Although homosexuality is now legal, many people still don't understand it. Normally, Xie Tingsi would just pretend not to see it, but this time Yu Qiuchi was in the middle, and Xie Tingsi was easily angered by it.
He was keeping his temper in check in the car, mindful that Yu Qiuchi's words were already quite clean.
Yu Qiuchi didn't think much of it; he usually didn't speak up when he encountered this kind of person. If Xie Tingsi hadn't retorted earlier, he would already be waiting for his brother to come and bail him out.
After all, it's common knowledge that Mr. Chi has a bad temper in private.
The morning market was more lively than Yu Qiuchi had expected. He originally thought the morning market was just for selling breakfast, but who knew it had everything.
There was also a fortune teller at a stall. Yu Qiuchi found it strange that fortune tellers were all so good-looking these days.
"Young man, would you like a fortune telling?" The fortune teller looked very young, wearing a somewhat tattered robe. He sat casually on the ground, a string of beads engraved with some kind of incantation on his wrist, giving him the air of a reclusive sage! If you ignored the way he was fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan while munching on a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe).
However, when it comes to fortune telling, Yu Qiuchi has actually had quite a bit of experience with it.
When he was a child, because of his congenital weakness, his father took him to see some masters. However, he was too young to understand why he had to spend the night in the temple. He was afraid when he stood in front of those gods and Buddhas, but his older brother would stay with him.
“Okay, how much?” Yu Qiuchi readily agreed and took out her phone to scan the QR code.
Fortune tellers are keeping up with the times these days, even using online payment methods.
Xie Tingsi had seen many fortune tellers on the street; for him, it was just a matter of spending money for fun, as long as he was happy.
The fortune teller covered the QR code with a palm-leaf fan and said mysteriously, "If you're destined to meet me, consider this a gift from me."
"No need." Yu Qiuchi subconsciously refused. Spending money was a small matter; he didn't want to owe anyone anything because of it.
The fortune teller finished the last bite of his pancake, clapped his hands, stood up, shook the crumbs off his clothes, and leaned against a telephone pole like an old man. He pointed to Yu Qiuchi's chest and muttered to himself, "Someone has already paid for you!"
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