My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Seeing the fruit knife in her hand, Du Jingyuan, the principal, and the middle-aged guard all turned pale.

Du Jingyuan was still being held tightly by Zhong Qingran. Even though the fruit knife was pointed at the principal, it was also very close to Du Jingyan.

Afraid that Du Jingyuan would be accidentally injured, the principal and the middle-aged guard didn't dare to act rashly.

"Madam, don't be impulsive. You'll scare the child like this. Let's talk nicely." The principal tried to persuade Zhong Qingran.

However, to Zhong Qingran, Du Jingyuan was the only bargaining chip she had to return to the Du family and become the Madam of the Du family all over again. How could she give up so easily?

For the past half a year, she had either been scolded and used as a punching bag every day in the Zhong family or ordered around like a servant. She couldn't live like this anymore. She really couldn't!

So, no matter what, she had to return to the Du family today and become the Young Madam of the Du family!

"Get lost!"

Zhong Qingran's eyes were red and a terrifying madness flashed in them. After roaring at the principal, she suddenly aimed the fruit knife in her hand at the middle-aged guard again.

"You, open the door for me. Hurry!"

While Zhong Qingran threatened the middle-aged guard, she didn't forget to hold Du Jingyuan's son tighter.

She looked determined and crazy, as if she would fight anyone who dared to snatch her son away from her.

The middle-aged guard didn't move and looked at the principal for help.

The principal shook his head slightly at the middle-aged guard, indicating that he couldn't drive.

In Zhong Qingran's current state, if the child was really taken away, his life might be in danger. So, he definitely couldn't let Zhong Qinran take the child away.

The school wasn't in a remote location. Someone outside saw this scene and immediately called the police.

"Miss, you must not do anything stupid. The child is innocent. You can't hurt the child."

"Right, Miss, talk nicely. You'll scare the child like this."

"Miss, you must be the mother of this child, right? The child looks frightened. What did the child do wrong? Tell the child nicely. We'll help you too."

"Right, right! Let's talk nicely. If the child is disobedient, we'll talk about the child for you together. As long as you're reasonable with the child, the child will listen."

More than a dozen people surrounded the huge iron gate of the school and persuaded Zhong Qingran all at once.

"Shut up!"

Zhong Qingran was probably annoyed by their argument. She shouted at the person outside the iron gate hysterically and immediately targeted the middle-aged guard again. "I told you to open the door. Didn't you hear me?"

Seeing that Zhong Qingran was getting more and more agitated, the middle-aged guard was anxious and didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, Du Jingyuan, who had been frightened into silence for a long time, said with a trembling voice, "Mom, Mom, don't be like this. I... I'm scared. I'm so scared."

At this moment, Du Jingyuan felt cold all over his body, as if his body was frozen, making him panic greatly.

If what happened a year ago made Du Jingyuan resist Zhong Qingran, his mother, right now, it had become fear.

Hearing her son's voice, Zhong Qingran was stunned for a moment. Then, she suddenly smiled and looked at her son. "Xiao Yuan, don't be afraid. Mommy is here. Mommy will bring you home. Don't be scared."

After saying that to his son, he suddenly looked at the middle-aged guard with a ferocious expression. "Did you hear that? My son is afraid. He wants to go home with me. Open the door quickly. Do you really want me to kill you before you will open the door?"