My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator Chapter 525 - The Jealous Second Master of the Mu Family

Chapter 525: The Jealous Second Master of the Mu Family

“Oh? Really?”
Lu Zijia’s big, bright eyes blinked and her pure and gorgeous face looked extremely harmless. “But I’m quite accurate at fortune-telling. Perhaps you can ask your father.”
After saying this, Lu Zijia directly said goodbye to Gu Cheng and his wife, regardless of Gu Nian’s reaction. She left the chaotic banquet in a good mood while pushing her husband out.
“Hahaha… Lu Zijia, you’re really impressive. The expressions of the three members of the Gu family are simply wonderful.
“When they get home, they’ll definitely get into a fight. I just wonder if Gu Cheng’s son can survive.”
After walking a distance away from the banquet venue, Song Zixuan, who followed her out, finally couldn’t help but laugh gloatingly.
“By the way, how did you know that Gu Nian is a fake master?”
Song Zixuan asked curiously after laughing enough.
Lu Zijia said without thinking, “I felt it.”
“Felt it? How?” Song Zixuan asked with confusion and curiosity.
“I’m a Taoist Master. How do you think I felt it?” Lu Zijia glanced at him and asked back.
A real Taoist Master practiced magic, but there was no trace of cultivation on Gu Nian, so she was certainly an impostor.
Song Zixuan pondered and soon showed a look of sudden realization.
He was about to ask something else when a cold voice suddenly interrupted him.
“It’s getting late. We should go back. Master Song, suit yourself!”
Mu Tianyan turned to the side and glanced at Song Zixuan, then controlled the wheelchair to enter the elevator first.
Mu Yunhao seemed to know what Mu Tianyan was thinking. He stood in front of Song Zixuan without being noticed.
“Madame, please.”
After Mu Yunhao blocked Song Zixuan, he made an inviting gesture to Lu Zijia, who was still standing there.
Lu Zijia looked at Mu Yunhao in confusion and then looked at Mu Tianyan. Something felt weird.
“Madam, I’m hungry. I want to eat the noodles you make.”
Mu Tianyan stared at his wife with deep eyes and said with a tone full of anticipation.
Hearing that, Lu Zijia immediately walked into the elevator without thinking about what was strange. “Alright, I’ll cook for you when we get home. But didn’t you say you weren’t hungry just then?”
“I’m hungry now.” Mu Tianyan said without changing his expression.
Lu Zijia glanced at him a bit doubtfully, but seeing that his gaze was “sincere,” she didn’t think much about it.
While the two of them were talking, Mu Yunhao also entered the elevator and pressed the button to close the door.
So, Song Zixuan, who was still standing outside the elevator, watched the elevator door close just like that.
Song Zixuan: “!!!” Why did he have a feeling that he wasn’t welcomed and was deliberately ignored and neglected?
Besides, why did he feel that Mu Tianyan was behaving like a child with Lu Zijia just then?
Thinking of this, Song Zixuan immediately had a horrified feeling.
He saw with his own eyes the evil god known as the living King of Hell act childishly. Was he sure he wouldn’t be killed?
…
After returning to the Mu family, Lu Zijia really made a big bowl of shredded meat and egg noodles for Mu Tianyan.
Looking at the big bowl of egg noodles in front of him, Mu Tianyan, who was actually not hungry: “…”
“Eat quickly. I was worried that you would be starving, so I made more for you.” Lu Zijia pushed the bowl of noodles in front of him again and looked at him with an expectant smile.
Seeing his wife’s look of anticipation, Mu Tianyan finally picked up the chopsticks. “Delicious.”
When Lu Zijia got a good comment about the shredded meat and egg noodles she made, her eyes brightened and she said passionately, “Eat more if it’s delicious. If it’s not enough, I’ll make more for you.”
Mu Tianyan: “…” If he said he wasn’t hungry right now, would his wife never cook noodles for him ever again?
Mu Yunhao, who was sitting on the side and reporting business, couldn’t help laughing secretly when he saw this scene.
Did Second Master bring this upon himself?