My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

as going on, couldn’t help but walk faster in the direction where the crowd ran to.

However, she soon found out that those people were running to the villa where Du Xiangjun was living right now!

In front of the door of the villa.

Du Xiangjun was glaring at the “couple” in front of her furiously right now and she said in a very bad tone, “You’re not welcome here.
I’m asking you to get out of here.
Do you understand?”

Standing in front of Du Xiangjun was Lu Bochuan and his lover, the mistress, Xia Fangqing, who had had a daughter and a son with Lu Bochuan but hadn’t been able to become his legal wife for years.

“Sister, I know you’re angry with me, but… but I really didn’t do it on purpose.”

Xia Fangqing had exquisite makeup on her well-maintained face.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at Du Xiangjun with a pitiful look.
People who didn’t know what was happening would think that Du Xiangjun bullied her somehow!

“Sister, I love Bochuan a lot.
I’ve already fallen in love with him before you met him.

“When I knew that Bochuan was going to marry you, I was really sad, but I knew I wasn’t good enough for Bochuan.

“Only someone like you from a rich family can be the perfect match for Bochuan, so I wanted to leave this place to let you be together back then.

“However, when I was about to leave, I suddenly realized that I was pregnant.
I knew that I couldn’t keep Bochuan, so the child in me was the only thing I had.

“So, sister, I really didn’t give birth to the child to fight with you over Bochuan.
Can you forgive me? Sister…”

As Xia Fangqing spoke, tears immediately fell constantly from her eyes.
She looked so pitiful that people couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

Together with her words that made it extremely easy for people to misunderstand, the audiences, who didn’t know the truth and only gathered around to watch the fun, immediately started whispering to one another in front of Du Xiangjun.