My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

Song Yan didn't know that what she saw in her scrying had already started, she returned to her the apartment building where her brother was living with his family and paid the taxi driver. Once she pushed open the door, Fu Chen who was experiencing the novel feeling of having dinner while watching the television looked up and immediately his little face which was smeared with oil li up as he placed his bowl of rice on the table and rushed towards his mother. Arms wide open, he shouted gleefully in greeting, " Mommy! You are back!"

Song Yan's entire body that was stiff and taut with tension finally relaxed and a smile that was like a million roses blooming in the fields spread across her face as she opened her arms and scooped her cute son up. Nuzzling his nose with hers, Song Yan asked, " Were you a good boy when mommy wasn't home?"

Fu Chen nodded his head like a docile chick. " Chen Chen was on his best behaviour, I didn't trouble uncle and aunt at all."

His words made her smile, even more, Song Yan could smell the scent of the strawberry ice cream from Fu Chen's breath and knew that her son was loving his freedom a bit too much. She wiped his greasy mouth with the pad of her thumb and walked towards the dining table where she settled her son back on his high chair and went to wash her hands before sitting down on the only empty chair that was available. " Sorry for the trouble, Sister in law."

Wen Mingzhi smiled and waved her hand brushing off Song Yan's thanks. " There was no trouble at all, Chen Chen is such a lovely boy. He didnt give me any trouble." Then she rolled her eyes and tipped her head towards her husband before sighing. "It's all thanks to this big baby here that I had a hard time."

" Oh for the love of God," said Song Lingyan as he put down his chopsticks and bowl on the table with an exaggerated sigh. " How was I supposed to know that we aren't supposed to add dishwashing liquid to the dishwasher? It was my first time doing it!"

Song Lingyan wasn't the typical ' Women should do the housework' kind of man but he was also someone who once lived as the young master of the Song family and was still learning how to do the chores like a normal middle-class man. Today, when he returned home after a tiring day of work, Wen Mingzhi asked him to wash the dishes, he didn't know that washing the dishes in the dishwasher requires a special kind of detergent and because he was tired, he just dumped all the dishes in the damn machine and turned it on, who would have known that the stupid machine would explode in a bubble bath! It wasn't his fault, he was just a little tired—— all he wanted to do was rest but in the end, he had to wipe the entire mess that was made on the floor.

Fu Chen giggled. It was his first time watching such a scene, where the machine exploded in a cloud of bubbles filling the entire room's floor, it was so amusing for him that despite his uncle's constant pleading to sit in another room and watch the television, Fu Chen kept playing in the mess on the kitchen's floor. It was only when his uncle promised to give him a strawberry ice cream in secret did he agree to obediently go and sit in the living room.

Song Yan chuckled lightly, she and her brother were kicked out of the Song family not long ago. At first, they were in denial, refusing to accept that something like this could even happen to them but then they slowly understood that there was no longer a place for them in the Song household, their father blocked their cards and it was through sheer will and hard work, did the two siblings were able to meet their daily needs but that wasn't enough—- after all living as the young master and mistress of the Song family, they had long gotten used to a life that was full of comfort and they were still getting used to how a normal life.

Wen Mingzhi rolled her eyes but said nothing, she didn't blame her husband either. She too was slowly learning how to use this and that, only she knows how many times she had to watch a tutorial on how to cook rice before she could make a decent dinner of two bowls of rice and pickle.

Song Lingyan picked up his chopsticks back in his hands and shook his head muttering something that sounded like ' I am gonna sell that damn machine.' Before he changed the channel on the television after little Meow Meow bid goodbye to the kids, while he was changing the channel, the roasted pork that he picked up fell from the chopsticks and he went to pick it up and just as he did that the news reporter started reporting the prime time news.

' Mysterious death of President Liao, as per further reports the businessman got in a bloody confrontation with an entertainment agency's manager named Li Rou who further mutilated and stabbed him. President Liao was brought to the hospital where he took his last breath and the culprit behind his death is still in the ICU fighting for her life.'

Song Lingyan who has just raised his chopsticks to bring the delicious pork belly to his mouth and once again paused as he started muttering, " Li Rou, Li Rou—— I think I have heard this name before —- oh" like a light bulb lighting up on the top of his head, Song Lingyan turned to look at Song Yan who lowered her head, she knew it. Even if her brother didn't know anything about what happened in the hotel room, he would still be able to make a deduction of his own. She could sense his burning gaze that was directed at the side of her face and pretended not to see it.

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While Song Yan was busy defending against her brother's glare that was full of questions, Song Lan returned home. After what happened at the company she was totally freaked out, earlier she tried to reach the old master's disciple to get her hands on 'love me tender' talismans but the disciple told her that the talisman with the hypnosis ability was out of stock and there were only three of them left, and what was even more infuriating, the price at which he sold them to her was exorbitant.

That old man's disciple practically ripped off her pockets until there was nothing left!

Song Lan was so angry that she wanted to tear apart someone and if possible Song Yan. She didn't know what went wrong but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring Song Yan down. Song Yan's luck was meant to make her shine, so how can it fail at the right moment?

As she entered the Song mansion, a flirty and sensual voice stopped her. " Lan'er come here."

Song Lan sighed and turned to look at her mother. The years have treated Chu Lian very kindly or it was better to say that after snatching Song Yan's mother's luck, the years have been full of kindness towards Chu Lian, her tall figure was slim and there was no sight of even the slightest sign of ageing on her face. She looked just as pretty as a sixteen-year-old young girl.

" Mom, how many times have I told you? You are no longer a woman playing mistress to rich men. You are the madam of the Song family, how can you use such a tone like that? Are you trying to hook up with someone?" asked Song Lan feeling quite upset, Song Yan's mother was a powerful force that was feared by the tycoons in the business world and then there was her mother—- a former mistress.  Why couldn't she have been born in Song Yan's mother's womb? At least she would have been able to escape this embarrassment.

Chu Lian pursed her lips and clicked clacked her way to Song Lan before snapping in a slightly nasally voice. " You still have the mood to talk about this? Why don't you go and have a look at what they are playing on the news?"

Song Lan frowned, she wanted to refuse but her mother didn't give her a chance, she took hold of her wrist and dragged Song Lan to the living room where the television was still running. " Look at the news!"

Song Lan took a look and all the blood on her face dropped down all the way to her toes.  President Liao was dead? Then what will happen to her role? And how in the world did Li Rou get in a confrontation with him? Wasn't their plan to drop Song Yan in President Liao's room and leave? So, how did this happen?