Riverbank.
The fortune teller looked Chu Fang up and down, his eyes like a blazing sun, seeing right through him. He answered slowly and deliberately: "Sir, you are born with the destiny of a Zi Ping (a type of Chinese astrology), destined for wealth and glory, career advancement, and a happy marriage. You are the countenance of a king among men."
"The word 'An' has two meanings. One is to be content with one's lot. Although Mr. An was born into wealth, he had a pure heart, was indifferent to fame and fortune, and did not bow down to wealth. The other is to be safe and sound. Mr. An lived a carefree life and was not troubled by life."
The fortune teller marveled.
He had been a fortune teller for decades and had seen countless fortunes. But this was the first time he had encountered someone born with a Zi Ping destiny, someone who was born carefree, successful in everything they did, and lived a peaceful and uneventful life, living a life that many people envied.
"no... ..."
Chu Fang frowned, and the fortune teller interrupted, "That's impossible. I've been telling fortunes for decades and I've never been wrong."
"You didn't figure out the answer to that math problem just now." The fortune teller's lips twitched. So, that incident wasn't going to be forgotten. Chu Fang smiled slightly. "Master, I'd like to ask you to predict my marriage prospects, not my career."
Chu Fang had to admit that the fortune teller in front of him, who seemed like a charlatan, was indeed quite skilled, and his predictions about wealth and status were almost entirely accurate.
His "cheat code" was a windfall that fell from the sky and hit him right on the head.
This should be what he referred to as the Zi Ping destiny chart.
But Chu Fang wanted to ask about marriage, not wealth.
The fortune teller misunderstood the question.
“... ..."
The fortune teller remained silent.
He felt his work wasn't going well tonight, but adhering to his professional ethics, he still said, "Sir, your marriage prospects are also very good. Judging from your handwriting, it's strong and powerful, flowing smoothly and making people feel comfortable. I guess your marriage is coming soon, either this year or next year, and you will meet your sweetheart and live happily ever after."
As the fortune teller made his calculations for Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue's brows suddenly furrowed, forming a "川" (river) shape, and a strange expression appeared between her brows.
Chu Fang was truly impressed by the fortune teller in front of him. From the moment they met, apart from making a mistake in the math, the fortune teller made no mistakes at all and described his experiences very clearly, whether it was getting rich or finding a partner.
He and Zhong Tingyue met this year, in less than a month.
"You've got something," Chu Fang said, giving him a thumbs-up while taking out his phone to scan the QR code.
Since the other party's calculations were so accurate, he wouldn't take advantage of them.
"By the way, can you calculate it?" he said, turning to Zhong Tingyue.
“Not interested.” Zhong Tingyue crossed her arms, shook her head, and then turned and walked away on her own.
Um?
Chu Fang tilted his head, looking somewhat puzzled.
Just a moment ago, she was speaking so politely, how did she suddenly become so cold?
How can this woman change so quickly?
After paying, he nodded to the fortune teller and left.
The fortune teller adjusted his sunglasses, revealing a slight smile beneath them. He crossed his legs and said, "Hmph! Young man, you're still too green to mess with me. You may have wealth and status, but you have no sense of propriety."
... ...
"Hey, why are you walking so fast?" On the way back, Zhong Tingyue walked very fast, as if there was a demon behind her. Chu Fang asked in confusion.
“It’s late, I want to go home,” Zhong Tingyue replied.
"It's only eight o'clock. You probably haven't left work yet at the company."
"What's it to you?"
“... ..."
There's an old saying that goes, "A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea."
Chu Fang sometimes really doesn't understand what women are thinking.
We arrived at the hotel quickly, where my colleagues were standing at the entrance.
Where did you go?
"Wow, you two have a pretty close relationship."
"We thought you two eloped."
“... ..."
Upon seeing the two, familiar colleagues teased them, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
No one thought about a romantic relationship between them, since Zhong Tingyue was always so cold to everyone, so why would she be interested in Chu Fang?
The group chatted for a while at the hotel entrance, then took taxis and left, each going home to their own families.
"Brother Chu, where did you two go?" Watching Zhong Tingyue's departing figure, the chubby Cai Guan, with his keen senses, felt that something was amiss and asked softly.
"Little brat, why are you so curious? Knowing too many secrets might get you assassinated." Chu Fang patted the chubby boy on the shoulder.
Cai Guan started school early and graduated early, only twenty years old. He hadn't seen much of the world and wasn't very mature, so Chu Fang often treated him like a child.
Chu Fang hailed a taxi and left immediately. Minister Ma Junjie frowned, his face filled with indescribable sorrow. He slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at the sky, and sighed deeply, "Alas!"
... ...
"Where are you going, handsome?" the driver asked as we got in the car.
Chu Fang replied, "Zhonghai Mingyuan."
The driver, who had been somewhat lazy, blurted out upon hearing the answer, "Holy crap! Is it that luxury residential complex worth tens of millions?"
"If there is no second Zhonghai Mingyuan in Shanghai, then it should be."
The driver understood and started the car, heading towards the destination.
Throughout the journey, the driver repeatedly peered at Chu Fang with curiosity through the camera lens, filled with astonishment.
Zhonghai Mingyuan is a famous residential community in Shanghai, a place that countless people dream of living in. I never expected that this handsome young man would actually live there.
He's definitely a rich kid.
Chu Fang reminded the other driver, "Drive carefully, sir."
"Oh, it's alright. I've been driving for decades. Although my car's performance and price can't compare to yours, I've never had an accident. Don't worry about it," the driver replied.
Chu Fang smiled slightly, feeling that the driver had a million questions on his mind, but he only needed to tell him to drive carefully to contact Chu Fang's car.
He was in a good mood tonight, so he chatted with the driver, saying, "It's alright. I think most cars are pretty much the same in terms of performance. As long as you can drive it, it's a good car."
“Oh, how can you say they’re almost the same?” the master retorted. “There’s a world of difference between a Honda and a BMW. I’ve always wanted a BMW in my life; how cool that would be.”
On the way back, Chu Fang chatted with the driver about cars the whole time. Men always love cars, and he talked about his experiences driving luxury cars, which made the driver very eager to try them out.
Upon arriving at their destination, the driver finally snapped out of his daze and watched Chu Fang walk towards the prestigious residential complex with his hands in his pockets, a feeling of envy rising within him.
At such a young age, they already possess items that are unimaginable for ordinary people.
How carefree and enjoyable that life must have been!
He longed to be one of them, but it was destined to be impossible.
"Sorry, sir, taxis can't stay here for too long," the security guard knocked on the car window and reminded him.
The driver looked away, started the car, and drove off.
Before leaving, I looked back at the neighborhood and couldn't help but sigh, "How can the difference between people be so vast?!"
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