Chapter 41 I knew the people on the overpass weren't really capable.
"Mom, what are you standing there for? Yu Rou is still waiting at the hospital!" Shen Yichuan urged, reaching out to pull her.
Madam Shen suddenly turned to the side to avoid his hand, her movement so fast that it startled Shen Yichuan.
She hastily wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her hand, her voice hurried, "Yichuan, go pick up Yurou from the hospital yourself. I... I have something to do, I'll be back later."
"What could be more important than picking up Yu Rou?" Shen Yichuan frowned, his tone dissatisfied.
Madam Shen did not answer, but quickly picked up the white roses on the ground and stuffed them into Shen Yichuan's arms.
Then he almost staggered as he ran toward the garage, the sound trailing behind him:
"Don't worry about me, go quickly!"
Holding the bouquet, Shen Yichuan watched as Madam Shen hurriedly started a low-key black sedan that she rarely drove, quickly drove away from the villa, and merged into the traffic.
The direction... seems to be the direction Shen Yuepo just left in.
"what the hell!"
Shen Yichuan cursed under his breath, but ultimately got into another car with a gloomy face and headed to the hospital alone.
Madam Shen gripped the steering wheel tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.
She parked her car in a quiet spot, one block away from the bustling "Xinghe Overpass" in the capital.
She dared not get too close, for fear of being discovered by Shen Yuepo.
She put on sunglasses and a mask, then took out a wide-brimmed sun hat from her bag and put it on, covering herself up completely before getting out of the car and mingling into the bustling crowd, walking towards the overpass.
My heart was pounding in my chest, mixed with an indescribable sense of shame.
The wife of the chairman of the prestigious Shen Group actually disguised herself and came to a place like Tianqiao just to secretly catch a glimpse of her daughter who was setting up a fortune-telling stall there.
The entrance to the overpass was bustling with people, and the cries of vendors, the laughter of pedestrians, and the roar of vehicles mingled together, creating a noisy cacophony.
Madam Shen frowned slightly. She rarely set foot in such an environment and felt that the air was somewhat murky.
She squeezed into the crowd, her eyes searching anxiously.
Finally, in a slightly secluded corner in the middle of the overpass, she saw that familiar figure.
Shen Yuepo sat quietly on a simple little stool that she had found somewhere.
The off-white ramie long gown stood out starkly against the drab surroundings, like moonlight that had strayed into the mortal world, its pristine cleanness incongruous with its surroundings.
In front of her was a cardboard sign with the words "Infallible Predictions! No Money If It Doesn't Work!" written in thick ink.
Unlike the other vendors around her, Shen Yuepo did not hawk her wares to attract customers.
She simply lowered her eyes slightly, her expression calm and undisturbed, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her.
Her aloof and detached demeanor did not overwhelm her; instead, it acted like a magnet, quietly attracting curious or inquisitive glances.
Madam Shen hid behind several pedestrians who were looking at their phones, watching from a distance.
Seeing her daughter sitting in such a simple place with such a sign in front of her, her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, a mix of bitterness and heartache.
"This girl is really pretty, why is she setting up a stall here?"
"Fortune telling? So young? You must be faking it."
"I must say, this guy's demeanor really doesn't seem like that of a typical conman..."
"Tch, just putting on an act. There are plenty of swindlers on the overpass."
The whispers of passersby drifted intermittently into Madam Shen's ears, each word like a needle pricking her heart.
She desperately wanted to rush up, grab her daughter, and leave, telling her that the Shen family could give her the best life.
Just then, a well-dressed, plump woman of about fifty years old, wearing a pearl necklace, stopped in front of Shen Yuepo's stall.
Her face showed obvious impatience and anxiety, and her eyes darted back and forth between Shen Yuepo and the signboard, as if she was hesitating.
Madam Shen recognized her; she was the wife of a jeweler in the capital, surnamed Chen, whom she had met at a charity gala.
Madam Shen subconsciously pulled her hat brim down even lower, her eyes behind her sunglasses fixed on that direction.
Mrs. Chen was clearly troubled by something thorny.
His gaze swept over the old men and women who had set up fortune-telling stalls on both sides of the overpass, but his eyes were full of suspicion and distrust.
Finally, her gaze fell on Shen Yuepo, drawn by his unique and aloof temperament.
After much hesitation, and with no other option but to try anything, I finally squatted down in front of the small stool, my tone filled with doubt and urgency:
"Young lady, you... can you really predict the future?"
"Something really weird has been happening in our house lately!"
She spoke quickly and urgently, as if she had finally found an outlet after holding it in for a long time:
“Our family has been in the jewelry business for a long time. But starting from the end of last month, several old items that have been passed down for generations in our safe have been disappearing one after another!”
We checked the surveillance footage several times, and the doors and windows were perfectly fine, without a trace. It's like they vanished into thin air. Calling the police didn't help either!
My husband got so worried he developed blisters on his lips, and the elders in the family are even more suspicious, saying... saying it's because he's been tainted by something unclean! I haven't been able to sleep well for the past few days.
She rubbed her reddened eyes, looking at Shen Yuepo with a mixture of hope and doubt:
"Can you...can you figure out anything? Is there really something...whether it's something else at work?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Shen's heart also tightened.
The loss of a valuable family heirloom, with no known cause, is indeed strange; no wonder Mrs. Chen is so anxious.
Shen Yuepo then raised his eyes.
Her gaze settled calmly on Mrs. Chen's face, without any pleasantries or solicitation; her cool voice stood out clearly against the noisy background:
"Your youngest son will face a calamity within three days, likely near water."
Madam Shen's heart skipped a beat.
Mrs. Chen clearly came to inquire about the lost items, so why is Yuepo suddenly cursing her child? Isn't that just asking for trouble?
Sure enough, Mrs. Chen's expression changed drastically instantly. She stood up abruptly, her voice rising in volume:
"What nonsense are you spouting? My son is perfectly fine! You little liar, you won't answer my question and you dare to curse my son?! I knew those people on the overpass weren't really capable..."
Her chest heaved with anger, and she pointed at Shen Yuepo, about to unleash a torrent of curses.
All eyes were immediately drawn to them.
Madam Shen's heart was in her throat, and she almost couldn't help but rush out to protect her daughter.
However, Shen Yuepo remained completely unmoved by Mrs. Chen's fury, not even raising an eyebrow.
She simply added a sentence, her gaze still fixed on the bracelet:
"The item on your wrist is haunted by evil spirits. If you do not discard it within three days, it will bring misfortune to your closest relatives. The lost items in your home also stem from this."
These words were like a spell that froze the enraged Mrs. Chen in place.
The color drained from her face instantly. She looked at her wrist in horror, instinctively covering the bracelet with her hand, her eyes filled with terror.
This bracelet is a lucky charm that she recently acquired from a master in Southeast Asia at a high price.
"How...how did you know..." Mrs. Chen's voice trembled uncontrollably, her previous anger replaced by immense fear.
Shen Yuepo stopped looking at her and lowered her eyes again, as if the conversation had never happened:
"Believe it or not, it's up to you. That's all I have to say."
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