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He was the most principled man, and yet the one responsible for Ye Tianliang's demise still brazenly set up shop daily on the opposite street. This injustice rankled him deeply, causing his eyes to widen in anger.

"Sugar Water Girl, watch your words, or Tianliang might come knocking at your door in the middle of the night! And I'll be right behind him!"

Chu Yuening understood that Che Zaiqiang was intentionally provoking her, seeking revenge for Ye Tianliang. Regardless of whether fortune-telling was genuine or not, Che Zaiqiang was determined to put her to the test. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Seeing that he had hooked her attention, Che Zaiqiang chuckled. "If you're not a fraud, then you must truly possess the ability to divine fortunes. Here's the deal: I'll pay you for a reading. If you're accurate, you stay; if not, you better skedaddle."

Lin Jiahua astutely spotted the loophole. "We can't agree to this. It puts all the power in your hands. If she predicts correctly, you'll still claim it's wrong. Ning Ning, let's call the police. We won't engage with a rogue."

This was precisely Che Zaiqiang's plan. No matter if Chu Yuening's prediction was accurate or not, he would refute it all. He doubted that a mere Sugar Water Girl could continue to operate in Temple Street!

"Are you brave enough to give it a try?"

Chu Yuening found such tactics tedious, but Che Zaiqiang's presence was hindering her business. "Will you leave me alone if I accurately predict something?"

Che Zaiqiang was resolute in his intentions to drive her away. "Not only that, if you truly divine someone's fate, I'll forego the rent for the second half of the month and immediately leave Temple Street."

After all, one of them had to depart Temple Street.

Visitors, drawn by the commotion, gathered one after another to watch the spectacle.

Soon, rings of people formed around the stall.

Listening in on the locals' discussion, the tourists were utterly perplexed.

"How can they say for sure that the fortune teller will lose?"

A knowledgeable neighbor explained, "Fortune-telling is all about individual experiences. Whether it's accurate or not depends on Che Zaiqiang's say-so; others have no way of knowing."

Another person chimed in, "That's right. Che Zaiqiang is determined to kick Chu Ji's dessert stall out of Temple Street."

"It'll be tough for the Sugar Water Girl to come out unscathed from this."

After their discussion, they shook their heads repeatedly.

Even before it began, it was clear that Chu Yuening was in for an unfortunate outcome.

The two opponents sat facing each other at a wooden table.

Upon seeing Che Zaiqiang's face clearly, Chu Yuening added, "I'll also need your birthdate."

Che Zaiqiang casually provided one, but Chu Yuening frowned after calculating it with her fingers. "Your birthdate and facial features don't match. The woman whose birthdate you gave is already deceased. If you want an accurate reading, give me the real one."

Che Zaiqiang's expression turned grim, secretly acknowledging that this sweet soup girl had some skills. Initially, he intended to give her his late mother's birthdate to make her prediction inaccurate, but she had seen through it.

Nonetheless, there was no need to worry; he could simply deny everything.

After verifying the new birthdate, Chu Yuening studied Che Zaiqiang's face. Many people were pushing in behind them, so she moved her stool closer to the wooden table.

"You're an only child born to older parents, indulged since young. You dropped out of middle school to join the underworld. With so many criminal organizations, you chose one with limited prospects. Barely a week as a member, you were killed in Tsim Sha Tsui by another gang's orders, and your entire gang was dismantled."

"After the first gang fell, you persisted and joined another. This time, you thought you were wiser, secretly collecting protection money behind your boss's back."

"You earned your first fortune, but became addicted to gambling and lost it all. Needing capital to recover, you returned home for money, only to be strongly discouraged by your mother."

Impatient, Che Zaiqiang interrupted. "What you've said, anyone in Temple Street knows. Who doesn't know how to investigate information? Can you predict something unknown? If being a con artist in West Kowloon is that easy, I'd do it too."

Chu Yuening's next words sent a jolt of shock through Che Zaiqiang's heart.

"You took a dagger and mistakenly killed your mother, despite her earnest pleadings for you to reform."

The previously murmuring crowd fell deathly silent, their breaths audible in the hush.

Che Zaiqiang's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

There was no way anyone could know about this.

He denied it adamantly, though his tone had lost its arrogance. "I don't know who you think you are. My mother died of a severe illness. If you don't believe me, go ask the owner of Zhongxi Daoyao Shop on Potlam Street if he sold me ginseng to save my life."

Chu Yuening didn't expose him, continuing her narrative instead.

"After your mother passed away, you quit gambling and turned over a new leaf. You stopped being a troublemaker and followed your family's wishes. Before leaving, you even abducted your boss's mistress, who is now your wife."

"After that, you took up an apprenticeship and started selling chee cheong fun on Temple Street. Though you didn't amass great wealth, you were able to support your wife and maintain a stable life."

Seeing that Chu Yuening wasn't revealing anything more, Che Zaiqiang turned to the crowd for backup. "Are you crazy? Everyone here knows everything except for my mother's story, right, neighbors?"

Among the crowd, there were indeed Che Zaiqiang's neighbors, who eagerly echoed his words.

Che Zaiqiang stood up and leaned forward, his fist knocking against the table with a crackling joint. "Pack up, old lady."

"Relax," Chu Yuening interlaced her fingers, looking at him calmly. "Has your wife not been able to conceive?"

Che Zaiqiang was about to refute again.

Someone in the know quickly added fuel to the fire. "Yes, they've been married for three years and haven't had any children."

"Could it be that A'Qiang's wife can't have kids?"

"Or is it possible that A'Qiang himself can't?"

Che Zaiqiang turned his head and glared fiercely at the questioner. "With a tongue that long, do you want me to cut it out for you?"

The person immediately fell silent.

Chu Yuening exposed, "Your Children's Palace glows with a pale red hue and bears a fine line. Logically, you should already have children. Moreover, there's an indication of divorce in your Marriage Palace yet it remains stable. You're destined for three marriages, so how come you haven't divorced once? The problem doesn't lie with you."

Upon her words, Che Zaiqiang seized the opportunity, hesitating whether to reveal the truth.

In reality, he had been married for three years, but his wife had not conceived. They both underwent medical checks, discovering that he had weak sperm, making conception highly unlikely.

Recalling Ye Tianliang, he clenched his teeth and decided to be candid, "You're mistaken again. In fact, I've been to the hospital for a checkup. It's not my wife's issue; it's me. I have a condition that prevents us from having children."