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"There shouldn't be any issues." Chu Yuening agreed.

Li Huiwen then rummaged through her camera bag to find a pen and paper. After asking about the recent fortune-telling cases, she jotted them down one by one.

Finished with her notes, Li Huiwen tidied up her stationery and suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Ning Ning, would it be convenient for you to squeeze in a reading for someone?"

"At the dessert stall?" Chu Yuening shook her head. "No, that wouldn't be fair. Many neighbors wake up early to queue. If we cut in line, it wouldn't be right. Do you have a friend who wants a reading?"

"Not exactly a friend. She's a wealthy Chinese real estate tycoon I interviewed during my internship," Li Huiwen said, zipping up her camera bag. "She's quite a powerhouse. I heard that years ago, she had a baby with her ex-husband. Unfortunately, due to poor sleep and lack of attention, the baby suffocated while rolling over. By the time she found the baby, it was already stiff."

Li Huiwen sighed. "She blamed herself and didn't take long to divorce her ex-husband."

"After that, she never dared to have more children. Whenever she sees news articles, she thinks of getting a reading from you."

Chu Yuening pondered for a moment. "Tell her to come early and join the queue. If she doesn't make it to the front and is willing to pay extra, I can add her to the schedule."

Given that she only occasionally did three readings now, it wasn't too taxing for her.

Li Huiwen was delighted. "Alright, I'll definitely pass the message on to her."

The employees of Daxi News Agency had just finished playing tennis and entered the hall, all clamoring to find Li Huiwen to settle their bills. It took them quite some effort to locate her in the restaurant.

One woman looked over and asked, "Who's the person sitting opposite Li Huiwen?"

A colleague glanced over and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, could she be a new candidate for the upcoming Miss Hong Kong pageant? Huiwen is really on top of things. The competition hasn't even started, and she's already discovered a new talent."

Another colleague chimed in, "Judging by her appearance, she seems like a strong contender for the title. I think she could even make a splash in the International Chinese Miss competition in the future."

TVB's star-making prowess is truly remarkable; the impact of the current Miss Hong Kong winners is immense. After the pageant, TVB will even facilitate their entry into the entertainment industry.

One could say that participating in the Miss Hong Kong competition is the dream of every young and beautiful girl in Hong Kong.

Despite Chu Yuening's plain attire, her aura and appearance indicated that she was no ordinary person.

That's why they mistakenly assumed Chu Yuening to be the new Miss Hong Kong, and Li Huiwen placed her bets early by befriending her. The plan was to leverage this connection for exclusive interviews once Chu Yuening became a major celebrity.

"Which Miss Hong Kong? She's the recently sensational fortune teller!" exclaimed an employee who recognized Chu Yuening.

Zeng Fangxin inquired, "You're saying that she's the so-called divine fortune-teller that Li Huiwen reported on?"

"Not really?"

Zeng Fangxin mused, "So she's actually quite close with the fortune-teller."

The remark was loaded with implications, but one colleague didn't catch it and continued, "Come to think of it, Huiwen is indeed ambitious. She'd do any investigative reporting, no matter how exhausting, just for a promotion. It's clear she'd spare no effort to cozy up to the fortune-teller."

Another chimed in.

"Sis Xin, the Deputy Editor position was meant for you. If not for Huiwen's interference, she wouldn't have had a chance at it. Do you think she might have conspired with the fortune-teller to create this flawless image of the divine predictor?"

Zeng Fangxin, startled by the suggestion, covered her mouth with her meticulously manicured hand, "Are you implying that Huiwen deliberately wrote fake news for the Deputy Editor position?"

Realizing her mistake, the colleague's expression changed, and she hastily waved her hands, "That's not what I meant, Sis Xin. We'll leave you to it. Enjoy your meal."

Zeng Fangxin didn't move. Staring at the smiling Li Huiwen in the small restaurant, she recalled the Deputy Editor position that had been snatched away from her. Bitterness welled up inside her, and she gritted her teeth.

"A flawless track record? I refuse to believe it."

Zeng Fangxin resolved that she would visit the dessert stall for a divination to expose their deceitful collusion.

She intended to reclaim her rightful position as associate editor herself.

"You'd better pray to the priest that I don't find any evidence against you," she warned.

After Li Huiwen left,

Chu Yuening chose to wait inside the restaurant, casually flipping through magazines on the table. The most prominent headline was about the eldest son of the Qiao family being in a coma and feared to be in a vegetative state.

She blinked in surprise.

Suddenly, something dawned on her.

Oh no... Had she forgotten about her appointment?

"Miss Chu," someone called out.

Chu Yuening closed her magazine and looked up to find the restaurant manager standing before her, apologetically gesturing in a direction. "Young Master Qiao is waiting for you outside."

Following the gesture, she indeed spotted Qiao Xin at the entrance. Dressed in a lightweight zippered tracksuit, he flashed a bright smile, revealing his pearly whites as he waved upon seeing her.

Exiting the restaurant, Chu Yuening happened to bump into Chu Yi, who was skipping along with an empty cardboard box in her arms.

Qiao Xin had just come from Temple Street, having asked around before searching again to finally locate Chu Yuening. Despite this, he still felt apologetic.

"Niejie, sorry to bother you."

"It's alright," Chu Yuening replied, rolling up the newspaper she had brought out. Recalling Qiao Xin's previous request, she felt a twinge of guilt. "I've been quite forgetful lately. Where's your brother? Should we go see him quickly?"

"Sure, I'll take you there." Qiao Xin then turned to Chu Yi, extending an invitation. "Tomboy, why don't we all go together?"

Qiao Xin remembered Chu Yi from their previous volleyball game, where he had noted that she possessed more strength than him.

"You're calling who a tomboy?!" Chu Yi's cheeks puffed up in anger, and she punched Qiao Xin's back with a thud. He immediately clutched his wounded shoulder with his left hand, wincing in pain and contorting his face.

"Wow, so fierce. If not a tomboy, then who else could you be?"

Chu Yi raised her hand again, and Qiao Xing promptly hid behind Chu Yuening.

Yuening inquired, "Are you going or not?"

"No," Chu Yi gritted her teeth, issuing a veiled threat to Qiao Xing. Then, turning to her amiable elder sister, she donned a bright smile, "Be careful, Sister. I'll go home first to do my homework."