My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Du Xiangjun was originally thinking to cut off her relations with the Lu family and never have contact with them ever again for the rest of her life after taking two-thirds of Lu Bochuan’s property.

But now, knowing that her daughter was once dead, how could she possibly let those bastards in the Lu family go so easily?

“Darling, don’t worry. I’ll definitely do justice for you, definitely!”

Du Xiangjun held her daughter’s hands and started shaking uncontrollably.

This showed how afraid she was about the fact that her daughter had died once.

Luckily, her daughter survived. God truly blessed her. God had mercy!

Lu Zijia raised her hand and patted her back gently as she said with a smile, “Hm, I believe you, Mom.”

For some reason, Du Xiangjun didn’t continue this topic after calming down.

She wiped the tears off her face with her hand several times and talked about something else with her daughter with a smile.

“Right, darling, let me tell you something funny. Lu Bochuan, that bastard, wanted to lay a hand on me just now, and guess what?”

Du Xiangjun left Lu Zijia in suspense and let her guess.

Lu Zijia saw that the Buddha beads in Du Xiangjun’s hand had apparently been touched before, so she knew someone made a move on Du Xiangjun.

As for the result, she could certainly guess a little.

However, she still pondered for a while cooperatively, then shook her head with a long face.

“I don’t know. Mom, tell me about it quickly.”

Seeing that her daughter was interested, Du Xiangjun immediately started talking more passionately, “Don’t rush, don’t rush. I’ll tell you about it now.

“When Lu Bochuan tried to lay a hand on me, I was thinking of fighting with him, but that bastard slipped and fell on the ground himself before I even made a move. Do you think that’s karma?

“People indeed can’t be too bad, or God will be disgusted and will deal with them himself.”

Du Xiangjun didn’t think about the Buddha beads on her hand at all and gave all the credit to God.

Lu Zijia nodded in cooperation.

“Right, right, we can’t be bad people. We have to be good people.”

Song Zixuan, who was driving in the front: “…”

For some reason, Song Zixuan felt like Lu Zijia didn’t tell the truth about her sudden change.

However, since her own mother, Du Xiangjun, didn’t ask much either, an outsider like him certainly shouldn’t ask more.

“Right, darling, what’s the deal this guy talked about just now? Is it dangerous?”

After what happened last time, Du Xiangjun was extremely nervous about her daughter’s safety.

“Mom, don’t worry. I’ll be the first to run when I’m in danger. You know I’ve always run fast since I was little. It’s never my turn to be in danger,” Lu Zijia said without any pressure.

Song Zixuan, who was listening quietly: “…”

Du Xiangjun nodded constantly and agreed with her daughter’s thoughts.

“That’s great, that’s great. Promise me you’ll put safety first, alright?”

I’m truly afraid of losing you.

Du Xiangjun didn’t say this, but Lu Zijia could see it from the worry in her eyes.

Lu Zijia put up a serious look and promised assuredly, “Mom, I’ve already died once. I know what’s most important. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

“You too. You must be well.

“You must tell me if something happens. I’m your daughter and can also protect you now.

“Did you forget what I just told you? I survived after getting a master’s inheritance.

“So, I’m sort of a master as well. I know fortune-telling and Feng Shui.”

Lu Zijia tried to speak in a relaxed tone to avoid stimulating Du Xiangjun’s emotions again.

After hearing that, Du Xiangjun tried her best to open her eyes wide to stop herself from crying as she said in relief, “Alright, alright, my daughter is a master. That’s wonderful. I’m proud of you.”