Chapter 82 Yaoyao, Mom will teach you a lesson today: You must take control of your own destiny.
Wen Yao's singing ability is far superior to her painting ability, by several hundred times.
However, it's only about the standard of a karaoke bar.
Unfortunately, Fu Jinzhi didn't appreciate it; he only understood Wen Yao's unspoken meaning: she had stayed up all night.
Looking at Wen Yao, who was hiding by the wall looking aggrieved and pitiful, Fu Jinzhi snorted coldly and quickly walked towards Wen Yao.
Wen Yao wasn't afraid at all; Fu Jinzhi wouldn't do anything to her.
She was very confident, as confident as a cat that had never been hit before. When she saw her owner's hand pressing down, she was not afraid at all, but dared to swat back with her paw.
Wen Yao straightened her chest, no longer cowering, and looked directly at Fu Jinzhi: "Tch, what can you do to me?"
The next second, Fu Jinzhi came to Wen Yao and picked her up in his arms.
Wen Yao: "!!!"
Wen Yao froze, her voice stammering, "What...what are you doing?"
Fu Jinzhi gently lifted Wen Yao, deliberately startling her, "What can I do? Send the disobedient wife back to her room to sleep."
Wen Yao tried her best to stretch herself out a distance, "I have legs now, let me go back by myself."
Fu Jinzhi's voice was full of laughter: "No."
"Wow!"
Just as Wen Yao was about to continue struggling, she suddenly heard a cry of surprise from not far away.
She instinctively turned her head and saw the stunned expression on the early shift maid's face.
Aaaaaaah!
Wen Yao silently buried her face in Fu Jinzhi's arms, trying to find peace of mind by not seeing or hearing anything.
She smelled the fragrance on Fu Jinzhi's body, a somewhat cool woody scent, yet the temperature of his chest was so hot, the two intertwined as if they were experiencing both ice and fire.
This is outrageous, Fu Jinzhi!
Drag him away and execute him!
Humans are so hypocritical. (Comment by 8848)
The host must really like it, otherwise, with her fighting skills, she could have punched Fu Jinzhi into the wall so hard he wouldn't be able to be pried off.
"Oh dear, you idiot system, don't you know that the etiquette in the human world is to see through something but not say it?"
Wen Yao had already been placed on the bed. Seeing Fu Jinzhi walk out of the room, she rolled over on the bed.
She seems to really like Fu Jinzhi. Should I pursue her?
As she conceived a series of plans for pursuing her goals, Wen Yao gradually fell asleep.
Upon hearing her proposals, 8848: [...]
If your underhanded tactics actually manage to win over Fu Jinzhi, it only proves that he's head over heels in love with you.
What do you mean by hiding in Fu Jinzhi's closet and rushing out to make a heart shape with his hands when he gets his clothes?
If the male lead had even a slight heart condition, he would have died from Wen Yao's "romantic" attacks!
Before Wen Yao could even plan how to pursue Fu Jinzhi, she received a call from Madam Fu.
Madam Fu: "Yaoyao, a friend of mine recommended a very accurate fortune teller. Why don't you have your fortune told too?"
A very accurate master?
Wen Yao raised an eyebrow: "Mom, there are a lot of swindlers these days."
Madam Fu showed no anger; her voice remained gentle and smiling.
"This is an old master from out of town, but he has calculated a lot about my past, and he is really quite accurate."
"You young people might not believe in these things, but you can play along with me."
Wen Yao felt helpless. She remembered that Fu Jinzhi had mentioned that Madam Fu was a woman who believed in fate very much.
Not wanting to spoil her elders' fun, Wen Yao packed her things and went over.
The Fu family's old house remains unchanged. The sun is shining brightly, and the sycamore trees outside the windows cast a shadow into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Madam Fu was chatting and laughing with a wise and venerable old gentleman.
Wen Yao sized up the old master who was said to be very accurate in fortune telling. His hair was snow-white and his face was ruddy. He really looked like a wise and virtuous man with white hair and a youthful face.
"Yaoyao, you've come."
Madam Fu, with her sharp eyes, spotted Wen Yao immediately and stood up to introduce the two of them.
"Come here quickly, this is Master Song. Master Song, this is my second daughter-in-law, Wen Yao."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Madam Fu got down to business, smiling broadly: "Master Song, could you please tell the fortunes of me and Yaoyao?"
Master Song stroked his snow-white beard and took out a divination tube from the canvas bag on the ground: "You two may draw lots."
Wen Yao happily raised her hand: "Then let me go first!"
She listened to Master Song's instructions, closed her eyes, silently recited her prayers, and shook the divination sticks.
With a "thud," the bamboo skewer fell to the ground.
Master Song picked up the fortune stick:
[A turbulent storm brews, a lone boat must cross the river; skill conceals clumsiness, and human affairs are fraught with setbacks.]
A very bad omen.
Even without interpreting the divination slip, Wen Yao knew it wasn't a pleasant thing, and Madam Fu's smile faded considerably.
Master Song: "I wonder what Miss Wen is asking?"
Wen Yao didn't mind; she frankly said, "Marriage."
Master Song shook his head repeatedly, his expression filled with deep sorrow: "This fortune slip is also known as 'Wasted Years,' and drawing it means that your marriage will not be smooth."
Wen Yao turned to look at Madam Fu. She wasn't afraid because she didn't believe these things, but what if Madam Fu did...?
Madam Fu is a firm believer in fate.
Sure enough, the smile that Madam Fu put on again lacked sincerity, and her voice was lukewarm: "Yaoyao, go shake it one more time."
Master Song quickly stopped her, saying, "Madam Fu, this is inappropriate..."
Madam Fu glanced over and said lightly, "There's nothing inappropriate about it."
So Wen Yao drew the hexagram a second time: the worst possible outcome.
Madam Fu: "Continue."
Wen Yao drew the lottery for the third time: a medium to low result.
Madam Fu: "Continue."
Wen Yao's fourth draw: Unlucky draw
Madam Fu: "Continue."
Wen Yao drew the fortune stick for the fifth time: a very auspicious one.
Madam Fu picked up the bamboo skewer:
[A notice is posted at the Heavenly Gate, determining the winner; horses neigh on the fragrant meadows, and deer cry in the high autumn air.]
A genuine smile returned to her face: "This very auspicious fortune slip is quite famous."
"Yaoyao, it means that everything will go smoothly for you, and naturally your marriage will be very auspicious."
"I knew you were lucky."
Wen Yao couldn't help but laugh out loud. Madam Fu's attitude of not giving up until she got the lot she wanted, is that what you call believing in fate?
As if sensing what Wen Yao was thinking, Madam Fu gracefully returned the lot to the container.
"Yaoyao, Mom will teach you a lesson today."
"You must take control of your own destiny."
Wen Yao smiled and replied, "Okay, I understand."
Master Song's face flushed red and then turned pale with anger, his finger trembling as he pointed at Madam Fu and Wen Yao:
"Only the first signature is valid; the rest are completely meaningless."
"You cannot change fate by doing this!"
Madam Fu ignored him and closed her eyes to draw a fortune stick, which turned out to be a medium-to-low fortune.
Master Song glanced at it and immediately said, "This divination slip means that someone in your family is incompatible with you. If this continues, your household will be in turmoil!"
Madam Fu stroked her chin, seemingly somewhat worried, "Is that so?"
Master Song seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and he was about to explain his solution.
Then Madam Fu beckoned to the bodyguards on both sides, "Send Master Song out, and don't forget to take his bag."
Master Song was dragged away, dumbfounded.
I could vaguely hear Madam Fu say behind me, "So it turns out that Master Song is my nemesis."
Wen Yao said tactfully, "He probably didn't mean to talk about himself."
Madam Fu shook her head: "Who else could it be but him? Before he came, our household was perfectly peaceful!"
Master Song: @gj＆&＃sb*
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