Chapter 41: People who practice Taoism don’t talk about money, they talk about fate, 998,000 fates



After Wan Qiang and Huai Qing finished competing, Old Lady Shen immediately handed the bracelet over.

This is a family heirloom and must be left to the Shen family's granddaughter-in-law, the future mistress of the household.

Mr. Shen knew it, Shen Du’s parents knew it, and he himself knew it too.

I thought grandma was just talking casually, but I didn't expect she was serious... Suddenly, Shen Du's face turned ugly. He walked to the side of Old Madam Shen and said, "Grandma, you are simply insulting Master Wan."

"My dear grandson is so outstanding, how can this be an insult?" Old Lady Shen's eyes fell on Wan Qiang, and the more she looked at her, the more she liked her. "I didn't think so before, but now I see that she and you are really a perfect match."

"My dear grandson, work hard and strive for..."

"Grandma, don't talk nonsense." Chen Du was anxious, and the decibel of his voice was raised a little. "I respect Master Wan and have no improper thoughts. You shouldn't have any."

Then Chen Du threw down the words "I'm going to a meeting" and strode away.

Wan Qiang watched Chen Du leave and silently praised him in her heart. Chen Du was quite principled. In order to avoid offending her, he even dared to contradict his grandmother.

"Madam, this is too valuable. I'm sorry I can't accept it." Wan Qiang politely declined while also reassuring the Shen family, "Chen Du's marriage has already been arranged by heaven. Within two years, you will definitely have a great-grandson."

Huai Qing had volunteered to be Wan Qiang's teacher, which showed that she was the one who truly deserved the title. When she said this, the Shen family had no doubts and responded with a smile, "Thank you, Master Wan, for your kind words."

"It's getting late, I'll take my leave now."

"Master Wan, wait a minute." Old Master Shen called Wan Qiang, "Chen Du is safe and sound today, thanks to you. Please take care of the money..."

The old man hesitated to speak.

"Mr. Shen, we cultivators don't talk about money, we talk about fate." Wan Qiang smiled and gave a number, "998,000 fate."

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