Chapter 23

Birds chirped in the morning light, the golden sunlight in the sky shone on Victoria Harbor, the bridge was busy with cars and pedestrians.

Hong Kong ushered in a new day.

A stall with a glass cabinet passed through the dense crowd of people rushing to work and finally arrived at Temple Street on time.

Chu Yueqing parked the car in the stall.

The Chu Ji Tangshui stall was already full of people.

She first glanced at the stall next door. The familiar milk pie stall was still not set up, and the stall was empty.

Ah Shan Po didn't put out any fruit either, as she was sure that Lin Jiahua would open the stall on time. When she saw the empty stall, she was surprised: "What's wrong with Ah Hua? He hasn't opened the stall for so many days. Your fortune-telling stall is doing so well, so there must be a lot of people buying his milk cakes."

"Yes." Chu Yueqing couldn't help but worry. After all, everyone knew about Lin Jiahua's situation. He was frugal and worked hard to make money on weekdays. "Why did he take a break for two days and then another?"

"I'll go borrow De Ge's landline to make a call." Ah Shan Po looked at the fortune-telling team that was lined up like a sea of ​​people, and turned to the coffee shop.

Chu Yueqing bent down, took out the wooden table from under the stall and opened it, and took out two small wooden stools and placed them on both sides of the wooden table.

Then, she looked at the people outside the car and smiled, "Only two people a day, except for the first two, the other guests can leave."

Soon, the long line of people was reduced by half, but there were still many neighbors who had read the news and wanted to see if Chu Yueling was really as amazing as the newspapers said.

The first in line was a stylish woman, wearing a red leather skirt and black silk boots, with long hair dyed burgundy and tied behind her head with a clip, and her slender arms were folded across her chest.

After hearing that the others could go back, she glanced back while chewing gum, retracted her gaze, walked into the stall, put the red wallet on the table, sat down, and continued chewing gum.

"My sisters said that a magical fortune teller came to Temple Street, and her fortune telling was so accurate. It turned out to be you. Two hundred yuan a fortune?"

Chu Yueqing recognized the woman as the one who bumped into her that day, so she said, "If you think it's expensive, you don't have to pay."

"Who said it's expensive? I don't think so. If it's really accurate, adding another zero is not too much."

Since Cong Ling came, she had already inquired about the price. She earned nearly a thousand yuan a day, and the price of two hundred yuan a fortune telling was not too bad in her opinion.

Just after she finished speaking, Cong Ling chewed gum and sighed.

"But it's better to make money from acquaintances than from strangers. It's worth it for my sister to go downstairs and queue up early instead of going to work."

Chu Yueqing thought Cong Ling had an interesting personality, and asked with a smile, "What do you want to be told?"

Cong Ling hadn't spoken yet.

Among the people watching behind was the wife of a former client of Cong Ling. She recognized her and sneered.

"What's a streetwalker? You must be a future husband. Don't you think about who would dare to marry you?"

Cong Ling was ridiculed in public, but she was not afraid and immediately fought back: "I don't need to find a husband. After all, every customer tells me that I feel like a bridegroom every night."

"You have such a bad mouth. Be careful or I will introduce more girls to your husband."

A round of verbal battles followed.

The other party immediately shut up and lost.

It was not easy for her husband to return home. She was really worried that Cong Ling would introduce younger girls to him.

Cong Ling sarcastically said: "She was born like a pig's head, short and small. I don't know what a treasure is."

Cong Ling took out a tissue and spit out the chewing gum after complaining. Her expression was much more serious.

"Master, I want to know where my mother is now."

Chu Yueqing looked at Cong Ling's face, got Cong Ling's horoscope, and counted with her fingers.

"According to the horoscope, you were born in the year of Wushen. The four pillars and five elements are not noble, and you are also guilty of the eight specials. You are born with a shallow relationship with your relatives. The time of Shen is also spring. You..."

Chu Yueqing paused and changed his words to a euphemistic way: "There are many obstacles in your career, which is why you have not been able to change jobs."

The fortune-teller directly touched on the sensitive profession.

If it were someone else, they might feel embarrassed and leave on the spot.

Cong Ling was different. She admitted it directly: "Yes, every time I wanted to change my ways and find a proper job, the boss either went bankrupt and ran away, or there was a fire in the store and the whole business was gone. But it was normal for me to be a prostitute. I couldn't understand it before, but now it seems that I have a bad fate."

"As for the shallow ties with relatives, that's even more true. I have a bad relationship with my parents since I was a child, and the feelings between us are not even as deep as those between friends. If possible, I would rather be an orphan from the beginning."

As soon as Cong Ling finished speaking, the neighbors who came to see the excitement started discussing.

"I said that she must have been taught by her mother, so she didn't learn well."

"I think this girl is also born cruel. Her parents brought her into the world and gave her a life, but she is not grateful and blames her parents."

"Now you regret it, right? It must be that her parents don't want to pay attention to her, and she can't find anyone, so she comes to the fortune teller to calculate her horoscope."

"If you ask me, she deserves it."

Cong Ling listened to the rumors with a cold look in her eyes. She opened her wallet and took out a small box of ladies' cigarettes and asked, "Master, do you mind?"

Chu Yueqing shook her head.

Cong Ling took a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it.

Chu Yueqing asked, "If you are unhappy, why don't you curse back?"

"I'm used to it." Cong Ling took a puff of cigarette, and a hint of worry was already stained between her brows.

"Actually, you don't have to feel guilty. Your father has been beating you since you were a child, and your mother watched it happen but didn't protect you. No one can endure beatings without fighting back."

Chu Yueqing looked at the people around him with a calm expression and asked again.

"If you were in her situation, with not enough food to eat, not being able to afford books, a father who is addicted to alcohol, and a mother who doesn't know how to fight back and just resigns herself to fate, and 365 days a year, you are insulted, complained, and beaten every time you open your eyes, would you run away?"

The man was stumped by the question, and shook his head for a long time, looking at Cong Ling with pity.

It turns out that even young ladies have a tragic fate.

After Chu Yueqing got the reply, she looked at Cong Ling, "Since you have already escaped, why do you want to find them?"

"I don't want to find them." Cong Ling smiled bitterly, "When I ran away from the countryside, I followed my friends to sneak into Hong Kong. At that time, I swore that I must make a name for myself in Hong Kong."

"I haven't contacted them for more than ten years. Until I went back last year, I found that they had moved away long ago and no one knew where they went. Although my mother never protected me, she still thought of giving me food when I had no food to eat."

Cong Ling recalled the unpleasant past, her beautiful brows wrinkled, "When the night was quiet, I thought, when I ran away in a hurry without leaving a word, was she worried that I was dead? Was she heartbroken? I found her just to let her know that I was still alive."

"Since you have made up your mind."

Chu Yueqing took a pen and wrote down a calculated direction and handed it to Cong Ling.

"According to the horoscope, your mother has separated from her biological father, and the time node is exactly when you left. Now, she has moved to Sichuan Province, has a new family, and lives a happy life."

Cong Ling took the address, and her heart knot was untied and she was completely relieved: "Since she is doing well, I will ask someone to go and see her. After that, I will not contact her again."

Cong Ling took out two hundred yuan from her wallet to pay the fortune-telling fee, and wanted to get up and leave.

Chu Yue stopped her: "You haven't finished the fortune-telling yet, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Cong Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking it was about work, and shook her head nonchalantly: "Forget it, doing this job is voluntary, and people only have one life, so live the way you want. It's time-consuming to know the subsequent fate, and it's difficult to make choices."

She always believed that man can conquer nature.

If she knew her fate in advance, it would hinder her from making choices or decisions.

Hearing the lady's high-sounding words, some people couldn't help but sneer.

"Yeah, Master, it's her business if she wants to be a jerk."

"No one needs you to save, what are you saving?"

"Forget it, let her go, and count on the next one."

"Streetwalker, she's really dirty and sloppy."

Chu Yueqing silently took note of the person who made the noise and decided not to accept orders from people who made noises in the future.

"She doesn't need anyone to save her. She is nobler than you. If you want to make her unemployed, you might as well go home and take care of your husband, or learn from Mrs. Ding and cut off the one at home."

Mrs. Ding happened to be in the crowd. When she heard her name, she smiled and instructed a few people, "It's very simple. Disinfect the knife and cut it off quickly. I guarantee they won't dare to go out and do anything else again."

The people who were making a fuss were dissatisfied. Some even said that the husband would learn his lesson. As long as the young woman didn't seduce, the husband would definitely take care of the family.

But they were slapped in the face by Chu Yue's next words.

"Ms. Cong, your support for poor students is admirable. Unlike some people, they are only limited to picking up a man from a certain bed every day."

Cong Ling's originally indifferent face was filled with shock.

"Subsidizing should be a good thing, but there is a termite in it, and you should be careful."

Chu Yueqing looked at Cong Ling's face and found that her forehead was slightly blood red. "Two days later, you will find out the truth, but it will be too late by then. You were stabbed by her father and stayed in the hospital for a long time."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a commotion in the crowd.

No one could have imagined that a young lady could use the money she earned to subsidize poor students.

What does it have to do with career if you are loyal and righteous!

For a moment, applause broke out from the sky.

Cong Ling was stunned. No one knew about the student subsidy, and she never thought of using this as a bargaining chip, let alone using it to whitewash her image.

Anyway, her life is her own, and other people's words can't hurt her.

Cong Ling had never heard applause that was meant for her. She put out her cigarette, wiped away the tears from her eyes with her wine-red nails, and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll check it out."

Cong Ling left.

Soon it was the next person's turn.

The middle-aged man had half white hair and wore a cement-gray jacket. He smiled bitterly as he sat down.

"Master Chu, I've waited for so long, and it's finally my turn."

He had a big lower jaw, a square face, and big cheekbones. People with this kind of face should have a rich life, a noble wife and noble children.

But at the age of forty, his parents' palace, brothers' palace, and husband and wife's palace all had a negative aura.

Chu Yueqing looked at him, thinking.

In other words, in a short period of time, his parents, brothers, and wife died one after another.

Even his own life palace was tainted with evil spirits.

His life was in danger.