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"Still, I'm fortunate that I'll have my husband's love even without my father. I've prepared myself to sever ties with them; my husband is enough for me. This time, I mainly want to know when my husband and I can expect to have a child."

"Child?" Chu Yuening shook her head upon hearing this. "You and your husband won't be able to have children."

He Shifei momentarily forgot how to cry, standing there in stunned silence. "What do you mean by that?"

"Assuming there are no unforeseen circumstances, your husband has someone else outside of your marriage," Chu Yuening said, only to be immediately contradicted by He Shifei.

"That's impossible. My husband truly loves me, he would never cheat."

"Then give me your birthdates," Chu Yuening requested. After receiving He Shifei's information, she calculated with her fingers. "Did you two meet at a karaoke bar?"

Remembering the past, the pain on He Shifei's face faded, replaced by a smile. It was clear that she held fond memories of their relationship.

"Yes, I often took Ah Xian out to karaoke. It was always so coincidental, running into him every time. He was so handsome back then, like a younger version of Andy Lau. He was also the vice president of a listed company, so polite and humble."

Chu Yuening shared her findings. "Too bad if it were truly fate. Their meeting was orchestrated by him; he had been investigating you for a long time, drawn to your wealthy status."

Back then, He Shifei was involved in international cosmetics business and had amassed considerable assets at a young age, making her an attractive prospect for many men from lower social backgrounds.

He Shifei was evidently displeased with this outcome. "No way, A'Yuan couldn't have lied to me. He said he has genuine feelings for me; even our marriage hasn't diminished his passion."

Chu Yuening continued to reveal the calculations one by one. "From your birth chart, it seems you're about to suffer a significant financial loss. Did you accompany your husband in signing some contracts recently?"

He Shifei was astonished. "You can tell that too? Yesterday was our wedding anniversary, and he was very thoughtful. He prepared a candlelit dinner, and after that, he brought out a few contracts for me to sign, saying they were for his business ventures."

"Didn't you read the contracts?"

"Well, as a married couple, trust is important. Plus, I was a bit tipsy, so I signed them without giving it much thought."

He Shifei grew increasingly alarmed by Chu Yuening's words. She forced a smile, "Don't worry, A'Yuan wouldn't do that. If he plotted to take away my company shares, I'd be left with mountains of debt."

Chu Yuening nodded, "So, you'd spend the rest of your life in poverty. Your husband's entire background would turn out to be fake – all meticulously planned just to swindle your fortune. You'd be unable to find him anywhere, and the rest of your days would be plagued by regret for trusting the wrong man, eventually leading to a gloomy existence."

"R-Really... that severe?" He Shifei hesitated.

Confused and disoriented, He Shifei's mind was in turmoil. First, her best friend revealed she was in a relationship with her father due to an Electra complex, then came the fortune-telling session where everything was eerily accurate, only to learn that her beloved might have married her under false pretenses.

He Shifei was both afraid that Chu Yuening's prediction was incorrect and terrified that it might be true. She was at a loss on how to proceed.

Chu Yuening dropped her hand and spoke with gravity, "If I were you, the first thing I'd do is transfer back your savings and retrieve anything that belongs to you."

"Also, your husband has checked into the Peninsula Hotel with three women. They're on the sixth floor, in the last room towards the west."

"Thank you very much." He Shifei hastily paid and hurriedly left with her bag.

The fortune-telling session came to an end.

Chu Yuening stretched her stiffened back and turned to see Zhang Jiande playfully teasing Lin Jiahua with his arm around her shoulder.

"One man with three women, huh. I wonder if it's true, and if he can handle it."

The teahouse staff, who had just witnessed the entire scene, thought to himself that although he wasn't sure about Mr. He Shifei's infidelity, it seemed to match the situation to a large extent. With a sheet of paper filled with numbers in hand, he made his way to the dessert shop.

"Master Chu, could you also give me a fortune? Just to see if I'll have any luck with this round?"

Zhang Jiande looked at his employee and shook his head. "Ice Cream Wong, you're buying lottery tickets again? You should quit while you're ahead. Horses stumble, you know. Don't risk everything one day without realizing it."

Sweet-toothed Wong flashed a grin, revealing a row of teeth. "Boss, I've got inside information this time. It'd be foolish not to buy."

Six-color Lottery is Hong Kong's sole legal lottery and one of the few authorized forms of gambling.

Though legitimate, the risks involved are immense.

Chu Yuening, not having rested well and lacking sufficient energy, shook her head to decline Sweet Cone Hui's offer but still kindly offered a word of advice.

"Sweet Cone Wei, let me offer you a piece of advice: refrain from betting on the Six-Ring Lottery today, or financial ruin is inevitable."

Initially, Ice Cream Huang had thought that regardless of whether Chu Yuening's predictions were accurate or not, it would be a good omen. Little did he expect her to outright say that he would go bankrupt, causing his expression to darken significantly.

"Pah, Dajilishi. I have inside information. I know which horse is going to win. It would be utterly foolish not to take advantage of that."

After Sweet Cone Hui finished speaking, he hurried off to place his bets, utterly unmindful of the impending bankruptcy that loomed over him.

"Kind words fall on deaf ears," Chu Yuening shook her head, then proceeded to count the money from the ice cream box, leaning it against her. A hundred yuan for the fortune-telling, seven yuan for the syrup drink—altogether, one hundred and seven yuan.

"And the remaining 1,500 from Uncle Jian, that brings the total to 1,607 yuan."

Chu Yuening planned to keep her stall open later tonight, for amassing more wealth was the true path in life.

"Ning Ning," Lin Jiahua called out, closing his stall and waving. "Come on, let's go to Zhang's Tea House for lunch."

"Coming."

Chu Yuening placed her used dessert bowl in the bin and followed Lin Jiahua into the restaurant.

Zhang Jiande, with a tobacco pipe in his mouth, personally approached them to hand over the menu. "What would you like?"

Chu Yuening scanned the menu and then tapped on the plump, reddish chunks of meat. Looking up, she said, "Brother De, I'll have a serving of Longjiang-style pig's feet rice."

Zhang Jiande praised her choice. "Yuening really knows how to pick. The chef here at Brother De's is Longjiang's number one, I guarantee you'll want it again after your first taste."