The Lucky Bride Is Pretty And Delicate Chapter 906: Side Story, Wu Ju 7

Chapter 906: Side Story, Wu Ju 7

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Tongtong couldn’t help but look up at Wu Ju. Seeing his sincerity, she nodded in surprise. “Thank you.”

Jiang Tongtong was like a coward hiding in a turtle sh.e.l.l. She yearned to be saved, but she was afraid that she would be pushed into a deeper abyss. Therefore, in the face of the kindness she craved, she would carefully stick her head out of the turtle sh.e.l.l to confirm if there was anything wrong. If anything was wrong, she would retract into her sh.e.l.l and never come out.

If Wu Ju wanted to treat her, how could he not be sincere?

After confirming Wu Ju’s sincerity, Jiang Tongtong let down her guard and began to believe him a little.

Lu Qiuran hated Jiang Tongtong, so she naturally did not want to see her feel comfortable. However, she hid her schemes very well. She revealed a proud smile. “Yes, although Father is not a real doctor, his medical skills are not bad. There were a few times when 1 was seriously ill when 1 was young, and it was all thanks to him that 1 was saved.”

Mu Xue was surprised. “Then your father is really amazing.”

w.a.n.g Zixiao, Chu Nan, and Sui Yuan also praised him for being amazing.

If it were anyone else who praised Lu Qingjin like this, they might be sincere. However, this person was Lu Qiuran. Every word she said had a double meaning.

On the surface, she was praising Lu Qingjin for his good medical skills, but in fact, she was implying that she was seriously ill several times. If not for the fact that she was lucky, she might have died. Lu Qingjin did not send her to the hospital.

At this point, Wu Ju was already sure that Lu Qiuran had a plan in mind. Every word that seemed harmless was actually harmful.

Wu Ju’s expression was calm. “Is there anything else? If you’re done asking, go back to your room and sleep.”

Lu Qiuran looked at Mu Xue and the others. They shook their heads. Their questions were sharp, and Wu Ju’s answer made them afraid.

Wu Ju stood up. “Then everyone, go back to your rooms and sleep. Sweet dreams.”

When Wu Ju turned around, he paused for a moment before saying, “1 know you young people are under a lot of pressure. If anyone can’t sleep, you can come listen to me chanting scriptures. Perhaps it will help you sleep.”

Lu Qiuran shook her head vigorously. “Father, 1 don’t have sleeping problems.”

w.a.n.g Zixiao and the others also quickly shook their heads. In the past, when they were at school, they felt that their teacher was chanting scriptures like an old monk. It was boring

Jiang Tongtong had insomnia all year round. She was curious about everything about Wu Ju, so she stood up and replied, “Master Lu, I want to hear it.”

Wu Ju said calmly, “Follow me.”

After Wu Ju and Jiang Tongtong left, Lu Qiuran and the others seemed to be relieved. They looked at each other and smiled before chatting.

Unknowingly, it was already eight in the evening. The live broadcast ended at nine in the evening.

The number of people in Lu Qiuran’s live-streaming room was decreasing.

However, the number of people in Lu Qingjin’s live-streaming room increased slightly.

Some people were curious about what kind of person Lu Qingjin was and what scriptures he would chant.

Many netizens were discussing it.

They were quite active.

Wu Ju took out two futons and wooden fish and prayer beads.

Jiang Tongtong carefully knelt down like Wu Ju, afraid that she would break the rules if she did something wrong.

She felt ill at ease, but she did not know what to say. A terrible feeling welled up in her heart. Jiang Tongtong’s face turned a little pale. She was in pain, so much so that she could not control herself.

Wu Ju knocked on the wooden fish and brought Jiang Tongtong back to reality.

Wu Ju had already knelt down. As he knocked on the wooden fish, he gently turned the prayer beads in his hand. At the same time, he chanted softly.

He was chanting the common Buddhist scriptures. Jiang Tongtong could not describe what she was feeling. She only felt her chaotic heart instantly calm down.

She could not help but close her eyes and listen quietly.

In the live-streaming room, people were also discussing in surprise. They thought that the Buddhist scriptures were the kind of torture that people could not bear to listen to, but what Wu Ju chanted was completely different.

Every word seemed to have some kind of power that could calm people down.

An hour was neither long nor short. When Wu Ju stopped, people realized that an hour had pa.s.sed..