Chapter 15 Lying The skin beneath my hands felt slightly warm; I pressed down gently…

"Ruan Ruan." Gu Cheng and Wen Ruan were getting closer and closer. Wen Han realized with despair that Gu Cheng's inner thoughts were still being broadcast here.

"Oh my god!" Wen Han sensed he was about to unleash a powerful attack and shouted to the sky, "Someone come quick and save me!"

"Ruan Ruan, my poor little angel," Gu Cheng's voice echoed around them, "You are softer than a baby's skin, heaven has come to redeem my sweet love..."

"Oh no, oh no!" No matter how the system called, it didn't respond. Wen Han desperately looked up to the sky and shouted, "It doesn't matter if it's not human, just send some alien to kidnap me and take me away!"

Those two bastards were so engrossed in their kiss that Wen Han felt nauseous watching them express their love.

Help!

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When the Wu Yue Plaza bidding process began, Jing Feng, though not understanding why Jing Yu wanted him to give up that piece of land, still listened to his younger brother's advice. The Gu family had grown increasingly powerful in recent years. After discovering that several other families were secretly stirring up trouble online with the video of Gu Cheng's incident, Gu Cong swiftly removed all the online videos and turned his attention to the land. The Gu family was financially strong; barring any unforeseen circumstances, they should win the bid.

With a series of rapid breaths, Jing Yu raised his head. Wen Han kicked off the blanket covering her, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, looking like she was sleeping very restlessly.

Is it too hot? Jing Yu walked over and squatted down next to Wen Han, who was facing the air conditioner vent. He was afraid that Wen Han would catch a cold.

Wen Han shook her head, and her hand fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah, it was just a nightmare." Jing Yu lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on his neck.

Wen Han was having a nightmare. She unconsciously turned her head away, exposing the back of her neck without any precaution.

Jing Yu placed his hand on it; he only trusted his own judgment.

The skin on my hands felt slightly warm, but when I pressed it gently, I couldn't feel any mature glands. The glands that had degenerated in Beta were thin and barely perceptible, hidden under the skin.

It is indeed a Beta version.

However, Jingyu hesitated and said, "But the meat there is indeed a bit softer..."

Wen Han was so tormented that he wanted to rush over and hit someone, but he couldn't break through the barrier. After an unknown amount of time, this one-sided torture finally showed signs of relief in his frenzy.

Wen Ruan and Gu Cheng had both disappeared. Wen Han felt a flash of white light before his eyes. He struggled to open them, and before he was fully awake, he heard someone saying something like "so soft." The nightmare from earlier flooded back, and he instinctively reached out to hit them.

With a thud, Wen Han felt as if her hand had hit some hard bone, and the pain instantly jolted her awake.

He opened his eyes and saw Jingyu covering her face.

"Oh my god!" Wen Han was so frightened that her mind went completely clear. She quickly cupped Jing Yu's face to check if his pretty little face was alright.

"Jingyu, are you alright?" Wen Han asked helplessly when she saw a red mark on his nose. "Should we go to the hospital to see if there's a fracture?"

"I'm fine," Jing Yu said with concern. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Hmm." Wen Han breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Jing Yu wouldn't fly into a rage and kick him out.

To show that she was not in control of her own destiny, Wen Han specially explained, "I'm sorry, I dreamed that Gu Cheng was kissing Wen Ruan. It was so scary that I didn't realize what was happening."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "Is that so?"

"Wen Han, Wen Han." Jing Zhao knocked on the door. "Come out and play."

"What games does she play?" Wen Han asked nervously. "I only know how to play simple games like Ludo."

Jing Yu was unusually silent, then pushed Wen Han out alone and closed the door.

Wen Han: "?"

Jing Zhao asked disappointedly, "Brother, aren't you coming?"

"No, thank you." Jing Yu's gentle voice came from behind the door. "You play with Wen Han."

"Oh well."

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Jing Zhao invited Wen Han to his room, but Wen Han refused when she saw a deck of cards on the small table, saying, "I don't know how to play cards."

“Who plays cards? It’s so boring.” Jing Zhao turned a card over to show him. “This is a tarot card.”

"Tarot?"

“Yes, you can ask me anything.” Jing Zhao shuffled the cards and spread them out, then drew three more cards.

"Let me see... Did you have a conflict with someone today?" Jing Zhao asked. "And not just one person, but it looks like you won in the end."

Wen Han stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Jing Yu's sister was actually a sorceress?!

Jing Zhao loved it when people looked at her with admiration at this moment. She was very pleased with Wen Han's surprised expression and chuckled, "Isn't it interesting?"

Wen Han nodded.

She shuffled the cards again and said generously, "If you have any questions, draw one."

"Are you thinking about the question and then drawing three cards?"

"Um."

Wen Han pondered the question in her mind, then drew three cards.

"The Three of Swords, the Six of Cups, and the Nine of Swords?" Jing Zhao asked. "What question are you asking?"

"How is that person now?"

"Well, look, the first card is a heart pierced by three swords. This person has encountered something very heartbreaking and sad. The second card is the Nine of Swords. The man in the picture is awakened by a nightmare. The nine swords are lying in the darkness, indicating that he is currently tormented by guilt and pain. As for the last card, the Six of Cups, it's quite interesting."

Wen Han followed her finger and looked at the third card. In the picture, there was a beautiful manor behind two children, and a cup filled with flowers. An older child handed the cup of flowers to the younger child. The whole picture was filled with soft, bright yellow, warm and peaceful.

“This card suggests that this person may be recalling fond memories of the past and longs to return to it.” Jing Zhao picked up the card and asked, “Are you the one you’re asking about?”

"It's my dad."

"Huh?" Jing Zhao asked in surprise, as if realizing something. "Could it be that your father was the one you had a conflict with?"

"Um."

Jing Zhao said "Oh," and then comforted him, "It's okay. Judging from the cards, he already regrets it and wants to apologize to you."

"I know." Wen Han smiled. "You calculated it so accurately, you're really amazing."

Jing Zhao covered his mouth, then lowered his hand and coughed lightly: "Um, could you say it again?"

Wen Han: "......"

"You're practically a tarot master."

"Haha, hahaha." Jing Zhao laughed like a flower, but waved her hand, "It's not that amazing."

"It's amazing that he can even tell what other people are thinking." The only metaphysical project Wen Han could afford was reading horoscopes, which was popular in elementary school. His enthusiastic classmates insisted on studying his horoscope.

Wen Han asked curiously, "How do you play when you can't find anyone to calculate it for you? Do you calculate it for yourself?"

“I can also calculate my brother’s tarot cards.” Seeing that Wen Han was interested, Jing Zhao went to the cabinet to rummage through her other collections. “My second brother doesn’t want to calculate his tarot cards, and I don’t want to calculate his either.”

Why?

"He keeps lying and denying my results," Jing Zhao complained. "My cards clearly showed the facts, and I spent a lot of effort interpreting them, but he just sat there laughing and said I miscalculated! Then when I tried to review the game, he wouldn't tell me where I went wrong!"

It seemed Jingyu hadn't been able to provide emotional support to her sister. Wen Han asked, "Maybe he didn't want you to know?"

"No, I'm sure I'm right, he's lying." Jing Zhao said confidently, afraid that Wen Han wouldn't believe him. "Really, my brother lies without batting an eye. How come I didn't inherit that trait? My older brother can tell as soon as I lie."

"Yeah, yeah!" the system suddenly popped up. "Host, I've noticed it too. Jing Yu is obviously a liar!"

"Go stand in the corner as punishment." Wen Han was very dissatisfied with it. "Do you even know what kind of nightmare I just had?"

"Huh?" the system said guiltily, "I was resting just now and didn't know."

"I dreamt that Wen Ruan and Gu Cheng were kissing! It was right in front of me, and I couldn't close my eyes!"

That's indeed a great deal of harm. The system whispered, "I can't see your dreams either, host."

"I even managed to hit Jingyu's nose. Do you know how embarrassed I was?"

The system shrank to a corner and stopped bubbling up completely.

Wen Han explained on Jing Yu's behalf: "Maybe he doesn't want others to know his privacy, which is why he said you shouldn't."

“Ah, that seems quite possible.” Jing Zhao recalled, “When I drew the cards before, it said he was under a lot of mental pressure. I thought I had made a mistake, because I couldn’t tell from his face at all.”

"Are you under a lot of mental stress?"

"Tarot says he has nightmares every day."

Wen Han didn't understand what Jing Yu had to worry about. If he were like her, knowing he would end up homeless and under pressure would be one thing, but he didn't know anything yet, did he? And his family was so rich, where did the pressure come from?

Seeing Jing Zhao excitedly showing him his tarot card collection, Wen Han asked her, "Jing Zhao, how did you come up with the idea of ​​playing with these?"

“My friend recommended her to me,” Jing Zhao said. “He introduced me to a tarot reader, saying that she is very accurate and charges 88 yuan per question. But she has too many clients, and there are some questions I don’t feel comfortable asking, so I thought, why not just do it myself?”

"88?" Wen Han's attention was completely focused on this. "One question and you're saying 88?"

After saying that, he covered it up by saying, "What I mean is, charging 88 for one question is a bit unreasonable."

"She's already considered cheap; the more expensive ones cost over a thousand."

"Over a thousand!" Wen Han asked Jing Zhao, "Is this brand very expensive?"

"It's alright, the cheaper ones online are only a few dozen yuan."

Wen Han felt a money-making opportunity was right in front of him. A little embarrassed, he asked, "Jing Zhao, can you teach me how to play this?"

Jing Zhao's eyes lit up: "You want to become my disciple?"

"Haha, actually I'm a newbie too, but I can do simple things." Jing Zhao was afraid he would change his mind. "Then it's settled. You have to keep learning."

Wen Han believes that he will continue to study even if it's for the money.

"Host, please don't," the system advised. "Don't become a charlatan!"

"Shut up." Wen Han was already lost in her fantasies about making money. "Where will the money for travel expenses come from? Are you going to conjure it up from a stone?"