My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

“Alright, alright, there’s no need to thank me,” Lu Zijia waved her hand and said with a smile like she didn’t notice Song Zixuan’s anger at all.

She looked so sincere that it was as if she really thought Song Zixuan was thanking her.

Song Zixuan, who was already on the verge of flying into rage, was so enraged that he almost became insane right now.

Fuck! Was this despicable woman’s IQ too low so she couldn’t understand what he said? Or did she do this intentionally?

Song Zixuan deeply believed that the possibility of the latter case was very high!

As Lu Zijia’s mother, Du Xiangjun covered her mouth with one hand and couldn’t help but chuckle while shrugging her shoulders.

Her precious daughter’s serious look when she angered people was truly too cute.

That was indeed her precious daughter. She was just impressive!

Lu Wanyuan, who found out Song Zixuan’s identity, gloated in her mind.

She heard from Nanbo that Song Zixuan was the descendant of a rich family and he had a very bad temper. While he was abroad, whoever offended him didn’t end up well.

Right now, Lu Zijia, this dumbass, angered Song Zixuan recklessly. Just wait to cry and regret it!

Lu Wanyuan could almost predict how tragic Lu Zijia would be and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curl up.

However, the smile at the corners of her mouth froze the next second.

Song Zixuan, who was so furious that his face turned pale the last second, sat on the couch the next second as he said with a forgiving look, “Fine, since you’re so pitiful, I’ll put this behind me.”

Lu Zijia blinked her big bright eyes, as if she was asking, “Why am I pitiful?”

And yet, Song Zixuan, who wanted to avoid being angered to death, said quickly again without giving her a chance to speak, “Aren’t you here to deal with your matters? Do it quickly.

“I’m very busy. I don’t have time for you to waste.”

Lu Zijia glared at him and was about to say something, but Song Zixuan spoke ahead of her, “My Mom just called me. She asked you if you’d accept a deal.

“If you want to take it, deal with the matter here quickly. If you don’t want it, then you can finish your stuff slowly!”

Seeing that Lu Zijia was a bit interested, Song Zixuan worked harder to persuade her, “The reward will be five million yuan. If the problem is difficult, you can charge more.”

Hearing that there would be a reward of five million yuan, Lu Zijia’s eyes immediately glittered. She looked totally like a miser!

While Song Zixuan was disgusted by her miserly look, he couldn’t help but feel a little proud in his mind.

This woman should know the benefit of knowing him, the Master of the Song family, right?

“Then, what are you waiting for? Go get some business quickly!”

She still hadn’t become famous yet. What if someone got the deal before her?

That was five million, five million!

Even though she could only buy a miserably small amount of cultivation resources with that, it was better than nothing, right?

Thinking of this, Lu Zijia grabbed the back of Song Zixuan’s collar and lifted him up easily.

It looked like she was picking up a duckling.

Song Zixuan, who was still sitting and suddenly felt that he had flown into the air, “!!!”

What the fuck!!!

This woman must have eaten Popeye’s spinach!

Du Xiangjun, who also thought her precious daughter ate Popeye’s spinach, “…”

“You despicable woman, let me go quickly, or I’ll… Bang! Ouch!”

Song Zixuan reacted and started struggling in anger and embarrassment with his handsome face flushed.

However, before he finished talking, Lu Zijia, who was grabbing the back of his collar, let him go without a warning.

So, Song Zixuan couldn’t stand firm in time and his butt landed on the ground first.

Du Xiangjun reached her hands half out and wanted to help Song Zixuan up, but she retracted her hands quietly, turning away and pretending like she didn’t see anything.