My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: The Calculations of the Wu Family

"Take the card back. I’ll investigate for myself whether this is true or not. As for whether I’ll return to the Wu Family, we can discuss that later."

My mind is a bit of a mess right now. After awakening the Dragon God Technique, all I learned was about my father, Yang Qingshan. But who is my mother? I have no idea. Now, someone has come to me with a token, telling me my mother is a woman named Wu Rouman. I don’t want to believe it, but the token is real. I have to investigate this.

"What!"

Wu Chuan was completely dumbfounded. The Wu Family members who had come with him were also stunned. Even though Wu Chuan’s story was a lie, the ten million was real. How could Yang Qi, who was just coasting at Qifei Group, look down on ten million? And look at what he was wearing—a cheap tracksuit that cost a few hundred at most. He was obviously broke. What on earth was this guy thinking? He actually refused?

"Alright, if there’s nothing else, please leave. I don’t want you to come looking for me again. If I decide to go to the Wu Family, I’ll go on my own." With that, Yang Qi turned and left.

Once in the car, his mind was a complete mess. I should call the orphanage director—the woman I think of as my mother—and ask about this Wu Rouman, just to confirm if such a person exists. Then I’ll have Huang Borren look into what happened back then, and what’s been going on with the Wu Family recently. They didn’t come for me before, and they didn’t come for me later—they came for me *now*. Something is definitely fishy. I’m reasonably famous in Kang City now, so how hard could it have been to find me? It’s complete nonsense! Also, the idea that Wu Rouman died looking for me just isn’t credible. I haven’t left Kang City in years. Anyone could have found me just by asking around at the orphanage. So, I can’t trust what Wu Chuan said. Still, some part of it must be true.

Beneath the Qifei Group building, Wu Chuan got up from the ground, his face grim. This was a golden opportunity to redeem himself, and he had missed it again?

"Can anyone tell me what in the world is going on in that kid’s head?" Wu Chuan asked.

"Brother Chuan, I think this kid is smart," one of his subordinates said with a sneer. "If he went back for just ten million, he’d definitely be looked down on. If he refuses, he can get more. This kid is greedy, cunning, and patient. An ordinary person would have gone mad at the mention of ten million."

"Now that you put it that way, it does make sense. Otherwise, I can’t think of any reason for him to refuse the Wu Family. Unless he knows the truth! Or perhaps, he thinks he’s stronger than the Wu Family," Wu Chuan mused.

"It’s impossible for him to know the truth. Within the Wu Family, only a select few are aware of this matter. Even I don’t know why we’re suddenly looking for this worthless loser. And he can’t possibly be stronger than the Wu Family. What kind of power does the Wu Family wield? We are one of the ten great families of Sea City, and we’re ranked in the top five! Across the entire Jingnan Prefecture, who can stand against us besides the Star Shining Society? Surely this kid isn’t the boss of the Star Shining Society, is he?" the subordinate said scornfully.

"Hahaha, if he’s the boss of the Star Shining Society, then I’m one of the Eight Kings!" Wu Chuan roared with laughter, his disdain obvious. He then relayed the news back, as he was required to report in regardless of success or failure.

"Heh, are people these days really so greedy?" Wu Heng sneered upon receiving the news. "Is the money not enough? Does he think we aren’t showing him enough respect?"

"I think the boy is throwing a tantrum," Old Master Wu also sneered. "He wants us to publicly acknowledge his identity before he’s willing to return, right? This kid is as cunning as they come."

"What should we do then, Dad?" Wu Heng asked.

"Simple. We’ll convene a family meeting and publicly acknowledge his identity," Old Master Wu said with a smile. "He was destined to be a sacrifice for the Black Evil Sect anyway. With an official status, the Black Evil Sect will find our story more believable."

"A brilliant idea! I’ll call a clan meeting immediately!" Wu Heng ordered, summoning the entire clan for a grand assembly.

The Wu Family was one of the ten great families in Sea City, an immense clan with a staggering membership of tens of thousands. Everyone gathered for the meeting outside the Wu Family’s ancestral hall. Even those who were busy elsewhere and couldn’t return in person were required to join via video conference. This was a major event concerning the entire Wu Family, and no carelessness was permitted.

Sitting on the main platform, Old Master Wu looked down at the crowd, cleared his throat, and announced, "The adopted son of that scourge Wu Rouman has been found."

Hearing this, the crowd was a little baffled. So what if he’s been found? Wasn’t he in Kang City this whole time? Everyone knew that. What’s so special about it? Why is the Old Master bringing this up now? We really don’t get it.

"Grandpa, that adopted son isn’t dead yet? Why are we looking for him? He’s just a worthless piece of trash," said Wu Heng’s eldest son, Wu Jun.

"Exactly, he’s worthless. What do you want with him? Surely you’re not thinking of bringing him back into the family, are you, Grandpa?" a number of the younger generation members chimed in.

"Of course we’re bringing him back!" Wu Heng declared loudly.

"Dad, has Grandpa gone senile? And have you lost your mind too?" Wu Jun said resentfully. "Our Wu Family may be wealthy, but there’s no need to take in a worthless piece of trash.

"Besides, don’t you forget who Wu Rouman offended. It was the Heavenly God Sect, the strongest of the Hidden Sects. No one in this world can oppose them. Although the Heavenly God Sect generally stays out of worldly affairs, the ten great families of the Capital City all take their orders from them. The leading Di Family, in particular, has always been their loyal follower.

"Even though that kid is just an adopted son, he’s still *her* adopted son. If the Di Family finds out about him, they’ll definitely kill him. Even Wu Rouman herself was imprisoned by the Di Family on Thousand Snake Island, her fate unknown. Our Wu Family can’t possibly withstand that kind of retaliation."

"Shut your mouth! Watch your tone!" Wu Heng snapped coldly. "Do you really think that your father and grandfather haven’t considered the things you have?"

"Then why are you—" Wu Jun was confused.

"Have you all forgotten what’s been happening recently? Have you forgotten the Black Evil Sect’s demands?" Wu Heng announced loudly.

At his words, everyone understood in an instant.

"Hahaha, I get it now, Dad! You’re planning to acknowledge this kid and then send him to the Black Evil Sect as a direct descendant of the Wu Family, right?" Wu Jun burst out laughing.

He had been agonizing over this very problem recently. Now, a scapegoat had appeared. Nothing could be better.

The rest of the family was equally jubilant, feeling this was a heaven-sent opportunity.

"So, all of you remember this: that Yang Qi is not some adopted son. He is Wu Rouman’s biological son! In any case, Wu Rouman is already locked away and can’t possibly come out to prove otherwise, so this is now the truth! Do you understand?" Old Master Wu declared loudly.

"Understood!" the crowd roared in unison.

Now that they knew the boy was being brought back as a sacrifice, they had no objections. In fact, they raised both hands in wholehearted approval.