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No matter how tough Hong Kong was, she would grit her teeth and persevere.

Chu Yuening pressed the fifty dollars back into Lu Qing's hand, who was taken aback and tried to return it.

"Keep the fifty for now. Remember, you still owe me a fortune-telling fee," Chu Yuening retracted her hand.

Lu Qing clutched the fifty-dollar meal money, tears welling up in her eyes as she nodded solemnly.

Who said Hong Kong lacked human warmth? There were still good people around.

Unnoticed by all, a camera lens discreetly captured a photograph from the alleyway.

Xu Conglu smoothed out the wrinkles on her Armani dress before turning to leave.

"From Lu," Fang Jiajia called out, quickly following after, "Wait for me."

The two got into a Maserati, with Fang Jiajia admiringly running her hands over the leather seats - Xu Conglu's personal ride, worth tens of millions.

Although the Fang family was wealthy, they couldn't afford such an extravagant luxury car.

Recalling that Chu Yuening had actually agreed to attend the family banquet, Jiajia gritted her teeth secretly, already plotting how to make her embarrass herself.

Xu Conglu leaned against the window, ignoring Jiajia. She instructed the driver to head to TVB's building, wanting to see if Lu Qing would show up, or if she even had the courage to do so.

Lu Qing was by no means a conventional beauty, and Miss Hong Kong was a competition for selecting beauties.

Among the contestants were those with high education and well-off heiresses. They were like clouds in the sky, while Lu Qing was just mud on the roadside that could be trampled on.

Could mud, moved by a fortune-teller's words, dare to challenge fate?

After waiting for a long time, Xu Conglu still didn't see anyone. Just as she was about to leave, a slender figure appeared at the foot of the building, holding a poster. She had changed into an outdated floral dress with puffed sleeves that covered her calves, and she still wore those worn-out sneakers.

Only when that figure entered the TVB building did Xu Conglu's lips curve into a satisfied smile. "Uncle Quan."

The driver acknowledged, "Young Miss."

"Contact the top brass at TVB and instruct them not to deliberately make things difficult for Miss Lu."

Xu Conglu had found an intriguing situation, and she wanted to see if giving Lu Qing absolute fairness could carry her all the way to the end. And whether, as Chu Yuening had predicted, her stardom would last for six decades.

The driver acknowledged, "Understood."

Fang Jiajia gritted her teeth tightly.

She had participated in the Miss Hong Kong pageant too. Why didn't she receive such preferential treatment? Envy surged furiously within her, driving her nails into the luxurious bag.

She was also from an aristocratic family.

Why did Xu Conglu choose to help a northerner like Lu Qing over her?

Chapter 46

On this side of Temple Street.

Lin Jiahua waited until the figure at the end of the street vanished. "Does Lu Qing really have a chance to become the next Miss Hong Kong?"

He fetched a wooden chair and sat down beside her.

With fewer people visiting the fortune-telling stall, the tart sales were affected significantly as well. Since they had nothing better to do, they might as well chat together.

Chu Yuening retrieved a set of tea utensils from under the food cart and placed them on the wooden table. "According to Lu Qing's original life path, even without my guidance, she would eventually end up participating in a talent show."

However, she would have endured more hardships and detours along the way.

She merely gave a gentle nudge, but the ultimate destination remained the same.

Whispers could be heard around them.

"I think Temple Street's famous fortune-teller is about to lose credibility."

"How can someone like North Girl, with her malnourished appearance, possibly be selected as Miss Hong Kong, let alone win the title?"

"Yes, since the previous Miss Hong Kong contests were successful, this year's pageant has attracted many foreign beauties."

"Each one is fair-skinned and beautiful. For an ordinary northern girl with a low education, it's truly difficult to make a name for herself."

Chu Yuening went about her task of brewing tea, unaffected by the remarks.

Lu Qing had a solid foundation, but due to years of hard labor, her skin had tanned slightly. With a touch of makeup to accentuate her bone structure, she would undoubtedly stand out.

She had observed the popular actresses in recent TVB productions; Lu Qing would certainly not be overshadowed among them.

With the fortune-telling business suffering, the dessert sales were also affected. Some uninformed customers who wished to buy desserts were pulled away by their companions.

Even a mighty dragon can't overpower a local snake, let alone neighboring residents who live just around the corner. They genuinely feared trouble from Leopard Cat.

As they left, the neighbor who had intervened offered Chu Yuening an apologetic smile.

Chu Yuening responded with a warm smile of her own.

She wasn't bothered by the incident at all.

It was Tong Mao, the young police officer, who actually took it upon himself to bring his mentor to patrol Temple Street a couple more times. During one such patrol, a squad of four uniformed officers, passing by the dessert stall, found themselves collectively looking at Chu Yuening, each with a hint of curiosity.

It turned out that Tong Mao had fully embodied the spirit of a town crier at the police station, divulging Chu Yuening's identity to all.

Everyone was intrigued.

During the third patrol by the uniformed officers, one of them couldn't resist approaching the dessert stall.

Yu Feiyang drew his truncheon and placed it on the table before pulling out two hundred-dollar Hong Kong banknotes and laying them on top of it.

Chu Yuening refilled her teacup and poured water into a new one. As she stole a glance, she noticed a faint black aura hovering above the green-uniformed officer's head, with dark energy seeping into his forehead.

She was slightly astonished. It was said that police officers exuded righteousness, making them the least susceptible to malevolent influences.

Why did Officer Yu seem tainted by such negativity?

Yu Feiyang asked, "You were the one who read A'Zhen's fortune regarding her disappearance at the Kowloon Wholesale Market?"

Chu Yuening gestured for him to take the tea. "Yes, I wonder what advice Inspector Sir has to offer?"

"I wouldn't dare to claim expertise." Yu Feiyang took the teacup. He had also played a part in rescuing A'Zhen from her abduction. Later, he learned that their precise location was found largely thanks to a fortune-teller.

"It's simply to seek the Master's divination."

Yu Feiyang wanted to see if the fortune-telling at the sugar water stall was truly as miraculous as rumored.