"Let me calculate it for you again, Brother Fang, please give me your birth date and time."

Li Wuming also became interested. His skills were getting better every day, so arranging a marriage was a piece of cake.

Fang Yanming hurriedly announced his birthday and stared longingly at Li Wuming, forgetting to eat. Everyone else was also looking at him, wanting to know what was going on with Fang Yanming's true love.

Li Wuming muttered something under his fingers, but no one could understand a word. After a long while, Li Wuming finally spoke, "The woman is older than you, um, a year or two older."

Ye Mingcheng laughed and said, "It's good to have a daughter who is three years older than you; she'll know how to take care of you."

Fang Yanming didn't mind; his mother was three years older than his father, and she was doing quite well.

“This girl is far away, yet right before your eyes. You have already met her, and the red thread of fate has been tied between you.”

"How come I didn't feel anything at all? Where is it? Explain yourself more clearly." Fang Yanming was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks.

He doesn't feel anything about where the red string is tied, and he's still an old bachelor.

Li Wuming rolled his eyes. "Don't rush me. I haven't finished speaking yet. The red string has been tied, but we need the right opportunity. The opportunity hasn't come yet, so there's no use in rushing. Let me calculate it again!"

"The opportunity will come in two months at most. You must seize it, otherwise, if you miss it, the next one will be five years from now."

Fang Yanming was startled. Five years later, he would be an old, rotten piece of meat, and he would never be able to find a wife.

"How am I supposed to know what a good opportunity is? There's nothing written on it, there should at least be some hint, and I don't even know which girl she is, how am I supposed to seize it?" Fang Yanming was getting anxious.

"Let me calculate it for you again."

Li Wuming began to calculate carefully again. After a long while, his expression changed. He glanced at Fang Yanming and then stammered, "That girl is not getting married for the first time, and you may have some difficulty having children. There is a fog in the 'Descendants Palace' that I cannot see clearly. I estimate there will be some twists and turns."

Ye Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and something seemed to flash through her mind.

Fang Yanming's expression also changed. "Recalculate it again, don't make a mistake."

He didn't care whether it was his first marriage or not, as long as the girl was good. But he felt uncomfortable without children. He really liked children, regardless of gender. It would be so nice to have a child of his own.

“That’s right, that’s how it is. Brother Fang, don’t worry, it’s not that we definitely don’t have a child, there have just been some twists and turns,” Li Wuming comforted him.

So, does it exist or not?

"It's hard to say. We can't see it clearly now, but maybe we'll be able to in a while," Li Wuming said truthfully.

Fang Yanming's happiness vanished instantly, and he looked somewhat dejected. He hadn't even gotten married yet, and he had already been sentenced to the death of childlessness. How could he possibly be happy?

"With advanced medicine these days, many people who can't have children have been cured. It's not a big problem," Lu Mo comforted him.

Fang Yanming wasn't petty, and he quickly came to terms with it. "Maybe this kid miscalculated. I reckon he did. He even said I've already met that girl. Where is she? I haven't seen her at all."

"I'm sure I didn't miscalculate..."

Li Wuming was unconvinced. He was a genius that only appeared once in a century, how could he have miscalculated? Before he could finish speaking, he kicked him hard. Ruan Yingzi glared at him fiercely, picked up a duck head for him, and said, "Eat!"

He obediently gnawed on the duck head, not daring to make a sound anymore, even though his calves were still cramping!

That tigress always kicks him with all her might; she never falters!