Chapter 1216 - 1188: What Did Qian Drink Back Then? (Fourth Update)

Chapter 1216: Chapter 1188: What Did Qian Drink Back Then? (Fourth Update)

It’s a bit strange to ask someone this right away, but Fugui, although confused, still answered honestly.

"I wash the dishes. My wife is currently pregnant and can’t stand the smell of the kitchen."

Chang Xiangsi nodded, satisfied with this answer, and continued to ask.

"Who does the laundry?"

"The washing machine."

"What about things the washing machine can’t wash?"

"Me, my wife can’t stand the smell of laundry detergent either."

"Does your job keep you too busy?"

"It’s manageable, the office is close to home, convenient for taking care of things." Fugui was bewildered by the questions, this lady was being very thorough.

"Miss, I haven’t asked your esteemed name yet, but I’d like to thank you personally in the future, this time you’ve really helped us a lot."

Chang Xiangsi waved her hand, "Don’t call me ’Miss,’ it’s a generation gap. No need for you to come over, I’ll go home with you later."

"..." Fugui was full of questions. What’s going on here? Why does the benefactor want to go to his house?

By this time, the police had arrived. Everyone had been handcuffed. Yu Minglang was explaining the situation while Qian comforted her frightened mother. Her eyes drifted to Fugui, seeing him and the person who had surprisingly helped everyone ease out of trouble talking happily.

Chang Xiangsi was quite pleased with Fugui. He was very polite; he indeed seemed just like her disciple had described over the phone. Out of professional habit, she also read Fugui’s face, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she felt.

"Not bad, a wide forehead suggests he won’t go out seeking romantic troubles, a round lower face shows a focus on family priorities, and an upright line on the upper lip signifies wealth. Very good, very good."

"Miss, my full name is Fugui." Fugui understood only this one sentence after she said all that.

Fugui, well, it matches his own name.

"I told you, don’t call me ’Miss,’ you should call me Master."

"..." Poor honest Fugui was confused again.

At this point, Qian and her mother came over, wanting to thank this woman as well.

"Thank you for your timely help. Without you, my mother and I would have been in danger."

"You’re welcome. Are you Chen Xiaoqian?"

As Qian approached, she heard what the woman said, and was already curious. Now hearing her call her name directly, it was even stranger.

"I am, and you are—"

Chang Xiangsi looked Qian up and down, nodding, "Indeed, you have a highly perceptive and clever face, especially those well-formed ears. Ears lighter than the face mean you will become an authority in some field, but such a domineering face is not necessarily good for a woman’s marriage."

"I’ve already married, and my husband is outstanding."

"Is that your husband?" Chang Xiangsi pointed at Yu Minglang.

Qian nodded.

"Wait, I need my glasses; as one gets older, the eyes aren’t as sharp as when young..." Chang Xiangsi took a box from her pocket, pulling out her glasses to look at Yu Minglang ten meters away.

"Oh..." Seeing Yu Minglang’s face, then checking Qian’s and calculating with her fingers, Chang Xiangsi said, "I happen to know that guy’s birth details, how about yours?"

Qian had suspected her identity when she said she knew Yu Minglang’s details, and now she guessed who she was.

No wonder! So it’s her!

Qian’s mother, still shaken, saw a supposed high-level fortune teller and got excited, quickly reporting Qian’s birth details.

With her fingers, Chang Xiangsi calculated, while Fugui still hadn’t caught on. Qian mouthed something silently to him. Fugui couldn’t read her lips the first time. She repeated it, and his mouth formed an ’O’.

No way? What a coincidence?!

Chang Xiangsi finished reading the fate, clicking her tongue in wonder.

"Wow, it’s really something that you two met, a match made in heaven. You’re the Po Jun Star, he’s Seven Killing Star. If separated, your lives would be a series of peaks and valleys, but together you’re formidable. If you had a Tianlang Star, and formed the Killing, Breaking, and Wolf set, that would be impressive."

"Killing what wolf?" Qian’s mom, superstitious, was instantly captivated by this and started chatting eagerly.

"Killing, Breaking, and Wolf is a Ziwei fate pattern. Basically, the great generals of ancient times had this fate. When the Seven Killing Star, Po Jun Star, and Tianlang Star align, the world changes hands. That’s impressive.

Qian’s mom heard it in a fog, but caught one thing clearly: her daughter and son-in-law have a strong fate together. She liked hearing that.

"Miss, could you take a look at me?" Qian’s mom asked Chang Xiangsi, who had been focusing on Qian and Yu Minglang’s faces and hadn’t paid much attention to her. Hearing this, she turned and gave Qian’s mom a closer look, gasping.

"You are—?!"

Qian’s mom got nervous seeing her surprise.

Worried she had a particularly bad fate and they didn’t even want to read it!

Being particularly superstitious, encountering a seer showing such an expression was even more of a blow than the earlier attack.

"Are you Miss Jia?" Chang Xiangsi pointed at Qian’s mom and asked.

"That’s me! Wow, you guessed that?!" Qian’s mom was completely impressed.

"Do you not remember me? We met twenty years ago. Back then, you brought your daughter to see me, and I gave you a bowl of coffin water, do you not remember?"

"Ah! It’s you! My goodness! Mr. Chang, all these years, how are you still so young?!" Qian’s mom recalled, she was indeed a benefactor, a huge benefactor!

"Hang on, what water did you say?" Qian’s sharp ears caught a keyword, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

"When you were little, your health was terrible, and your mother sought my advice. I deduced that you had to drink—"

"Oh dear, it’s you! Please come home and rest a while, it’s such fate meeting again." Qian’s mom interrupted, worried she’d say it out loud.

"Don’t interrupt! Let her finish, what trick did you give my mom?"

Qian remembered last time her mom said half a sentence and stopped, and knowing her mom, something half-said definitely means there’s something she doesn’t want known.

Chang Xiangsi, straightforward by nature, and her disciple clearly showed her character, paid no attention to Qian’s mom’s pleading looks and directly told Qian the answer.

"Coffin dragon whisker water. Because of a fierce fate in your destiny, if not dealt with, you wouldn’t have survived. We had to use water soaked from a piece of wood of a coffin over five hundred years old. It took a lot of effort to find it back then."

"Five hundred years...unused?" Qian clung to a shred of hope.

"How could it be unused! If it weren’t, how could it stabilize fierce energy?"

"Ugh!" From pregnancy until now Qian hadn’t felt queasy, but now she couldn’t help but retch, clutching her mouth and fighting back bile.

Yu Minglang, almost done with reports over there and the bad guys were all taken away, faced strict interrogation. Seeing Qian covering her mouth, bending over retching, he hurried over.

"Qian, what’s wrong?!"