My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Ye Xinping stopped tidying up the dishes and looked at Song Zixuan with a pair of deep eyes.
“You’re not?”

“No, I’m not the man in your heart.” Song Zixuan nodded seriously.

“Then, will you help me find Brother Zixuan?” Ye Xinping’s eyes were full of anticipation.

“Yes, but you have to let me go first so I can help you find the man in your heart.” Song Zixuan’s heart was lifted slightly and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

However…

“No, I can’t let Brother Zixuan go.
If I let you go, you will leave me.
I can’t let you go, Brother Zixuan.
I can’t, I can’t!”

As soon as Ye Xinping finished talking, a fierce look flashed through her eyes.
“Brother Zixuan, just stay here at ease.
I believe that you’ll stay with me willingly one day.”

After that, Ye Xinping left the dim basement with the dishes.

Song Zixuan: “…” Why? Why did this happen again? Ahhh! He was going crazy!

In fact, the conversation just then had already happened three or four times in the past two days, but Song Zixuan never gave up.
However, he suffered another devastating blow without exception.

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While he was thinking if he should shout for help, the door of the basement was opened again.

Song Zixuan thought Ye Xinping had returned, so his heart tightened reflexively again.

However, he soon realized that he was wrong.

“Son, son!”

As soon as Fang Yueqiu opened the door of the basement, she saw her son, who was sitting on the ground with his hands tied behind his back and looked a bit messy, so she couldn’t help crying tears of joy.

“Son, how are you? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you feeling unwell?”

Fang Yueqiu rushed downstairs quickly and asked worriedly as she untied her son.

Even though Song Zhuohai didn’t say anything, he also had a worried look on his face as his gaze quickly moved around his son.

“Mom? Dad?”

Seeing his parents suddenly appear like saviors, Song Zixuan even suspected if he was hallucinating.

After all, he had just had a dream of someone coming to save him last night.

“Son, son, what’s wrong? Why are you in a daze? Honey, has our son become dumb?”

After untying her son, Fang Yueqiu couldn’t help feeling even more worried when she saw his dumbfounded expression.

Seeing his son like this, Song Zhuohai couldn’t help worrying as well.
He was about to reach out to check his son’s head when he suddenly shouted.

“Mom, Dad, it’s really you.
Great, I thought I was dreaming again!”

Song Zixuan hugged his mother and almost cried out of grievance.

However, thinking how embarrassing it would be for a man like him to cry, he forced himself to hold back the tears.

“Alright, alright, it’s okay.
It’s okay.
Our son is fine.” Fang Yueqiu hugged her son back with a heartbroken look and tears couldn’t help falling down.

“Let’s go up.
Master Lu is still waiting for us up there.”

After the mother and son hugged for a while, Song Zhuohai reminded them even though he couldn’t bear to.

After being reminded by him, Fang Yueqiu suddenly remembered this.
“Right, right, Master Lu is still waiting.
Son, let’s go up quickly.
We can’t let Master Lu wait for long.”

Song Zixuan was helped up and he walked up the stairs slowly.
“Master Lu? Lu Zijia came to save me too?”