My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Chapter 5 Are We Leaving?

Song Yan felt a wave of relief wash over her after dealing with Song Lan. Her confidence in Fang Yanli’s abilities was absolute; the girl’s cultivation was nearly equal to her own. As long as Fang Yanli didn't face a master on the level of a Celestial Master like Song Yan, she would be perfectly safe. With the ghost detective assisting her, Song Yan no longer had to waste energy tracking Song Lan or searching blindly for the hidden array. She knew Song Lan and her mother had buried a formation to siphon away her and her late mother's luck, but now she had the upper hand.

If her intuition was correct, the fortune stolen by Song Lan’s mother was finally reaching its limit. If that weren't the case, they would never have been desperate enough to target Fu Rong, a member of the prestigious Fu family.

Regarding Fu Rong, Song Yan wasn't particularly concerned. That girl was far too arrogant and unruly; perhaps a few bruises and a good fright would finally teach her a necessary lesson.

Once her immediate issues were settled, Song Yan signed her hospital discharge papers and departed. she ignored the pitying glances from the nursing staff. It wasn't as if this was the first time she had been left alone; when she gave birth to Fu Chen, her husband had only appeared for a few brief moments to offer a curt "good job."

"A good freaking job?" she thought bitterly. Did he think she was just some surrogate he hired to produce an heir? She was his wife! She had shared her life and body with him to bring Fu Chen into the world, and all he had to say was "good job"?

For years, Song Yan had harbored resentment toward Fu Yu Sheng, but having witnessed the entirety of his life, her perspective had shifted. Even after her passing, Fu Yu Sheng never remarried. Regardless of how many women attempted to seduce him, he remained indifferent. Eventually, he handed the reins to their son and retired. Tragically, their son passed away before he could truly take over his father’s legacy. That was the only time Song Yan had ever seen Fu Yu Sheng weep. Her husband was cold, detached, and seemingly devoid of emotion, yet he had remained a loyal husband. After marrying her, he never looked at another woman. When Fu Chen died, Fu Yu Sheng donated his entire fortune to charity, still refusing to find someone else to father a new child.

He had every opportunity to move on, but he stayed faithful to her until the very end. She also realized he never truly loved Song Lan; at most, he treated her with polite kindness due to their childhood history. However, if she wanted to secure a divorce now, she would have to play the part of a jealous wife who had caught her husband in a scandal. It was such a tedious necessity.

Song Yan hated the drama, but she knew that staying within the Fu family meant her life would always be at risk. Song Lan would never stop hunting her. To enact her revenge, Song Yan needed to vanish into the shadows, a feat impossible while she was still known as Fu Yu Sheng’s wife.

Having made her decision, she edited the recording where Fu Rong loudly claimed that Fu Yu Sheng loved Song Lan and that Song Lan was more deserving of him. She sent the audio link to Fu Yu Sheng with a blunt message: "I finally understand why you never stayed by my side. I’m sorry for taking up a space that doesn't belong to me. Now that I know someone else holds your heart, I want a divorce."

As soon as she hit send, Song Yan felt a shiver of disgust. She had never acted this way before. Even in her most naive days, she had been a devoted wife with unwavering faith. Pretending to be a "jealous woman" made her skin crawl.

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Song Yan caught a taxi back to the Fu residence. Since it was mid-afternoon, neither Fu Yu Sheng nor Fu Rong were home. Fu Rong was likely out shopping with Song Lan to soothe the latter’s nerves after her recent scare. As for Fu Yu Sheng, he was rarely home, probably staying at his penthouse or dealing with one of his many distractions.

Remembering Fu Yu Sheng's ultimate fate, she shook her head. That man... he brought it on himself.

She pushed thoughts of her husband aside and hurried up the stairs to her room. Five hundred years! After five centuries of penance, she had finally returned to what mattered most. "Chen! Chen!" she called out.

Fu Chen looked up from his book. When his eyes met his mother’s, large tears began to well up. He tossed the book aside and lunged into her arms. "Mommy, mommy, where did you go? I was so scared! They said Daddy was going to bring home a new mommy for Chen Chen!"

Song Yan, who cherished Fu Chen above all else, felt her heart ache with grief. Her poor son. she knew how much he had suffered in this house. In the absence of his father and grandfather, Fu Rong and others had bullied him relentlessly, spurred on by Song Lan’s manipulations.

"Don't cry. Mommy is here now, and I’m never leaving you. Chen Chen—let's go. Let's leave this house. No one here loves us," Song Yan said. She feared he might be hesitant, but to her relief, her son gave a firm, immediate nod.

"Chen Chen wants to leave! No one likes Chen Chen here. Auntie scolds me, Third Uncle teases me, and even Daddy doesn't want me. Chen Chen hates it here! I hate Daddy! I hate Auntie and Uncle!" The boy was truly heartbroken. He had been tormented by his relatives, who teased him by saying Song Lan would become his stepmother. How could he accept that? He had tried to fight back, only for them to pinch him in retaliation.

It was unbearable.

"That's right, we aren't wanted here. Let's go." Song Yan quickly packed her belongings. She left a letter and all the bank cards provided by the Fu family with the frantic butler, who was practically begging her to stay. She ignored his pleas and walked out of the Fu house. Even if she had to knock the old man unconscious, she was leaving. Realizing he couldn't stop the Second Mistress, the butler desperately tried to call his master. However, the ever-busy Fu Yu Sheng didn't answer, leaving the old butler in tears. 'Second Master! Your wife and son are running away! Answer the phone or you'll be a bachelor by tonight!'