My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Hearing her son’s explanation, Fang Yueqiu’s expression looked very complicated and weird.

After a while, she said with a worried look, “Son, are you alright? Why are you saying silly things today? Come, let me see if you’re sick.”

She raised her hand and wanted to feel the temperature of his forehead.

Song Zixuan raised his hand and blocked his mother’s hand, “Mom, stop joking. Your son is so tough. How would anything happen to me?”

When Song Zixuan said he was tough, there was a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Apparently, he always kept saying that he wasn’t a forever loner, but he actually still cared about it in his heart.

“Son…”

Hearing the ridicule in her son’s tone, Fang Yueqiu’s expression froze with pain and guilt in her eyes.

The originally joyful atmosphere around them immediately became extremely heavy.

“For the other things, I’ll explain to you later,” Song Zixuan looked away and said as he directly walked back to the seat where he was sitting just then.

Fang Yueqiu looked at her son’s back and sighed silently.

Her son actually still hated them, right?

After all, they sent him abroad to stay there for so many years, like an orphan without parents.

However, there was nothing they could do. If they didn’t send their son out of the country, they wouldn’t be able to save her father-in-law’s life.

After greeting Old Master Song and Song Zhuohai who sat opposite her, Lu Zijia didn’t say anything again.

And Old Master Song and Song Zhuohai only nodded to her. They didn’t say a word and didn’t ask anything.

When Song Zixuan came over, he briefly introduced both parties to each other, then said directly, “Grandpa, Dad, Lu Zijia is the master I hired to solve the problem for me.”

Song Zhuohai first frowned. “Solve the problem? What problem?

“If you’re sick, you should go to the hospital for a check-up first. For other issues, you can also discuss with your family.

“Besides, if you want a master to deal with your problem, you should directly contact your aunt. You know that your aunt has always known a master.

“Something happened to Young Lady Lu’s family, so she should be very busy right now. You shouldn’t bother her.”

Song Zhuohai’s words were nice and euphemistic, but it didn’t change the fact that he didn’t believe Lu Zijia at all.

Without waiting for Song Zixuan to speak, Song Zhuohai suddenly said to Lu Zijia, “Right, speaking of which, this is kind of like fate.

“Young Lady Lu, you should know Ye Nambo, right? He’s the son of Zixuan’s aunt.”

Hearing the name Ye Nambo, Lu Zijia certainly found it very familiar.

No, she should say it was very familiar to the original host.

Ye Nambo, the Master of the Ye family, was dignified, distinguished-looking, knowledgeable, and talented. He had already become the Vice President of the Ye Group at such a young age, which could be said to be truly young and promising.

However, such a young, promising man provoked the original host deliberately after being engaged.

He even slandered the original host by pouring dirty water on her and damaging her reputation after being discovered by Lu Wanyuan.

Classmates at school even avoided the original host as if she was the God of Plagues.

Ye Nambo was also one of the murderers who killed the original host and her first official business was done with the family of Ye Nambo’s uncle. Lu Zijia must say that this was indeed, as Song Zhuohai said, fate.

Thinking of something, an extremely beaming smile suddenly appeared on Lu Zijia’s beautiful face.

“Of course, I know him. He’s my future brother-in-law. How could I possibly not know him?”