Chapter 17 Beware of Your Wife

The man looked at Duan Anluo's eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. His heart turned cold, his throat tightened, and he swallowed nervously, not knowing how to refute.

Anyone who is not stupid can see that there is something wrong with his reaction.

The mother and daughter also reacted at this time, especially Tian Xiuzhen, who looked at her husband with eyes that were about to spit fire.

In the past six months, her husband often did not come home and never gave her his salary. At his age, she never thought that he could have someone else outside.

Judging from his reaction, this old guy might have really cheated.

Tian Xiuzhen was quick-witted and snatched her husband's phone. When she saw the chat history and transfer records, her head buzzed. This bastard was actually transferring money to his mistress!

She swiped the screen a few times and looked up at the chat history, and found that this was not the first time money was transferred. This old dog was actually raising a child for someone else!

You old bastard, do you have any shame?

Tian Xiuzhen was furious. Her daughter was already of marriageable age, yet he dared to cheat on her. She wasn't afraid of being embarrassed, but her child was. She was going crazy thinking about people knowing her child had an unfaithful father and being pointed at behind her back.

Tian Xiuzhen has been a fierce woman since she was a child. Now she is in her fifties, which is the age when she is gaining weight. She has broad shoulders, a thick waist and thick palms. She swung her arms and hit her husband in the face. Li Ying couldn't stop her.

Duan Anluo waited until she finished slapping him before pointing at the sign and saying, "Add two hundred divination fees, your father's."

He dares to betray his wife for a little money. This scumbag is only worth this little money. He will have no fortune in the future.

Li Ying quickly scanned five hundred yuan. She didn't know what to do now. Her three views were shattered.

After beating her husband, Tian Xiuzhen pulled out a handful of cash from her bag and stuffed it all at Duan Anluo, not caring how much it was. "Master, I want to thank you very much today. If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known that this bastard had secretly transferred so much money. Don't think this is too little. Just think of it as incense money for the ancestors."

Duan Anluo felt the thickness and nodded happily, "Yuan'er, give her your contact information. If your son has any difficulties in two months, you can come to me."

Tian Xiuzhen took it gratefully. Her mind was no longer on this, and she didn't hear the implication of Duan Anluo's words. She pulled her husband and wanted to leave.

Duan Anluo pointed at the man whose nose was bleeding and said, "He hasn't said thank you yet."

He took the initiative to tell the fortune, but he didn't even say thank you. He is morally corrupt and has no manners. What a rubbish!

The man was almost pissed off. "You destroyed my family and you want me to thank you?"

Duan Anluo silently drew talismans, was morally corrupt and cursed people, cursing him to have sores in his mouth for a year and be forbidden to speak for a month.

"You little white face, you... Ah Ba Ah Ba, ah wow..."

Duan Anluo was stunned. No, it worked so quickly? He had never cursed people so quickly before.

Looking at the talisman again, it was already stained with a layer of black gas. Duan Anluo's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to know what this black gas was. Sure enough, the devil was not so easy to kill.

The onlookers saw this and realized that Duan Anluo's predictions were truly accurate. Several people immediately gathered around him, "Master, can you tell me when I can live in a big villa, drive a sports car, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of my life?"

"Master, I have an interview tomorrow. Can you give me a buff to pass every exam?"

"Master, can you draw a circle for me to curse the bastard who betrayed me? Let him draw a 6 with his left foot and kick with his right foot for the rest of his life, and marry a wife who loves to be a whore."

A young man was pushed over by his friend, "Master, please tell his fortune."

Duan Anluo temporarily put his doubts to the bottom of his heart, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said shockingly, "You are not your father's biological child."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "No way."

His friend was filled with righteous indignation, "Sure enough! I told you there was something wrong with your parents. How can there be biological parents..."

Another calmer friend pulled them both aside and said, "Master, please calculate his fortune. Family, career, love, anything is fine."

He wanted to scan money for Duan Anluo, but Duan Anluo covered the QR code. "Let him pay for it himself. This is his fate. No one else should get involved. If you don't have money now, there's no need to rush to give it," he said meaningfully. "We'll meet again in the future if we're destined to."

The three brothers didn't expect that this master was so particular and Buddhist. The most surprising thing was how he knew that Xiao Tang had no money now?

Duan Anluo said calmly: "Let me see your family photos."

The young man asked awkwardly, "Are you serious?"

Duan Anluo looked directly into the other person's eyes. "You already had a premonition in your heart, didn't you?"

The young man's name is Tang Zhengxu, and he is from the capital. He was in a bad mood because of the troubles at home. So his two brothers, as soon as they received their salary, indulged themselves and took him out for a trip.

At the urging of his friends, Tang Zhengxu hesitated for a moment and showed Duan Anluo the only photo of his family in his mobile phone.

In fact, Duan Anluo can see many scenes without looking at photos, whether they are in the past or in the future, as long as there is a medium, he can see them.

But with the photo, he could point at the person's nose and curse, "This scumbag, Lun Feikuo is a traitor with no relatives and no one to rely on, but when he was young, he relied on his good mouth to marry into the woman's family."

Tang Zhengxu fell silent. His father was indeed a son-in-law, and his mother died when he was born. Although his father remarried, saying that he missed his mother and let him take her surname, he could see that his father didn't miss his mother at all, and couldn't even remember her death anniversary.

"He cheated on his wife while she was pregnant, leaving her dead and two others dead. To appropriate his wife's property, he bought a child from outside and falsely claimed it was his first wife's child, giving him her surname. This child is you."

Tang Zhengxu couldn't believe it, but he couldn't say anything. He really didn't look like his father, and he had no resemblance to his half-brother at all.

"They weren't very kind to you. You haven't been back for three years."

Tang Zhengxu smiled self-deprecatingly. It was not just bad, his status in the family was not even as good as the dog raised by his stepmother.

Duan Anluo pointed at the woman again, "This scumbag, her parents died when she was thirteen, and her aunt took pity on her and brought her home to raise her. She provided her with food, clothing, and education, and treated her like her own child, even loving her more than her own children.

I didn't expect her to seduce my uncle, force my aunt to divorce me, take half of his property, live happily for two years, and then become your father's mistress, what you often call a mistress. She herself can't tell whether your brother is her uncle's or someone else's.

Judging from his face, he was destined to have a son, but unfortunately he died young, killed by his own hands. Neither of you is his child.

After a brief silence, Tang Zhengxu's two friends were even angrier than he was. "Sure enough, they're not his biological child! I told you, how could you treat your own child like this? Call the police! Call the police now. If it's true, you won't have to suffer at home."

The more stable friend also advised him: "Our relationship is already so bad, so we don't care if it gets worse. What if what the master said is true?"

Duan Anluo saw that Tang Zhengxu had been silent, so he reminded him, "The one who truly loves you has been looking for you. She's already in her forties with gray hair, and her body can't wait much longer."

Tang Zhengxu was shocked and bowed deeply to Duan Anluo, "I don't have any money now, but if we are destined to meet again in the future, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

"No need," Duan Anluo waved his hand and said with a smile, "We seem to be related by blood, but now you are at a turning point in your destiny, and I can't see clearly. Take the fortune and buy some candy. Consider it a gift from your great uncle."

Tang Zhengxu was confused, huh?

Duan Anluo waved his hand and let him go. He himself could not see clearly his own life experience, and he had no memory of his original body. He just had a vague picture flashing through his mind after seeing this young man. Let's talk about the future later.

After the three of them left, Duan Anluo looked around and his eyes fell on a young man passing by. "Young man in black, don't you count?"

Cui Yang, who was named, looked surprised. "Me? No need. I'm fine."

Duan Anluo looked at his face and his expression darkened. "Yuan'er, give him a business card."

He tapped the business card and said, "Keep it with you. It could save your life. Also, be careful of your wife."

Cui Yang cursed angrily: "Are you sick?"

Then he threw the business card away.

Duan Anluo curled his lips and said, "If you come to me again, I'll ask for half a year's salary from you."

Cui Yang thought, "I'm fine, why would I look for you? Do you know how much he makes a month? He's asking for six months straight. You must be crazy about the money."

He turned and left.

Jiang Yuan picked up the business card and found that the spiritual energy that Duan Anluo had just pressed on it had turned black after being touched by Cui Yang.

"Master, look."

Duan Anluo signaled him to throw it away because it was dirty.

Cui Yang pushed open the door of his home, and the rich aroma of food hit him in the face, like a gentle net, instantly wrapping his tired body.

My wife was bringing out the last dish from the kitchen. She opened the lid of the casserole and the milky white broth was steaming, its delicious aroma filling the entire restaurant.

"Are you back? Wash your hands and have dinner." Her voice was soft, her smile was bright, and her eyes were filled with an almost deliberate tenderness.

The dishes have been placed on the table. The braised spare ribs are shiny and attractive, and the stir-fried side dishes are green and crispy. Especially the pot of fish soup, which is thick and white with a few slices of young ginger and green chopped green onions floating on top, which greatly increases one's appetite.

After Cui Yang sat down, the tiredness he felt was gone. "Your cooking skills are really getting better and better."

He sincerely admired that his wife's cooking skills had improved by leaps and bounds in the past month, to the point where he felt unfamiliar with them.

His wife didn't say anything. She just picked up the bowl in front of him and scooped a large spoonful of broth, so much that it was about to overflow. "If you like it, I'll make more."

She gently pushed the bowl in front of him, staring at him with scorching eyes, as if admiring a precious collection, "Drink more soup, it nourishes you."

Cui Yang was indeed hungry, so he buried his head in eating.

The ribs were soft and boneless, with just the right amount of flavor. The vegetables were sweet and refreshing, and the soup was exceptionally delicious. One sip and the warmth went straight from my throat to my stomach, and every part of my body felt relaxed.

It was so delicious, so delicious that it made him feel an almost greedy hunger. Even though his stomach was half full, he couldn't stop eating with his chopsticks.

He responded vaguely: "It's delicious... Really delicious..."

When he was almost done eating, he suddenly remembered, "Where are the two children?"

The house is too quiet. My eldest son just started elementary school and every day when he does his homework, the house becomes a commotion.

The little girl is just half a year old and she cries when she can't see her mother.

It's unusually quiet today.

"The little one is asleep," his wife continued smiling, the curve of her smile as if carefully measured, not a bit more, not a bit less. "The big one has eaten a long time ago and is doing homework in his room. He's very well behaved."

He nodded with satisfaction. The children were becoming more and more sensible. His wife really raised them well.

His attention was drawn back to the delicious food in front of him. It tasted so good. As he chewed, he felt that the more he ate, the thirstier he became, and the more he ate, the hungrier he became. It formed a strange cycle.

There seems to be a bottomless pit deep inside the body. No matter how much food is put into it, no response can be heard.

He can still eat, a lot.

His wife promptly placed a large piece of pork ribs in his bowl and said, "Eat more."

Her voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh, her eyes darting to the noticeably loose shoulder line of his shirt. "You've lost weight lately."

These words were like a needle, gently piercing Cui Yang's heart. Thin?

He subconsciously touched his cheek and found that he seemed to be a little thinner than before.

Not only is he thin, he's been feeling very tired lately. During the day in the office, his eyelids feel heavy as if they were filled with lead. When he looks at the computer screen, the words on the report sometimes look like little, wriggling black dots, making him dizzy.

I have no strength in my body and don't want to move at all.

There is also his temper. He used to be the most popular person in the entire office, but now the slightest thing can make him angry. He is like dry firewood that cannot tolerate even the slightest spark. Recently, his colleagues are unwilling to talk to him.

He thought to himself that the recent project must have been too stressful, so after finishing it, he would ask his boss for leave, have a good rest for a few days, and take his family out for a vacation.

His wife sat opposite him, eating rice in small bites with a calm and elegant posture.

The light shone softly on her face, her carefully drawn eyebrows, naturally smudged blush, and plump, lipstick-coated lips made her look radiant and beautiful.

Cui Yang stopped eating and looked at her in a daze. She had changed. When did it start?

When did the woman in my memory, who was always in a hurry, without makeup, busy in the kitchen, and whose voice could lift the roof when tutoring her children, become so gentle and delicate?

And as for the makeup, she used to be so busy that she would just wash her face and go out, with an indelible weariness between her eyebrows.

And now, even at home, she puts on exquisite and meticulous makeup.

The foundation, the blush, the lipstick... are like a carefully painted mask.

mask?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, his temples suddenly throbbed with pain, as if struck by a rusty, blunt awl. He gasped and nearly dropped the chopsticks.

What's wrong? What exactly is it?

"Hiss..." He pressed his temples, and it hurt a lot just thinking about it.

"What's wrong?" His wife's voice came at the right time. She put down her bowl, picked up the soup spoon, and poured the milky white soup into the bowl in front of him again. "Have some more soup."

The steam from the soup rose up, bringing with it an irresistible fresh aroma, domineeringly interrupting the thought that had just emerged in his mind.

The author has something to say:

My family, I plan to V when I reach the word count, and not wait for the list. As you can see at the end, it is very low. I beg the fat baby to support me in the next few days. As long as it is not too ugly, it is fine. I don’t mind if it is ugly, as long as it is not too ugly. [狗头][狗头][狗头]

I checked my balance. Hmm, I can draw 20 more red envelopes.