded in agreement.

Feng Jue echoed her with a nod.

As the door closed behind Gu Yang, their eyes locked, both preparing to strike.

Suddenly, the door creaked open again.

Startled, Gu Jin and Feng Jue quickly distanced themselves.

Gu Yang peeked into the room, catching sight of them engaged in what seemed like a friendly exchange from afar.

A peaceful and loving scene, indeed!

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When they noticed Gu Yang observing them, they both turned their heads in unison.

“I forgot to bid you goodnight. Sleep well,” Gu Yang’s voice drifted through the closing door.

Gu Jin and Feng Jue resumed their heated exchange once Gu Yang had retreated to her room.

Gu Jin struck first, landing a punch on Feng Jue’s eye.

Feng Jue retaliated, tossing the gun aside and engaging in the brawl.

Their voices remained hushed, but the impact of their blows was palpable.

That night, Gu Jin returned to her room, her expression frosty, limping slightly.

Meanwhile, Feng Jue applied a potent remedy to his bruises and injuries in front of the mirror, courtesy of Gu Jin. The medicine worked wonders, reviving his blood flow and dissipating stasis throughout the night.

The next day, Gu Zhaoming and his family boarded a plane bound for the capital.

All arrangements for the Gu Group’s affairs had been made by Gu Zhao for the following morning, including contacting the Gu family elders in the capital. The only thing left was determining the ideal timing for their return to the Gu family estate.

The occasion of Old Master Gu’s 80th birthday at the end of the month seemed fitting.

Upon landing, Gu Zhaoming led his family to meet the fifth elder who had come to welcome them. “Fifth Uncle.”

The elder belonged to the same generation as the family patriarch, Old Master Gu. While not Old Master Gu’s brother, he was younger, prompting Gu Zhaoming to address him as “Fifth Uncle” since childhood.

The Gu family boasted a lineage spanning centuries, steeped in aristocratic traditions. Titles like “Family Head” and “Elder” were revered and typically reserved for formal family gatherings.

In contemporary times, such formality seemed out of place in everyday interactions, risking perceptions of eccentricity.

The fifth elder, with his snow-white hair, exuded warmth and kindness.

He placed a reassuring hand on Gu Zhaoming’s shoulder. “Zhaoming, it’s a relief to see you home. You’ve always been a good child. It’s heartening that you’ve returned.”

“Thank you, Fifth Uncle, for never giving up on me all these years. I’ve come to realize the gravity of my actions. My grandfather invested so much in me with hopes of revitalizing our family. I regret allowing a moment of anger to cloud my judgment and neglecting my family duties.”

Gu Zhaoming sighed deeply. “I can’t help but wonder if it’s too late to make amends now.”