Chapter 105 The so-called "Fragrant Concubine" is nothing but a disease

We arrived at Youranju on time that afternoon. Master was not only tired but also had a slight cold, so I hurried to the pharmacy to give him a box of "Compound Paracetamol and Amantadine Capsules" and told him to have a good rest.

I walked into the living room and just sat down when several people came to do fortune telling.

The first few are easy, but for the last woman, the test requires the character “带” (bring).

She said, "Can we cooperate with others in partnership?"

I asked, “Business?”

She nodded.

I looked at the word "带" and smiled, "It's not just ordinary business. It's government-commissioned business with binding constraints, like running an accounting firm or an auditing firm together, right?"

The woman looked at me with admiration and smiled, "Amazing prediction. Yes, we run an auditing firm."

I said, "This word is easy to predict. When forming a partnership, only one person can make the decision. Otherwise, there is no point in cooperating."

She tilted her head and asked: "What?"

I said, "This 'belt', which was worn around the waist in ancient times, had to be tied with a loose knot. One person could only tie the knot and the other untie it. If two people were to untie it, it would be a mess and the knot would definitely be a tight knot."

The woman scanned the QR code on the wall and left.

At this time, Xiaolin called and said that he wanted to discuss something with me in person.

I wanted to go to the high-speed rail station. I had to pass by Fengyanting anyway, so I stood up and stretched, and told Aunt Chen that I wanted to get off work early.

Aunt Chen nodded and I left.

We arrived at Fengyan Pavilion and went up to 2201. The workers were busy. Xiaolin was standing in the living room. When he saw me, he led me to the bathroom and said, "My original design wasn't very reasonable. I want to make some changes to the bathroom. I need your approval first."

I nodded and said, "Go ahead."

She pointed to the wall next to the squat toilet and said, "I want to make a hole here. I can put a candle holder in this hole. In case of a power outage, you can light a candle. Normally, you can put your phone, a book...anything you have in your hand, you can put it here."

I gave him a thumbs-up. "You're so thoughtful. How about this? I'm quite busy, so you can just treat this house as yours. Decorate it however you want. I trust you."

Her face flushed as she said, "Of course I strive for perfection, but I'll still ask for your opinion. If you're too busy, I'll make the decision for you on minor changes."

I looked around the other rooms. The workers were each doing their job. They joked, "Master Wan, don't worry. Xiaolin is overseeing the renovations, and she's even more serious about it than she is about decorating her own home."

I was touched but also a little uneasy. I thought about inviting her to dinner, but after turning the idea around in my head for a few times, I gave up.

Xiao Lin said, "Just go and do your thing. You can be assured here."

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will give you a big red envelope after the inspection."

She grinned, "Who cares? Is it because business is booming these days that you think money can buy anything?"

My scumbag personality came back, humming a little tune: "White clouds are dedicated to the blue sky, and the years are dedicated to the rivers. What can I give to you, my friend?"

Then he said, "The red envelope is a token of appreciation. Otherwise, how can I thank you?"

She gave me a sidelong look and went to check in another room.

I went downstairs and checked the time. The high-speed train was about to arrive at the station, so I drove to pick up Murong Feng.

We met at the high-speed rail station, and he said he had already booked a hotel online. I said, "Let's go to the hotel first and talk after dinner."

It was a chain hotel with a buffet, and we had dinner before returning to his room.

Murong Feng recounted his experience slowly, explaining that since he started working, he had been driving for various executives. His life had been quite stable. Now, a friend had invited him to do business in the south.

I nodded and said, "Yes, this is indeed an important choice in your life. At home, you don't have to worry about anything and you're very safe. Go out and work hard, you might make a fortune, or you might lose everything but your shorts."

Murong Feng said, "That's why I came to ask the master for advice."

I was a little touched, and felt a great sense of responsibility. So I said, "Let's stick to the old rules. Please write a word."

He wrote the word "South" on the paper.

I pounded my fist on the table. "Go ahead, this is definitely a chance."

He asked, "Why?"

I laughed and said, "You didn't write this, you didn't write that, but you chose to write 'South'. Look, there's a RMB symbol in this 'South'?"

He took a closer look and said, "Indeed, I didn't usually notice it."

At this time, I stood up and said, "Murong, you said a friend invited you to do business, I think you are lying to me."

He was startled and stammered, "You, what did you see?"

I pointed at the character "南" (South) and said, "You're probably being transferred to a city in the south with your boss. Your job is still driving, but your boss's job has changed. His new job is to oversee the use of funds."

Murong's face turned red and then white, and he asked me how I knew.

I said, "The word 'Nan' is like someone holding a cage over money."

He nodded and said, "Master is indeed a master."

He then told me about his life. He was born in the countryside, learned to drive, and a relative who worked as a driver for a municipal government agency recommended him for a temporary job. Gradually, he made the transition from temporary to full-time employment.

He then married an elementary school teacher, and they were quite affectionate and lived happily together. Strangely enough, he recently had a daughter. Upon her birth, something strange happened: when she urinated, the whole house was filled with a fragrant aroma, something that even the doctors found incredible. Thus, his daughter's nickname was "Fragrant Concubine."

I didn't take it seriously at first, but when I heard him talk about his daughter's strange deeds, I was shocked.

I'd read many medical books and learned that his daughter had "maple syrup urine disease," which isn't a body odor, but a metabolic abnormality that produces a sweet, maple syrup-like odor. It's a recessive genetic disease with no cure.

I remained silent for a long time, and Murong Feng looked at me.

I said, "Your destiny is good, but it also has its ups and downs. You will get divorced in the future."

His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head: "Master, no matter what, I will not divorce you. When we were dating, I was a temporary worker and she was a teacher with a full-time job. She married me despite being abandoned by everyone."

I closed my eyes in pain and said, "Love can be reckless, like a moth to a flame. But marriage is full of little details, very trivial."

What I couldn't bear to tell him was that when his little daughter grew up a little, they would find out that she was not the "Fragrant Concubine", but the "fuse" of their emotional discord.

Unable to cure the disease, they had to keep the child alive, and gradually began to investigate the genetics, which inevitably led to conflicts between the two of them. It ended in divorce.

He asked: "Master, we really won't get divorced. No matter what difficulties we face, we will face them together."

I swallowed back what I was about to say and said with a smile, "I believe