My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Zhong Qingran said as she approached the middle-aged guard with the fruit knife in her hand.

Seeing this, the middle-aged guard quickly estimated in his mind and suddenly grabbed Zhong Qingran's hand that was holding the knife.

"Run!"

The moment he grabbed Zhong Qingran's hand, the middle-aged guard hurriedly shouted at Du Jingyuan.

Du Jingyuan also wanted to run, but his hand was still held tightly by Zhong Qingran, as if they were stuck together and he couldn't break free at all, making him so anxious that his eyes turned red.

The principal reacted and quickly went forward to help break Zhong Qingran's grip on Du Jingyuan's hand.

"Bad people, you bad people who will die a horrible death. How dare you snatch my son? I'll fight you to the death. I'll kill you!"

Zhong Qingran shouted crazily. Perhaps because she was extremely agitated, she was surprisingly strong.

Du Jingyuan was in pain from her grip, but he gritted his teeth and didn't scream in pain at this moment.

"Mom, please don't do this, okay? Mom, don't be like this."

Du Jingyuan's eyes were red as he looked at Zhong Qingran, who looked crazy in front of him, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Be careful!"

Someone outside the school gate exclaimed.

"Ouch…"

The middle-aged guard was worried about the fruit knife in Zhong Qingran's hand and was also afraid that she would accidentally hurt him. He wanted to pry her hand away and take the fruit knife from her hand.

Unexpectedly, when he thought he was about to pry her fingers away, Zhong Qingran turned her wrist and the sharp fruit knife instantly cut his arm.

Bright red blood instantly gushed out of the wound.

The middle-aged guard couldn't care less about himself. He suddenly exerted force and pressed his elbow on the top of Zhong Qingran's chest, making her stagger back.

Bang!

Zhong Qingran was pressed against the hollowed-out door fiercely. The onlookers outside immediately took the opportunity to help hold her shoulders and arms.

It made her hands unable to do anything else.

Clang!

Unable to pry open Zhong Qingran's hand that was holding the fruit knife tightly, the middle-aged guard simply made up his mind and knocked her hand against the iron gate. After knocking twice, Zhong Qinran finally let go.

On the other side, Du Jingyuan, who was knocked down, finally broke free from Zhong Qingran's hand.

When he broke free, there was a clear palm print on Du Jingyuan's originally fair wrist. It was bruised, which showed how much strength Zhong Qingran used to grab him.

"Ahhh!!! Let go of me, let go of me. How dare you treat me like this? I'm the Second Miss of the Zhong family and the Madam of the Du family. I have money! I won't let you go. I'll definitely not let you go! I'll send all of you to jail!"

Zhong Qingran struggled crazily and screamed hysterically. Her hideous and twisted look made Du Jingyuan's face even paler.

Why did his mother become like this? Even though his mother was very cold to him in his impression, she would definitely not let him become like this.

"Mom…"

Du Jingyuan couldn't help but want to go forward, but he was stopped by the sharp-eyed principal.

"Now isn't the time to talk to your mother. Let's wait for her to calm down first." The principal patted Du Jingyuan's small shoulder and comforted him gently.

At this moment, the police rushed over.

Seeing this, the middle-aged guard covered the wound on his arm and hurriedly opened the door for the inspector.

The principal followed him and took the initiative to quickly explain what happened to the leader.

With the evidence and the surveillance cameras, Zhong Qingran was soon handcuffed and brought to the police station.