Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 98 - 71: Weren’t You Dead!?

Rong Mulan had already known about most of the recent events involving him, and naturally understood what he was worried about.

The two had been friends for over a decade, with little to no interests entwined, which was why she had firmly insisted on bringing him to see Mu Yunchu.

Especially considering the other person’s profession and identity, if there was truly any ’talk’ behind their back, there could be unpredictable consequences at any time.

Seeing the expression on the other’s face, she patted her chest and assured, "We’ve known each other for so many years, how could I possibly harm you."

Luan Huacheng hesitated to speak.

He wasn’t worried about her harming him.

He was just afraid that Rong Mulan couldn’t judge people clearly and would be deceived.

Especially masters in the field of metaphysics; they’re all over the place. But those with real high skills are as rare as the tip of the pyramid.

"You..."

Seeing that Luan Huacheng wanted to say something, Rong Mulan urgently interrupted.

"We’re already this far, just a few hundred meters more and we’re there."

"Meet her first. If she can’t solve your problem, I promise to send you to Shangjing this afternoon to see that Master in time!"

Luan Huacheng opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing.

He just lifted his arm, gesturing for her to continue leading the way.

As she said, after walking for less than ten more minutes, they stood in front of a shop.

The shop behind them was quite festive, with many paper-cut wedding decorations hanging above.

But judging by the layer of dust, it seemed the shop hadn’t opened in some time.

Perhaps due to occupational habits, a thought instinctively crossed his mind: With such a poorly located property, it’s normal if the business can’t go on.

Retracting his gaze, Luan Huacheng looked forward again.

An antique-looking shop, with a wooden plaque hanging right above the door.

"A folk cultural shop..."

It somehow seemed rather unconvincing.

While he was silently criticizing, Rong Mulan, familiar with the place, had already stepped forward to knock on the door.

The metal door knocker under the lion’s mouth rhythmically clashed against the heavy elm wood.

After knocking a few times, she stood to the side and waited.

This inevitably piqued Luan Huacheng’s curiosity.

He hadn’t seen her show such respect to anyone before.

Thinking of this, the wooden door suddenly opened, revealing a young, beautiful woman in Luan Huacheng’s view.

He naturally took her as the shop’s staff.

Knowing it was time to make his entrance, he patted his clothes impulsively, stepped forward to express his purpose, and asked to be introduced to her master.

Mu Yunchu was momentarily stunned.

Rong Mulan also glanced at him in confusion.

"What is it?"

Mu Yunchu quickly understood.

"Let’s talk inside."

Then she guided them into the courtyard.

Seeing the tea and three cups already set on the table, Luan Huacheng did not take it to heart, assuming it was a coincidence.

Until Rong Mulan told him that Mu Yunchu was the master she had brought him to see.

No matter how many years he had been in the workplace, accustomed to not letting others easily see through his emotions.

Still, he couldn’t help but lose his composure in shock.

Of course, his greatest cause for concern was due to his distrust of Mu Yunchu.

A young person barely over twenty, how far could their skills really take them?

At this thought, a trace of anger rose within Luan Huacheng.

He felt his dear friend was truly unreliable.

At such a ’life and death’ moment, yet time was being wasted.

Immediately, he couldn’t care about maintaining demeanor, standing up intending to leave.

But Mu Yunchu stopped him.

She sipped her tea, face expressionless, calmly stating: "If you leave through this door today, I can guarantee that within half a month, you’ll meet a tragic fate, household ruined."

Luan Huacheng: !!!

Although Mu Yunchu’s words were terrifying, Luan Huacheng surprisingly didn’t show much of a reaction.

Presumably, this possibility had already crossed his mind before.

He paused, turning back, first looking at Rong Mulan.

After she shook her head, he could confirm that she hadn’t informed Mu Yunchu of any of this beforehand.

Half-skeptically, he began to assess this young woman.

Her whole demeanor screamed: Incomprehensible.

Seeing he wouldn’t leave for now, Mu Yunchu continued, "In your youth, the influence of Geng Metal and the suppression by Wood and Fire led to poor family finances and a difficult life. The Geng Metal being suppressed represented little assistance from elders, and your studies were fraught with setbacks, almost dropping out because of financial difficulties.

But with your robust Bing Fire day master, your steadfast nature helped you overcome difficulties through your efforts. In middle age, luck favored you in the south with increased personal strength, benefactors assisting your career, and smooth advancement. The Gui Water official star was controlled by Si Fire, operating under the day master, and the official star being in the hour pillar led to achievements and significant authority in official departments."

Mu Yunchu didn’t delve too deeply into his life’s experiences.

Presumably, considering his status, he wouldn’t want to hear those things.

After finishing, she took another sip of tea to soothe her throat.

Her lowered eyes and the raised cup thoroughly concealed her expression.

The person Rong Mulan brought was indeed no ordinary individual.

Not to mention her own position in the business field, this person, even more so, held a ’crucial’ role in Qinghe’s political sphere.

While Mu Yunchu contemplated these matters, Luan Huacheng couldn’t hide his amazement.

"The strange occurrences around you lately, the root issue isn’t yourself."

"Deep down, you must have already suspected someone is trying to harm you."

"And that person is no other than... your partner beside you."

Luan Huacheng: !!!

*

Last night, after drinking all night, Jing Anjun felt like his head was splitting.

He casually freshened up, donned his suit, and Jing Anjun first contacted the bank manager handling Mu Yunchu’s debt.

They had interacted several times, and when he stated that Mu Yunchu would be unable to repay on time, thus granting her property and land up for auction, and expressed his desire to successfully bid, the other party understood his intent.

"It won’t be less than two million, and I’ll also pay a ’hardship fee’ on top."

Despite the recent garment factory incident causing him significant losses.

But compared to these millions, it wasn’t even a fraction.

No one is at odds with money, so the bank manager immediately reached a verbal agreement with him over the phone.

With his lawyer and secretary, Jing Anjun and his entourage grandly arrived at the doorstep of the folk cultural shop.

On the way, he had already thought about how effortlessly he’d acquire this shop.

The first thing he planned to do after acquisition was to dig three feet deep at the place.

To find what his ancestral family needed.

However, all of this was destined not to happen the moment he saw Mu Yunchu.

Merrily chatting with others one moment.

The next moment, he jumped three feet high.

Shouting, "A ghost!"

Ignoring the strange looks from those around him, he blurted out, "Weren’t you dead!?"