My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Du Jingyuan didn't want to go down to see his so-called mother, but under the strange gazes of his classmates and teachers, he still braced himself, got up, and walked out of the classroom.

After dawdling for a long time, Du Jingyuan finally walked downstairs.

When he went downstairs, he kept hoping that his mother would leave impatiently.

However, when he saw the woman waiting anxiously downstairs, he suddenly had the urge to escape back to the classroom.

But Zhong Qingran didn't give him this chance.

"Xiao Yuan, that's great. I missed you so much. I finally get to see you."

Seeing Du Jingyuan go downstairs, Zhong Qingran immediately ran over and held him in her arms, as if she was really a loving mother who missed her son very much.

The moment he was hugged, Du Jingyuan's entire body stiffened and he subconsciously wanted to push her away.

However, before he pushed her away, Zhong Qingran let go of him first.

Zhong Qingran took a step back and sized up her son lovingly as she said with a gratified expression, "Xiao Yuan, I haven't seen you grow taller in a year and you've gained a bit of weight. It seems that your father took good care of you."

Du Jingyuan took a step back uncomfortably and looked away, not daring to look at the person in front of him.

"Yes, yes, Dad treats me very well. Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, and Auntie dote on me too. I'm doing well." Du Jingyuan clenched his fists and replied nervously.

Zhong Qingran smiled. "That's good. As long as Xiao Yuan is doing well, Mommy will be relieved."

Du Jingyuan didn't know how to answer, so he could only respond vaguely and fell silent.

Zhong Qingran looked at her son's rosy face and the branded clothes he was wearing with excellent material. Then, she looked at the inferior goods she was wearing and a hint of jealousy couldn't help but flash through her eyes.

Her son was really living a good life. He was even better than her, his mother. It was really enviable.

"Xiao Yuan, look at Mommy."

Zhong Qingran raised her hands and grabbed her son's shoulders, forcing him to look into her eyes.

"Son, other students have fun with their parents. You must be very envious too, right? Your father hasn't remarried since he divorced me. He must still have me in his heart. Xiao Yuan, what about you? You must still have Mom in your heart, right?"

He didn't know if it was because of the psychological trauma from a year ago that he was a bit afraid of his mother now.

Especially when he looked at the eyes that were hiding something, he couldn't help feeling afraid and wanted to escape.

Du Jingyuan hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to meet those eyes that scared him again. "I... I still have class. I'll go to the classroom first. You should go home quickly too!"

After saying that, Du Jingyuan hurriedly broke free from Zhong Qingran's hands and was about to turn around and go upstairs.

However, Zhong Qingran suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Xiao Yuan, I knew it. I know you still have Mommy in your heart. Xiao Yuan, don't worry. Mommy won't leave you again. Mommy will never leave you again in this life. Come, Mommy will go home with you. Let's go home together. Our family of three will definitely be happy in the future."

Zhong Qingran ignored Du Jingyuan's wishes and forcefully pulled him out of the school. A hint of madness appeared in her dark eyes at this moment.

"W-What do you want to do? I still want to go to class. I won't go with you!"

Du Jingyuan, who was being pulled, panicked and wanted to shake off the hand that was grabbing his arm.