Fortune telling!?

The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.

What kind of metaphysics is this?

It is important to know that Feng Shui is based on ancient research and has been developed by people from ancient times to the present. It is indeed a profound and widely recognized discipline.

But... this fortune telling?

That's just ridiculous!

The group's expressions changed, but considering her profound knowledge of feng shui, they couldn't directly dismiss her.

At this moment, Rosie has planted a seed in everyone's hearts. As long as Tang Yaoyao's fortune-telling fails, this seed will surely take root and sprout.

Back then, where did these feng shui masters come from? They were clearly just charlatans who knew a little bit about feng shui.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel excited.

He then looked at Xu Qiusheng, a respected elder in the feng shui world, smiled, and said, "Master Xu, what are your insights on fortune telling?"

Xu Qiusheng frowned. He had just asked Tang Yaoyao two questions and received satisfactory answers. Judging from his experience, she was indeed knowledgeable and talented.

If she uses this knowledge to swindle and deceive, it will be a disgrace to the Feng Shui community.

Thinking of this, he wanted to find out the truth: "Master Tang, is what Miss Luo said true?"

Tang Yaoyao held her teacup, her smile gentle, polite and elegant, and said slowly, "I am indeed not here to find a burial site for Mr. Huo."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old man's expression changed instantly, as if even looking at her would offend his eyes.

Everyone was shocked, and the entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Why would a perfectly good feng shui master become a charlatan?"

"She is defiling our feng shui."

"I genuinely regarded her as a master, but I never expected that she had character flaws."

"Fortune telling is a scam and no one will believe it. However, if someone uses their identity as a feng shui master, I'm afraid a bunch of brainless people will believe it."

Tang Yaoyao listened to all these whispers, but remained calm and composed, her smile still as enigmatic as ever. Her fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze flickered.

Rosie sneered inwardly, thinking that Tang Yaoyao might appear calm, but inside she must be suffering terribly.

Thinking of this, her smile became even more dignified and generous. She gently pursed her lips and politely urged, "I wonder how Miss Tang plans to tell my uncle's fortune?"

"Miss Luo, since you believe I can tell fortunes, are you perhaps a fan of mine?"

This sentence contains too many meanings.

She probably can't tell fortunes; it's just something Rosie made up.

But it could also be a direct reference to Rosie having been targeting her all along.

Huo Yu frowned, immediately understanding the meaning behind it. He glanced at Rosie, and she was indeed different from usual.

The banquet was a great success, and not wanting Rosie to spoil the event, he said, "Since Miss Tang can tell fortunes, I, Huo, would be willing to let Miss Tang do it."

Huo Yu doesn't think fortune telling is a scam. Perhaps he would have thought so before he became obsessed with feng shui, since he even found feng shui laughable back then.

Things are different now than they used to be. Having experienced all of this, I now believe in these things.

Rosie's expression was cold, but she already felt a sense of satisfaction.

She wanted to keep a close eye on how Tang Yaoyao would embarrass herself and how she would be ruined.

“Mr. Huo, how can you let others gossip about your identity? These fortune tellers only know how to say nice things. Instead of fortune telling, you should study feng shui more.”

Suddenly, a middle-aged man spoke up to stop them, his eyes full of disdain.

"Yes, fortune tellers are all charlatans; they just lie to people."

Tang Yaoyao seemed not to hear what everyone was saying about her.

Suddenly, my phone rang; it was a WeChat notification.

She took out her phone, twirled it between her fingers, and then opened WeChat, which was full of text messages from Su Mei.

"My beauty, you're trending! You're trending!"

"My goodness, you're actually a feng shui master!"

"When you come back, help me figure out where I should build my house."

"This is so damn shocking, the whole internet is begging you to look at the feng shui."

"Oh my god, are we going to have our fortunes told? Are we going to have our fortunes told? Me and hundreds of thousands of lovely viewers in the live stream are waiting."

"Calculate! Calculate like crazy! Calculate until they're dumbfounded."

No matter how many messages she sent, it was impossible to express the excitement in Su Mei's heart. She never expected that Brother Yao was also a feng shui master.

If her unique fortune-telling skills gain recognition among netizens, she will definitely become a sensation in the entertainment industry!

Tang Yaoyao turned off her phone.

We can't let the hundreds of thousands of viewers down.

She smiled lazily, looked at the middle-aged man who had ultimately rejected her, leaned back, closed her eyes, and then opened them again, revealing an irresistible charm in her fox-like eyes.

She lowered her voice, giving off an air of mystery, and said with pursed lips, "Zhang Jian, thirty-eight years old, his wife is the same age as you. Calculating the time, the due date has passed, and there are signs of a difficult labor. As long as you get through the difficulties, the child will be blessed. Judging from the fortune, it's a boy."

Zhang Jian finally had a child, and three months later, he used his connections to get a checkup, which confirmed that it was a boy.

Suddenly, he said she was going to have a difficult childbirth, and he got angry: "I said you're a charlatan, so you are a charlatan, cursing others to get money. The next moment, are you going to tell me how to resolve it?"

This is disbelief.

Tang Yaoyao wasn't angry. Her pupils deepened, and she said, word by word, "Having a child is a woman's fate; it can be calculated but not explained."

This answer suddenly made Zhang Jian panic.

It costs no money and doesn't explain anything.

Could it be...?

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He hurriedly answered, "Mom, what's wrong?"

On the other end of the phone, his mother said urgently, "Zhang Jian, come back quickly! Xiuying suddenly started bleeding a lot. Your father and I are taking her to the hospital. Come directly to the hospital now!"

"I...I'll be right back." Zhang Jian's face was pale, and his expression had lost its anger, leaving only anxiety and unease.

After hanging up the phone, his gaze towards Tang Yaoyao changed instantly, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Master, Master, save me! Since you are a fortune teller, you can definitely resolve the calamity for my wife and children."

"This is a difficult birth. The newborn represents hope and is destined to be with you two. It will naturally be safe. Instead of asking me to help you, you should hurry to the hospital to be with your wife. Perhaps your sincerity will move the Goddess of Mercy who grants children and help you overcome this difficulty."

"Thank you, thank you."

Zhang Jian wiped away his tears and hurriedly left.

He walked for about ten seconds, and the entire room fell silent.

The way everyone looked at her changed; it was a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

Rosie stared at her in shock, her lips moving, trembling: "How is this possible? Perhaps it's just a coincidence?"

Thinking of this, she forced herself to calm down and gave a pale smile: "Since Miss Tang is so capable, could you do it again?"