My Wife is a Psychic-Chapter 340 - Fooled

340 Fooled

“What are you doing? You’re not allowed to make any noise outside the saintess’ palace.” The guard’s eyes widened.

The man immediately yelped and said, “Please ask the people inside if they still want the flower rings and bone ash boxes that they ordered from the one-stop service at my funeral? I’ve already prepared them, and they’re all the best.” There was a carriage behind him, carrying many things. There were simple and grand bone ash boxes, high-end and grand flower rings, and there were even many paper people.

“Let me tell you, we’re the most professional funeral shop in Xilan Nation. We don’t scam anyone.” The man was lying through his teeth with a serious expression. The guard glanced at him, indicating that he was not interested in this thing. However, he still brought him in. Now that the saintess ‘ palace was in chaos, they had no idea what was happening on the inside.

When they brought the staff of the funeral shop in, Zhao Ruifeng had just finished eating and drinking. In front of him, three children were lying on the bed. Song Yun and Prince Ding secretly glanced at the children, and the more they looked, the more they liked them.

“Lords, do you still want the high-end, grand bone ash box that suits your status?” The worker at the funeral shop had a professional smile on his face.

The crowd fell silent for a moment. Jiang Xi’s expression almost froze. She turned to Zhao Ruifeng and asked, “Do you still need it?”

Zhao Ruifeng’s mouth twitched. “There’s no need. You can give it to someone else. I don’t need it for the time being.” He still had to accompany his wife and children.

“Return it, or you can have it as a gift.” Song Yun waved her hand and saw that the child did not even blink. The worker at the funeral shop widened his eyes and said, “That won’t do. Our shop never takes advantage of others. How about this, you keep the things. Who knows, you might need them one day. We’re all about integrity when doing business.” The worker at the funeral shop chatted with Song Yun for a long time. In the end, Song Yun accepted the gift and the worker left in satisfaction.

Not only did Song Yun accept everything, but she had also reserved the Feng Shui cemetery for 50 years later. Jiang Xi and the others looked at her in confusion. “Seventh Song, you’ve met your match, haven’t you? Even you have been fooled. Why do I feel like you’re so moved that you can’t wait to jump into the grave and lie down?”

“F*ck, this kid is lying to me! He said that if I buy a burial land now, he’ll give a dojo for free, and he even asked me to make a reservation as soon as possible. He said that the fortune of my future children and grandchildren will be related to my cemetery, and he wanted me to seize the opportunity. Damn it, this person is lying to me!” Song Yun cursed. “He even tricked me into buying a cemetery. I’m prepared to lie there with you guys!” Song Yun was so angry that she stomped her feet. That shop assistant looked like a decent person, but he was quite good at tricking people. He was even better at tricking people than she was!

“What did that guy say his name was?” Zhao Yingying suddenly asked.

“I think he’s called Shen Laiqian or something?” Song Yun pouted.

Zhao Yingying smiled. ‘Isn’t this the God of Wealth from my previous life?’ It was said that his wealth was spread all over the world, and he was one of the richest people, the very rich kind. Except for not being able to buy life, anything could be bought from him.

The saintess was still kneeling on the ground, and there was a hole in the ground. Her red dress could not cover the red swelling on her knee, and it was already bleeding. It was as if she had lost all her nutrients, and there was no color in her body. It had been five days, and if she did not eat, drink, or move, even a burly man would lose a layer of skin.

“Eh? Why do I feel that the third girl wasn’t breathing when she was sleeping?” Zhao Yingying was lying on the bed. The three children all looked different, but they still looked a little like Zhao Ruifeng. The third daughter’s breathing was shallow, almost imperceptible. Zhao Yingying curiously checked it with her hand. Just as she was about to say that there was no breathing, she felt a warm current. Yes, she was breathing…

“Hahaha,. I’m dying of laughter. Why do I feel that the third girl always forgets to breathe…” Zhao Yingying slapped her thigh. She had a strange feeling that if she did not remind her, the third girl would not even bother to breathe. It was really strange.

Jiang Xi smiled without saying a word. Until now, her third daughter had not cried or made a sound. She rarely opened her eyes. At most, she would move her body after she had pooped or peed. However, her intuition told her that her third daughter was a normal child, but the standard of being normal was a little high.

“Have you chosen the names? Our Zhao family has finally started to spread. If father knew about this, he would be so happy.” Zhao Yingying said. Her father only had one son in his entire life, and he did not expect that he would have so many grandchildren. He had three at once.