The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

Xie Shiqing bowed respectfully towards the business owner.

“Uncle Shang, I have seen the friendship between you and my father over the years.

I, Xie Shiqing, am not such an ignorant girl. I will not let such a small matter affect the friendship between our two families.

But after all, I am also a young lady who has been raised by the Xie family for so many years.

Even though I'm married to Master Shang today, I have no objection if he wants to take Chunhan as his concubine.

But now this situation has happened, and I cannot accept it.

Uncle Shang, rest assured, no matter what happens in the future, you will always be my dear Uncle Shang."

After hearing these words, the business owner was filled with even more guilt.

"Don't worry, uncle will make the decision for you."

Wen Qingliu did not participate in what happened next. After all, what happened next had nothing to do with him.

But she did not return to Pingyun Town, but returned to the Xie family.

"Miss Wen, has my daughter's problem been resolved?"

"Poetic matters are easy to resolve."

Seeing Xie Lan's still worried look, Wen Qingliu said.

"You don't have to worry too much about her marriage in the future. She's lucky and has left this scumbag. It won't be long before she'll have the child of her destiny."

After hearing this, Xie Lan felt relieved.

What he was most worried about was that after this matter got out, it would be obvious that it was the businessman's fault.

But in the end, everyone blamed their daughter for not doing well enough.

What should I do if it means she can't get married?

But things have already happened, and he feels relieved that there are still people who love her.

Xie Lan was immersed in his thoughts, and Wen Qingliu called him several times but he didn't respond.

"Thank you, sir!"

Brought back to his senses by a sudden shout, Xie Lan stroked his chest and looked at Wen Qingliu with disapproval.

"Miss Wen is scary, but she can scare people to death."

"Didn't you listen to me carefully before?"

"You, what did you say?"

Xie Lan was immersed in his thoughts and had no idea what Wen Qingliu said to him.

Now that she said that, I feel a little guilty.

"I mean, your daughter's problem is easy to solve, but the difficult problem is your wife."

"My wife?"

Wen Qingliu nodded.

"Mrs. Xie is bedridden all day, not because she is ill."

Xie Lan's face was full of confusion.

"Miss Wen, I don't understand what you are saying. How can a healthy person not even have the strength to get out of bed?"

"She is possessed by a ghost."

When Xie Lan heard this, he almost fainted on the spot.

Seeing that Wen Qingliu was already walking towards the lady's yard, he hurried over as well.

Mrs. Xie had been bedridden for many years, so she could smell the scent of herbs all over the room as soon as she opened the door.

"Cough cough cough."

Hearing the cough, Xie Lan walked in quickly.

"Ma'am, are you feeling better today?"

Mrs. Xie lying on the bed waved her hands weakly.

"I'm fine, my husband, I'll be fine once we get through this period."

Wen Qingliu followed closely behind and just happened to hear these shameless words.

She sneered.

"Who will be better off after this period, you or Madam Xie?"

There was a flash of panic in Mrs. Xie's eyes, but then she started coughing again.

"My dear, who is this girl? Are you taking a concubine and finding a sister to keep me company?"

Just as Xie Lan was about to speak, Wen Qingliu pulled him aside.

"You are such a shameless old man. You are an old thing whose death is coming to an end, but you transfer it into a living person to enjoy your life. You are so shameless."

"At your age, you could be Mr. Xie's mother. Aren't you ashamed to be called husband here?"

Xie Lan's face was full of confusion. He looked at the person on the bed, then at Wen Qingliu.

"Mrs. Xie"'s eyes were full of hurt.

"Girl, if you want to marry Xie Lan, I won't stop you. Why do you want to slander me like this?"

"Don't tell me whether I want to get married or not. You are not Madam Xie, so how can you stop me?"

"Besides, Mr. Xie is old enough to be my father."

Others can't see it, but Qingliu can smell it clearly.

The soul attached to Mrs. Xie was an old lady with gray hair.

He was supposed to have half a month left to live, but I don't know what method he used.

He actually crawled out of his own body half a month earlier and entered Mrs. Xie's body instead.

"break!"

Before Madam Xie could speak again, Wen Qingliu had already thrown a talisman in his hand at Madam Xie, killing her entire family.

When the talisman was stuck on her forehead, Mrs. Xie immediately let out a miserable howl.

Xie Lan felt so distressed that he wanted to rush forward, but stopped halfway.

Because he found that the voice was not the voice of his first wife.

It was the voice of a weathered old man.

But the old man seemed unaware, and with tears in his eyes he forced himself to sit on the bed.

Eyes filled with tears stared blankly at Xie Lan.

"Husband, husband, please save me, are you going to let this woman treat me like this?"

He was facing his wife's face, but the sound he made was like a broken voice.

It's completely different from my wife's gentle and pleasant voice.

Xie Lan's calves were trembling.

"You old witch, get off my wife!"

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Xie Lan turned around and ran.

When he came back again, he had a bowl of peeled garlic cloves in his hand.

He threw garlic cloves at Mrs. Xie and shouted.

"Get out, you old witch, get out of my wife!"

Wen Qingliu watched his actions and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.

"Thank you, sir, that's not how you use garlic cloves."

Hearing the voice, Xie Lan turned and looked at her.

The next second, Wen Jingliu had half a bowl of garlic in her hand.

"Miss Wen, Master Wen, I am showing off my skills by throwing garlic cloves in front of you."

"You can throw it if you want, but you must save my wife."

Wen Qingliu opened his mouth, wanting to speak but stopping himself, wanting to speak again.

She didn't say anything for a long time.

Mrs. Xie on the bed was already showing signs of aging.

But that wrinkled face was not Mrs. Xie's at all.

Mrs. Xie has delicate eyebrows and eyes. Even if she gets older, it is impossible for her face to grow from an oval face to a sunken face.

The hair gradually turned gray.

Rather than saying that Mrs. Xie's face has aged, it would be more accurate to say that she looks like two different people.

"Master Xie, did you see that face? That's the old thing that has been attached to your wife."

Wen Qingliu would never say such a thing under normal circumstances.

After all, in a sense, she could be considered a soul occupying someone else's body.

But what she is doing is at most a resurrection of the dead.

But this old lady is different. She attaches herself to living people to steal their lives.

If she really survived this illness, it would not be the old lady who died but Madam Xie.