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"So it turns out that all your calculations were true. Why are you still explaining? Our five years together is longer than the time I've spent with you."

"Deng Anqing, everything I did was for our future family," Zhuo Liu pleaded, hoping to redeem himself.

"Family? Whose family is it? Mine or yours?" Tears welled up in Deng Anqing's eyes. "You're just being utterly selfish."

She now understood why the receptionist downstairs had looked at her with sympathy.

In three years, Zhuo Liu had spun a web of deceit around her for three long years.

Everyone knew who Zhuo Liu truly was, but she had been blinded by his sweet nothings.

Deng Anqing's emotions crumbled. She couldn't bear to listen to any more of Zhuo Liu's excuses and tried to leave, only to find herself trapped in the room by the woman.

"What do you want?" Sensing the gravity of the situation, Deng Anqing attempted to leave, but the door wouldn't budge. As she raised her hand to pound on it, Zhuo Liu grabbed her wrist and covered her mouth.

The woman glanced at Zhuo Liu, who still sought to explain himself, and coldly urged, "Now that she recognizes me, we can't let her go like this. If word gets out and ends up in the newspapers, how could my husband possibly forgive me?"

This woman was the wife of the jeweler. She had married him for his wealth back then. Now, with the jeweler on his deathbed and his assets soon to be hers, how could she allow all her efforts to go to waste?

"What do you want me to do then?" Zhuo Liu gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Deng Anqing, whose mouth was covered. "We can't possibly kill her, right?"

"I don't care about the rest. She's making too much noise—just knock her out first." The woman issued orders. Seeing that Zhuo Liu still hesitated, she urged, "Think it through. If I lose my money, you'll get nothing as well."

Zhuo Liu looked at Deng Anqing, who was struggling relentlessly. After careful consideration, he grabbed a vase from the counter and aimed it at her head, his eyes still red. "Don't blame me. We could've gotten married and lived happily. It's your fault for discovering all this."

Deng Anqing shook her head desperately, never expecting that her usually gentle boyfriend would try to harm her.

The vase was about to crash down.

With a bang, the front door was kicked open. A few police officers rushed in with batons. "Don't move!"

One of the officers was taken aback when he saw a girl bound up. The call he received was about a gambling den, not an intentional assault.

After rescuing Deng Anqing, the police stayed by her side, comforting her. Seeing that she kept staring fearfully at the vase, one of them smashed it to pieces.

He took out a notebook. "It's alright now. You can tell me anything that happened."

Zhuo Liu was quickly subdued, and Sister Shan was taken away as well. By the time they exited the investment company, Li Huiwen had already set up her camera with a large telephoto lens.

Soon, everyone in Hong Kong would read on the front page of newspapers: The wife of a renowned jeweler caught cheating with a young man, exposed and arrested for attempted assault.

An hour had passed since Chu Yuening saw Deng Anqing again.

Deng Anqing had returned to pay the fortune-telling fee. Recalling the incident just now, she remained deeply frightened.

"Master, what would have happened if you hadn't uncovered everything?"

Chu Yuening slipped the two hundred dollars into her coat pocket. "You would've married him, but eventually, you'd still discover his affair. However, by then, you would have two children, and you wouldn't bear to leave them without a father, so you'd endure the relationship. Ultimately, you would develop depression and, with your two kids, jump from a high-rise building."

"As for Zhuo Liu and the wealthy businessman's wife, the businessman would have passed away, and she would inherit all his wealth. After your death, Zhuo Liu would marry the widow, and they would have children together, living a life free of hardship."

"Throughout it all, only you would suffer."

Deng Anqing shuddered at the thought, grateful for her decision to seek a fortune-telling. Imagining herself still with Zhuo Liu, bearing him two children, and ultimately jumping off a building, her stomach churned with disgust.

"No matter what, your fate has changed," Chu Yuening observed as another speck of pink light entered Deng Anqing's destiny palace, indicating the reemergence of the peach blossom luck.

This time, it was genuine romantic fortune.

"The real soulmate has appeared. Let things unfold naturally."

After her experience with Zhuo Liu, Deng Anqing had become wary of love. She chuckled bitterly, "Forget it. Now, I just hope no men come near me. They're too terrifying."

"At any moment, they could put your life at risk."

Chu Yuening could empathize with her situation.

After this incident, Deng Anqing would indeed be more cautious and less likely to open up easily to others. But today, there was a police officer who saved her, and for various reasons, their paths would cross again.

The patient officer waited for five long years before their relationship finally blossomed.

As for Zhuo Liu and the wealthy businessman's wife, their affair became public knowledge across Hong Kong. Naturally, the businessman chose divorce. The wife, having not gained any wealth from the divorce, grew increasingly resentful towards Zhuo Liu. Over time, their relationship turned sour, like two dogs fighting.

Unwilling to live a life without money, Zhuo Liu climbed back into the beds of various wealthy mistresses. Eventually, he exhausted himself to death in bed.

As Deng Anqing left the scene, the crowd erupted into applause.

"We initially thought Miss was young and inexperienced, but to our surprise, you're so skilled! We're all in awe!"

"Miss Deng would have been in grave danger without you."

"At first, we thought he was a loving companion, but turns out he was a harbinger of doom."

"Two readings a day? What if someone wants one too? Will you be here every day?"

Chu Yuening rose to pack away the small wooden table. "I was only here temporarily today. Normally, you can find me at Temple Street. If any of you want a reading, head to Temple Street."

With the fortune seekers now informed of her usual location, they gradually dispersed, leaving only Huashesen standing not far away, glaring resentfully at the dessert stall.