The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 522: Did you do this?

After Lady Dongfang’s call ended, Zhan Zhengtong just stood there in a daze.

Could it really be that Jiang Nuo didn’t do this?

She didn’t know.

Even though Jiang Nuo had promised her, as Lady Dongfang had said, the human heart is hard to fathom, especially since he wasn’t raised by her; his heart wasn’t with her.

Ah Hao, my Ah Hao...

She covered her mouth and began to cry in sobs. How could she not be heartbroken?

After all, this was the son she had personally raised for more than 20 years.

She had once poured all her efforts into him, willing to do anything for him.

Now, this son she had painstakingly raised, he’s dead!

"Wuu wuuu wuuu wuuu... Ah Hao! Ah Hao!"

Outside the room, Mu Wanlian and Mu Wanyu stood quietly. With their abilities, how could they not hear the phone conversation in the room? It was crystal clear.

However, they didn’t dare speak.

The two demons exchanged a glance, feeling that this matter was a bit too big, and decided to let the people involved handle it themselves.

When Jiang Nuo heard Mu Wanlian say that Zhan Zhengtong already knew about Yan Hao’s incident, he called out inwardly, "Not good!"

Zhan Zhengtong knowing herself versus him telling her were two entirely different outcomes.

If she found out herself, she would definitely think he was unwilling to tell her, developing a wary mind against him. If he told her, it meant he was forthright and without guile.

Jiang Nuo sighed, "This situation is really a headache right now!"

"This Lady Dongfang is indeed a nuisance!" Mu Qiuniang said.

"Once this matter is settled, we should deal with her first to avoid any future issues."

Mu Qiuniang nodded.

Jiang Nuo didn’t go upstairs immediately; instead, he left some time for Zhan Zhengtong before going up.

He knocked on Zhan Zhengtong’s room door, "Mom, may I come in?"

"Oh! It’s Anuo, come in."

Jiang Nuo pushed open the door and found that Zhan Zhengtong’s eyes were still red, clearly showing signs of recent tears.

"Mom, there’s something I want to tell you, and you might need to prepare yourself mentally." Jiang Nuo pretended not to know that she already knew about Yan Hao’s death.

"Hmm! What is it?"

"It’s about the Capital City. This morning’s newspapers were all reporting this incident. I was afraid you would see it during mealtime and wouldn’t be able to handle it, so I had someone put away the newspapers."

"On the newspapers? What is it?"

"It’s quite serious, it’s about Yan Hao. He got into a car accident."

"What? He got into a car accident? Is it not serious? Should I go see him?" Zhan Zhengtong looked surprised, as if she knew nothing about the incident.

Jiang Nuo felt a bit dejected, realizing again it’s truly different from having someone grow up by your side.

His mother was suspicious of him.

"He died!"

"What?!" Zhan Zhengtong was stunned, "Impossible, he always drove carefully. It’s impossible he got into a car accident, let alone die from one. Anuo, are you lying to me?"

"I’m not lying to you." Jiang Nuo took out a newspaper and handed it to her.

Zhan Zhengtong’s hands were trembling as she took the newspaper, her eyes on the striking headline: "Yan Young Master was deceased in a car accident yesterday morning at X:X; confirmed."

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

"No! I promised you, as long as he didn’t make a move on me again, I would pretend that the assassination attempt never happened."

Zhan Zhengtong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Anuo, you wouldn’t lie to me, right?"

"I wouldn’t!"

At that moment, Jiang Nuo clearly recognized that there was an invisible wall between him and her.

The twenty-plus years they were apart could change many things. Her trust in him, and his attachment to her.

All they had between them was blood relation.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Zhan Zhengtong also knew that when she asked that question, how deeply it might hurt her son’s heart.

But she had no choice. If she didn’t ask, she would never be at peace for the rest of her life.

After leaving Zhan Zhengtong’s room, Jiang Nuo felt a heavy heart, suddenly uncertain of what remaining in the Zhan Family still meant to him.

To cultivate a mother-son relationship?

With some things, if it’s too late, it’s too late, and no remedy can bring it back to the beginning.

"Honey," Jiang Nuo returned to his room, embraced Mu Qiuniang from behind, and gently said, "Let’s go home, back to our home!"

"Okay!" Mu Qiuniang nodded lightly.

Zhan Laoye, upon hearing his intention to leave so soon, was thoroughly surprised.

"Why are you leaving so soon? Can’t you stay a few more days?"

"I have a film to shoot, and Qiuniang has responsibilities at the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association, both busy. Having these few days to rest has been a rarity." Jiang Nuo apologized, "We’ll come again next time when we have time."

Fu Chunxue quickly asked, "Will Wanlian and Little Fish stay here for a while longer?"

"Yes, they will stay for a while longer. Then we’ll send them back to Qiuniang’s master’s teachings, where several teachers will be arranged for them. They’re of age now; it’s time for them to start school."

This part Jiang Nuo and Mu Qiuniang had already agreed upon, considering Mu Wanlian and Mu Wanyu aren’t humans, they can’t stay in the human world indefinitely.

Moreover, as demons, they also need cultivation.

"How old are they? Already going to school?" Zhan Zhengtong was somewhat surprised. She wasn’t shocked that her son was leaving, but the thought of her two grandchildren going away she couldn’t bear.

"Grandma, I’m already three years old." Mu Wanlian said.

"I’m three too, Grandma." Mu Wanyu said.

"Yes, yes, yes, you’re both three years old. Grandma meant, hoping you’d stay here for kindergarten. There are many little friends here; you can play with them."

"At 3 years old, they should indeed be in kindergarten. Are you planning to send them to kindergarten in the Capital City or somewhere else?" Fu Chunxue replied.

"I just mentioned before, sending them first to Qiuniang’s master’s teachings. They have some specialized courses there; they need to attend some basics." Jiang Nuo added.

"What special courses? Can’t they learn outside?" Zhan Zhengtong questioned, "They’re still so young. You don’t plan on having them take some strange courses, do you?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Mu Qiuniang.

This daughter-in-law’s influence on her son was immense. Not only did the children carry her last name, but they had to go to her master’s teachings too. Whose children were they indeed?

"Aunt, you’re overthinking it. These are just basic cultural courses that are somewhat traditional, and the outside lacks that traditional charm these days." Zhan Jingshu interceded to save his master’s family, saying, "In such orthodox traditions, usually when disciples of the master start families, they choose to send their kids back. In terms of environment and expertise, it can’t be matched by outsiders. I myself started a bit late and felt at a disadvantage compared to my fellow disciples."

Zhan Zhengtong wasn’t sure what Mu Qiuniang’s master’s teachings entailed, but the rest of the Zhan family had some idea.

Zhan Laoye asked, "Are you planning to let the kids follow that path too?"

Jiang Nuo nodded, "Yes! Their talents are no less than Jingshu’s, and with someone as capable as Qiuniang as a Master, it would be a shame not to pursue that path. Besides, they’ve had some exposure to it and are quite interested."

"Alright, if the kids have the talent and interest, let them arrange it themselves." Zhan Laoye no longer opposed.