Yang Yiyi was dressed in a fashionable dress, with an expensive diamond necklace around her neck, exquisite makeup on her face, and a designer handbag in her hand. She was dressed like a wealthy lady, dazzling people's eyes, which was completely different from her previous poor image.
Someone stepped forward and asked curiously, "Yang Yiyi, I heard that you've been chosen by the Sheng family to be their daughter-in-law. Is that true?"
Yang Yiyi nodded, her previous aloofness and inferiority complex gone, replaced by a smug look: "My birth charts are compatible with the young master of the Sheng family. The master said we are a match made in heaven, so we got engaged. Now I am the young master's fiancée."
"Wow!"
A chorus of exclamations arose from the surrounding crowd, and many people cast envious, jealous, and resentful glances.
Someone immediately stepped forward to flatter her: "Yang Yiyi, you're going to marry into a wealthy family and become a rich wife, you've really made it big, don't forget about us."
Yang Yiyi, who had always been looked down upon, now held her head high with pride: "Don't worry, we're all classmates, I won't forget you. I'm here to process my leave of absence. After I marry into the Sheng family, I'll have to take care of my husband wholeheartedly, so I won't have time to come to school anymore."
Everyone responded with an "oh," and many people cast envious glances at them again.
Seeing this, Chu Yu shook her head. It was really foolish to give up her studies in order to marry into a wealthy family.
At this moment, she noticed that Yang Yiyi's forehead was dark and there was a wisp of black energy on the top of her head. She did some calculations with her fingers and her brows furrowed slightly.
Yang Yiyi has an unlucky appearance and is destined for bloodshed.
After chatting with a few classmates for a while, Yang Yiyi walked out of the classroom, intending to go through the procedures for taking a leave of absence. Chu Yu quickly chased after her and called her back.
Yang Yiyi stopped and turned to look at her, asking in surprise, "Chu Yu, is there something you need from me?"
Out of consideration for their past as classmates, Chu Yu stepped forward and kindly reminded him, "Your luck has been bad lately, and you're prone to bloodshed. This marriage isn't the right one for you. You should think it over carefully."
Yang Yiyi's expression changed, and she glared at her unhappily, saying in an annoyed tone, "I finally managed to marry into a wealthy family and escape poverty, and you actually say such things to me? Do you really think you're a fortune teller? You're not just jealous of me like everyone else, trying to ruin my marriage with Young Master Sheng, are you?"
Chu Yu's lips twitched, and she retorted, "You misunderstood. Not everyone is so dark-hearted. I just hope you are safe. Besides, the idea of a marriage to bring good luck is unfounded and may not even improve the young master of the Sheng family's condition."
Yang Yiyi was furious: "What nonsense are you talking about? The master said that I am a perfect match for Young Master Sheng, and I am his lucky star. Chu Yu, don't say such things that spoil the mood, or I will not be polite to you."
After saying that, she stomped her foot and stormed off.
Chu Yu watched her departing figure and shook her head.
It's hard to persuade a damn fool with kind words.
Since she's determined to go down this path to the bitter end, let her be.
After Yang Yiyi completed the leave of absence procedures, she did not attend classes for the next few days. Meanwhile, news came from the Sheng family that the young master's condition had improved and the Sheng family began preparing for the wedding.
The classmates exclaimed once again that Yang Yiyi had struck it lucky and was about to rise to a high position.
Chu Yu ignored the matter and focused on her studies.
That afternoon, the sky was overcast and a light rain began to fall.
As Chu Yu left the library, she passed a corner and saw a pale-faced little boy in a hospital gown squatting under a big tree, holding a black bag. He looked anxiously at the passing crowd, as if he was looking for someone.
Chu Yu immediately recognized that the little boy was not human, but a wisp of soul. He had the aura of a living person on him; he was not a ghost, but a living soul.
For the past three days, he has been here at this time every day.
After Chu Yu waited until no one was around, she stepped forward and asked, "Little friend, who are you waiting for here? It's very dangerous for a living person's soul to be separated from their body for too long. You should go back quickly."
The little boy looked at her in surprise: "You can see me?"
Chu Yu nodded: "Yes, I am a metaphysician."
The little boy cried out and took a step back in alarm, becoming frightened.
Chu Yu quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't catch you. I just want to persuade you to go back into your body as soon as possible."
The little boy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As soon as I find my sister, I'll go back right away."
Chu Yu asked, "Who is your sister? I can help you find her."
The little boy looked at her warily: "I can't tell you. Let me wait here a little longer. I'll go back when it gets dark."
Seeing his insistence, Chu Yu had no choice but to go along with him.
Chu Yu came out of the school gate and was about to go to the bus stop to wait for the bus when a luxury car suddenly drove up and stopped in front of her. The back window of the car rolled down, revealing a noble and handsome figure.
It's Fu Yunche.
"Get in the car!"
Fu Yunche gave her instructions.
Chu Yu opened the car door, sat down next to him, and the car started and sped away.
Inside the car, Fu Yunche sat upright, exuding elegance and possessing a stunning profile. After a moment of being captivated by his beauty, Chu Yu asked, "Why are you here?"
Fu Yunche turned to look at her and explained slowly, "I just went to the company and picked you up on my way back."
"Oh, thank you."
Just as Chu Yu finished speaking, her stomach suddenly growled. She had been busy all afternoon and was now quite hungry.
Fu Yunche thoughtfully took a paper bag filled with food from the side and handed it to her: "There's some food here, have some to tide you over."
Chu Yu opened the bag, which contained Orleans roasted chicken legs, roasted chicken cutlets, chicken burgers, and fries, all still warm, indicating they had just been bought.
A warm feeling welled up in Chu Yu's heart, and she asked, "Did you go out of your way to buy it?"
Fu Yunche glanced at her and explained somewhat awkwardly, "Song Ze was hungry, so he went to buy some food. He couldn't finish the leftovers."
Song Ze, who was driving in front, twitched at the corner of his mouth.
He was the one who bought it on the way because he was worried that Chu Yu would be hungry, but he's the one being blamed.
Oh!
So arrogant!
"Eat quickly, it will get cold later."
Fu Yunche reminded her, and Chu Yu nodded, taking out a piece of grilled chicken cutlet and starting to eat.
Seeing her eating with relish, Fu Yunche's lips curled into a pleased smile.
They've been getting along well these past few days, especially during meals. Chu Yu eats with great relish, and seeing this, he also has an appetite and eats more than usual.
After Chu Yu finished eating, Fu Yunche had just taken a tissue to wipe her mouth when he suddenly started to have a headache.
He reached up and touched his forehead, where large beads of cold sweat appeared.
He has a chronic headache problem, but thanks to Chu Yu's herbal medicine treatment these past few days, he has had very few headaches. Unexpectedly, it flared up again today.
Seeing that he had fallen ill again, Song Ze became anxious: "Sir, has your headache flared up again? Oh no, the medicine is at home. I'll hurry and send it back to you."
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