My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Chapter 22: Mu Tianyan’s Spokesman

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Did she hear the story from the other guards?

But something was wrong – the guard said that he did not have a child?

Lu Zijia sensed Du Xiangjun’s confusion, but she did not intend to explain anything.

“She is pregnant. You better go to the hospital with your wife for a checkup.”

Lu Zijia left with Du Xiangjun after leaving a very confusing sentence.

Seeing Lu Zijia and her mother stepping into the taxi, the guard scratched his head confusedly, standing motionlessly right on the spot.

After thinking for a long while, the guard decided to take his wife for a checkup at the hospital when he went off work later.

Lu Zijia sounded so sure that he could not help but believe that his wife might truly have gotten pregnant.

And the result was that the guard felt lucky to have believed what Lu Zijia had said. He did bring his wife for a checkup at the hospital.

Otherwise, this baby he and his wife had been looking forward to getting would probably be gone without noticing it.

The doctor told them that his wife was four-weeks pregnant but that she was not physically strong enough. She needed to take good care of herself so the baby would not slip through.

Well, that was for later talks.

After they left the Lu Family, Du Xiangjun decided to move into the two-story villa her parents gave to her before her wedding.

She failed to listen to her family’s persuasion years back and insisted on marrying Lu Bochuan, so her relationship with her family was totally ruined.

From that time on, she had never been to this villa, nor had she contacted her family.

She was too ashamed to face the family that used to care and love her so deeply.

“Mom, are you thinking of grandfather and everyone else in the family?”

Du Xiangjun looked deeply soaked in memories while facing this ordinary-looking two-story villa. The original host was very familiar with this behavior of hers – Du Xiangjun always showed this kind of expression.

“No… nope. I am just feeling a little… emotional,” Du Xiangjun denied her with a bitter smile as she brought herself back.

Lu Zijia knew pretty well that she was not telling the truth, but she said nothing further.

After all, it would be totally useless, if she herself refused to listen.

Du Xiangjun took out the key and pushed the door open. The decorations inside were exactly the same as those years back, clean and neat. It seemed that someone had been here cleaning it up.

Du Xiangjun could not help but feel like crying – she knew who had made sure that the villa was clean.

Lu Zijia pretended as if she had not seen the half-cry and half-laugh look on her mother. Instead, she walked into the kitchen and gave her mother some room of her own.

Lu Zijia took a tour in the kitchen out of curiosity. She decided to make dinner when she saw the ingredients inside the fridge.

It was around 7 at night. She might pass out because of hunger if she was not fed – it was not the time for her to become a breatharian yet!

Also, it seemed that her mother was not good at cooking at all.

More than half an hour later, Lu Zijia made two dishes and a bowl of soup based on the original host’s memories, yet soon she realized that she forgot to cook the rice!

When Lu Zijia was waiting for the dishes to be served, she heard her mother’s voice arising from behind.

“Jia, someone is out there looking for you. He said it is your friend.”

Du Xiangjun looked confused. She wanted to ask her what was going on, yet she did not want to hurt her by putting stress on her.

Lu Zijia frowned when she heard her. She did not think that the person outside the door would be her real friend.

After all, the original host had no friends, let alone anyone who would come to her door!

What was more… they had just come to this villa and someone was already here waiting for them?

Something was wrong…

Despite the idea that lingered inside her head, Lu Zijia showed an easy smile to her mother, affirming that everything was fine.

“Mom, I made two dishes. You must be hungry too, so eat something first.”

Why just something, not a full meal?

Because the rice was not ready!

Lu Zijia calmly walked to the yard of the villa and saw a young, serious-looking man standing by a black car through the iron gate.

In one moment, the information of this man in black emerged inside Lu Zijia’s head.

This man was called Mu Yunhao, the Vice-President of the Mu Group. He was 25 years old, and he had been on the cover pages of many magazines. He was hailed as the spokesman of Mu Tianyan.