My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

also made a decision inwardly – she was going to respect and love Du Xiangjun as if she were her real mother.

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Only now did Du Xiangjun find that her daughter seemed quite different today.

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She was no longer timid and intimidated.
Instead, she looked quite mysterious and difficult to fathom.

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Du Xiangjun did not dwell upon the slight changes happening to her daughter.
She thought that something must have happened the night before, causing the changes in her daughter.

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As she thought about this, Du Xiangjun got even more irritated about the Lu Family and the mistress.

She truly believed that the shameless mistress must have done something about her daughter’s absence the night before.

And that hypocritical scumbag, Lu Bochuan, must have known about that too.
He probably even set up his own daughter together with that mistress.

“Alright, alright, I believe that you are definitely going to be okay!”

With tears in her eyes, Du Xiangjun nodded constantly in happiness.

It was the first time in years that her daughter had said such sweet words to her.
She got so happy that she almost burst into tears.

They soon finished packing, since they did not have much to pack anyway.

As they passed by the hall, Du Xiangjun did not show any sign of weakness.
With her back straight, she walked out of the Lu Family one step after another, looking very resolute.

The strange thing was that despite the terrible look on both Lu Bochuan and Old Master Lu’s faces, they did not have the intention of stopping them.

Lu Zijia had no idea why they would let go of them so easily….

But she could predict that they were definitely going to have some other plans later.

“Wait, mom.”

As they passed by the fountain in the garden, Lu Zijia suddenly called Du Xiangjun and asked her to stop.

Confused, Du Xiangjun saw Lu Zijia squatting down, pretending to adjust her shoes.

However, she actually removed a wooden placard hanging around her neck and tossed it into a crack in the fountain.

“Jia, what are you doing…?”

Du Xiangjun could not help but ask her in confusion, seeing what she had done.

That wooden placard was given by Lu Bochuan when she was one year old.
During the past few years, the daughter cherished this placard deeply.
Why did she throw it away now?

“Nothing special, just giving back whatever that belongs to the Lu Family.”

Lu Zijia spoke in such a calm way as if she were just giving back that placard to the Lu Family.