Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities
Chapter 727 - 727: Sister, Don’t Be Impulsive. Ah Jue Doesn’t Deserve Death!

Chapter 727: Sister, Don’t Be Impulsive. Ah Jue Doesn’t Deserve Death!

Editor: Henyee Translations

Gu Zhaoming rested a hand on Feng Jue’s shoulder, speaking with earnestness. “Jue, you’re grown now. It’s time to act more mature. Don’t keep bothering your sister to fetch dolls for you in the future.”

Feng Jue blinked innocently. “But Sister was the one who offered to help me get the doll. Isn’t that right, Sister?”

Gu Yang nodded with a smile. “Yes, that’s right.”

“Indeed, Yangyang and Xiao Jue are inseparable. You and your father are just envious,” Ruan Xueling remarked, casting a disapproving glance at Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei.

Secretly, she too felt a pang of envy.

Yet, Yangyang was her daughter, and she could arrange for her to indulge in doll play another time.

Ruan Xueling instructed the nanny to take Feng Jue’s belongings upstairs before urging Feng Jue to blow out the candles and cut the cake. Soon, everyone showered him with gifts and well-wishes.

Since the end of the college entrance exams, home matters had kept Gu Yang and her friends from gathering properly.

Seizing the opportunity of Feng Jue’s birthday, they relished the chance to reunite for a celebratory drink.

“Yangyang, I heard from my dad that your family’s relocating to the capital?” Zhu Di’s inquiry prompted all eyes to turn toward Gu Yang.

Zhu Di’s father, Zhu Qi, maintained a close friendship and business partnership with Gu Zhaoming, hence the transparency about the Gu family’s plans to move.

Gu Yang confirmed, “Yes, that’s correct. My father’s hometown is in the capital, and we’re returning there.”

“It’s all good. Wherever we go, our No.1 Middle School Group will stick together!” Lu Mao declared proudly.

Gu Yang arched an eyebrow. “Confident as ever, Little Fatty. How do you think you did in the college entrance exams?”

Lu Mao scratched his head, chuckling. “I reckon I did better than usual. I’m aiming for Capital University.”

Gu Yang didn’t speculate about her own performance, but she had a sense it wasn’t far off her usual standard.

“In a few days, the results will be out. Hopefully, the No.1 Middle School Group can reunite in the capital. But for now, let’s raise a toast to the birthday boy, Feng Jue,” Zhu Di proposed, lifting her glass.

Gu Yang, Feng Jue, and the others followed suit, clinking glasses in unison.

As the party wound down, Gu Zhaoming arranged for the family driver to take Zhu Di and the rest home.

Gu Yang assisted Feng Jue in carrying the gifts back to their room.

As they entered, Feng Jue pressed her against the door and kissed her passionately.

Gifts lay scattered across the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Gu Yang’s knees weakened from the intensity of the kiss.

In the midst of her swirling emotions, a knock disrupted the moment.

Startled, Gu Yang pushed Feng Jue away, her breaths ragged.

Feng Jue’s expression darkened, his lips tight with displeasure as he gazed at Gu Yang.

Feeling a pang of guilt, Gu Yang hesitated.

The knock came again, more forceful this time.

Feng Jue swiftly shielded Gu Yang, his demeanor protective, as he answered the door to replace Gu Jin standing there, clearly unamused.

His tone bristled with annoyance. “Gu Jin, it’s late. What do you want?”

Gu Jin’s gaze swept over Feng Jue before settling on Gu Yang.

Caught under her elder sister’s scrutinizing gaze, Gu Yang’s guilt intensified, her skin prickling with sweat as if caught red-handed.

Forcing a smile, she greeted Gu Jin meekly. “Hi, Sister. Good evening.”

Gu Jin’s gaze turned icy as it landed on Gu Yang’s now swollen lips.

As Gu Jin entered the room, she slammed the door shut behind her.

Without preamble, she retrieved a pistol from the gift box she carried, pointing its dark muzzle directly at Feng Jue’s head.

Gu Yang’s eyes widened in shock. A real gun? Was her Big Shot Sister really playing such a dangerous game?

In a panic, Gu Yang rushed to Gu Jin, wrapping her arms around her elder sister’s in a desperate plea. “Sister, please don’t do this. Feng Jue doesn’t deserve to die!”