Chapter 589 - A Smart Mental Patient
My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator
âYou canât call the police!â
As soon as Lu Zijia finished talking, Ye Xinping stopped her abruptly, looking a bit panicked.
âYou canât call the cops. You canât call the cops. I still need to find my Brother Zixuan. I still need to find my Brother Zixuan. Please donât call the cops, alright?
âBesides, itâs useless even if you call the cops. Iâm mentally ill. The police can only send me to a mental hospital. As long as I perform well, I can come out again.
âLet me tell you, if you call the cops and catch me, Iâll continue to look for your son after Iâm discharged from the mental hospital, so you better not call the cops.â
Fang Yueqiu and Song Zhuohai: ââ¦â
Lu Zijia: ââ¦â Didnât she say she wasnât mentally ill just then? Why did she admit that she was now?
Tut-tut, the way of thinking of a mental patient was truly confusing!
Song Zixuan: â!!!â What the hell! What on earth did he do to offend God that he wanted to mess with him like this? He was simply killing him!
Besides, wasnât she mentally ill? The mental patient threatened them not to call the police. When did mental patients become so smart?
âWhose daughter are you?â Song Zhuohai pondered for a while and asked Ye Xinping.
Those who could be invited to the Gu familyâs banquet were basically either rich or noble. Besides, they could afford to stay in a villa, so their families should be pretty rich.
The upper-class society in the capital was neither big nor small. He might know Ye Xinpingâs family.
Ye Xinpingâs eyes glittered. She shut her mouth and remained silent.
Song Zhuohaiâs face became slightly sullen. âIf you donât tell me, I can only call the cops. Besides, I have the ability to make you stay in the mental hospital for a while longer.â
After hearing that, Ye Xinping blurted out with a panicked look, âNo, no, donât call the cops. Iâll tell you, Iâll tell you. My father is the CEP of the Ye Group, Ye Guozhi.â
âYe Guozhi?â Song Zhuohai was surprised and he looked at Ye Xinping with a slightly weird gaze.
âRight, right, my father is Ye Guozhi. Iâve already told you. You canât call the cops.â Ye Xinping said anxiously with red eyes.
After Song Zhuohai and his wife looked at each other for a while, they decided to let Ye Xinping go in the end. âIâll let you go this time, but if this happens again next time, I wonât show you mercy.â
His last sentence was full of the intention of warning her.
âThank you, thank you, Uncle Song.â
Ye Xinping said gratefully, looking exactly like an ordinary person at this moment.
Lu Zijia removed the Immobilizing Spell for Ye Xinping and left with the three members of the Song family.
âDad, is that all? Donât you need to inform her family?â
In fact, Song Zixuan didnât suffer much during the two days he was locked up. He was only shocked by Ye Xinpingâs change of attitude. Of course, there was also some nasty food that made his stomach hurt.
However, he was still a bit afraid that Ye Xinping would still be obsessed with him and lock him up again.
Experiencing it once was enough. He didnât want to experience it again. If it happened again, he would really have a meltdown.
Song Zhuohai shook his head. âYou should bring two bodyguards with you when you go out from now on.â
Song Zixuan: ââ¦â Why did he have the feeling that Ye Xinping was the victim?
Seeing that her husband had no intention of explaining, Fang Yueqiu explained on his behalf, âSon, donât blame us for not helping you. Our family really owes Uncle Ye a favor. This time, just treat it as returning the favor.
âBesides, Ye Xinping is also pitiful.â