Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

It seems that this young man really has no knowledge of etiquette. Not to mention giving expensive things, at least he shouldn't use those blessed things to fool people. There is no evil in the world, so why avoid evil?

Upon hearing this, Old Wen became somewhat interested. Having lived to this age, he naturally knew the principles of the outsiders. He reached out to take it, opened it, and took a look at the calming incense.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. When he saw the small mark, his eyes widened slightly: "Mr. Qingzhu? Have you ever sold incense to the people at Anshen Hall? This incense is a rare and valuable item."

"It's far more effective than sleeping pills. This is what you did."

Su Chen nodded, knowing that elderly people generally have sleep problems as they get older, and it may be difficult for young people to understand why they can't sleep.

Young people cannot understand the pain of not being able to sleep. Only those who have experienced it know how uncomfortable it is to want to sleep but not be able to.

It’s not about price or value of things, practicality is the most important thing.

Mr. Wen's face was filled with smiles: "Okay, I like this incense very much. Come on, young people, let's add each other on WeChat. Come to my house when you have time."

Su Chen said calmly, "Okay, Grandpa Wen."

After the two added each other on WeChat, the old man picked up a Qilin jade pendant and looked at the lifelike carvings on it. It seemed that he could see gold flowing inside.

"Hmm? Young man, isn't there a golden light in this Qilin Jade Pendant? It's been blessed! It's really special. I wonder which master blessed it."

"Neither. I carved a defensive formation into it and drew some merit into it. This way, it can save a person's life twice. Moreover, it is a warm jade suitable for the elderly to wear."

Upon hearing this, Elder Wen was surprised and said, "Carving a formation? You are from the Xuan Sect, right? Which Xuan Sect?"

Su Chen said softly: "Neither. There are only two people in my sect, and I am one of them. I don't belong to a famous sect."

He finds it troublesome now, so he will let his disciple recruit new disciples and take care of this matter when he grows up. The sect will naturally grow bigger in the future. Now, it is good enough that there are only two of them to worry about.

"Oh, thank you for your kindness. I like the gift very much."

As the party was talking, a bodyguard came running over, his face clearly anxious. He leaned over and whispered in Wen Sheng's ear, "Something's happened to the master. The eldest young master is sick again."

"My whole body was convulsing and I was breathing rapidly. I even had a cardiac arrest. It's very dangerous."

Wen Sheng's face changed, and he tried hard to control his emotions: "How could this happen? He was fine yesterday. What on earth do doctors do? Can't they find the cause of the disease?"

"...No, his body is fine, but he's in a coma and can't wake up. We've invited a Taoist priest to come. He said that the young master's soul is lost and if it's not found, I'm afraid..."

"Wait a minute, I'll go over and take a look."

After briefly explaining a few things to the guests, he hurried away with his men. Seeing this, Old Wen sighed inwardly, fearing that something had happened to his eldest grandson again. This birthday party was so stressful.

The guests below the stage also noticed something was amiss. They looked at each other and whispered, "I don't think we've seen Wen Ling, the next heir of the Wen family. Could something have happened to him?"

"Shh, it's better not to say anything unlucky at the old man's birthday party. Otherwise, angering the Wen family won't be good for us."

"Yeah, just be quiet and pretend you know nothing."

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On the other side, Wen Sheng came to his son's room and looked at his son who was so thin with tubes inserted into his body. He felt heartbroken.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong? What disease could cause him to be in a coma for two months, and he still has convulsions and cardiac arrest from time to time? Have you found out?"

"If medical treatment is truly ineffective, go find someone from the Xuanmen Sect for me. We must not let go of any glimmer of hope."

"...I'm sorry, we really can't find the cause of the illness. We don't know what caused it. Maybe we can only find a capable master to take a look."

Wen Sheng smiled bitterly when he heard this. His family had been doing good deeds all their lives, so not only was it difficult for them to have children, but their only son had become like this. He was the son he had raised with all his efforts.

He took a deep breath and said, "Go, ask the master to come and take a look in my name. As long as my son can wake up, I will pay any price."

The door creaked open, and a young woman walked in, choking with sobs, "Uncle Wen, I'll take care of him. You should go see Grandpa. It's Grandpa's birthday party today, and there are many guests."

Shen Ningshuang's tone was gentle, and her belly was bulging, as if she had been pregnant for several months.

When Wen Sheng saw his son's fiancée coming, he looked at her with guilt: "Oh, it's hard for you, Ningshuang. You are pregnant with the Wen family's child now, so you must take good care of yourself."

"But it would be nice if you could come and talk to Xiao Ling if you have time. You two have always had a good relationship. If you are around, I believe he will definitely think about waking up."

"Well, I understand. I'm still waiting for him to wake up and marry me to make up for our wedding. I will definitely wake him up, Uncle Wen, don't worry."

After everyone left, the gentle and sad expression on the woman's face disappeared, and it became more sinister. Her long nails dug into the flesh of the man's arm.

She stroked her bulging belly and whispered in his ear.

"Oh, don't blame me for being cruel. It was you who discovered that I was with your cousin so quickly. Although this child is not yours, you will be the child's father forever."

"Don't struggle. No one will ever come to save you. Just die in peace. Don't worry, I will arrange your funeral properly. I will always be your wife."

Shen Ningshuang had a smug smile on her face: "Don't worry, I will inherit everything from the Wen family. I will burn paper money every year in the future. Please don't struggle and make things difficult for me, okay?"

Looking at the tears sliding down the corners of the man's eyes, the woman stood up and just watched him, her eyes full of pride.

She slowly stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes. She looked at the painting of a beautiful woman on the bedside and said coldly, "Speed ​​up and let him go down to reincarnate as soon as possible. Do you understand?"