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As Katelin finished, she didn't engage him further but shot a resentful glare at Zeng Xinxiu before storming off.

"Old hag!"

It wasn't until Katelin left that A'Yuan realized what he had just said.

He broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly reached for Zeng Xinxiu. "Honey..."

"Stay away from me."

Zeng Xinxiu dodged, her eyes filled with disdain as she sized A'Yuan up and down. "I'm lucky I went abroad; otherwise, I would've been dragged down by you too."

A'Yuan's eyes widened.

He hadn't expected such a drastic change in Zeng Xinxiu's attitude.

Just moments ago, she was still coaxing him and even transferred 10,000 yuan via bank card upon learning of his hospital visit.

"Honey, don't be like this. I...I know I was wrong."

"Realize your mistake?" Zeng Xinxiu's demeanor shifted, her fingers caressing his face with a hint of infatuation. "I initially thought it wouldn't matter since you're younger."

"I'm young and strong, so I'll be able to take care of you better when you're older." A'Yuan expressed his hopefulness, unable to hide his joy, believing that Zeng Xinxiu was forgiving him.

But to his surprise, the next instant,

his face was slapped away.

Enduring her disgust, Zeng Xinxiu grabbed the wipe from the food cart to clean her hands.

Her once gentle and patient tone gradually turned cold and stern.

"You don't need to go anymore. I'll throw everything in the trash. If you want it, go fetch it yourself."

As Zeng Xinxiu wiped her hands, a plastic-sealed photograph the size of a palm fell to the ground.

Wei Yanlin picked up the photo and gazed at the face on it, which bore an eight-point resemblance to A'Yuan's. He was utterly astonished. The man in the picture, dressed in a suit, exuded charm despite being under thirty.

"He..."

Wei Yanlin pointed at the figure in the photograph and then at A'Yuan.

It was uncanny, too similar to be true. If not for the older age of the man in the picture, one might have mistaken him for A'Yuan in the future.

A sudden realization struck A'Yuan. That photograph... wasn't it the one Zeng Xinxiu would often hold onto? He rushed over, attempting to snatch it.

Wei Yanlin shielded it, "What are you doing? This isn't your photo!"

Nonetheless, A'Yuan had already seen the face in the picture. He broke into a maniacal laughter, "I understand now, so... I was just a substitute all along."

He had been so confident, believing that once married, he could lay claim to Zeng Xinxiu's wealth.

He thought everything was meticulously planned without a single flaw.

But it turned out that he was the one being manipulated.

A'Yuan turned around, glaring at Zeng Xinxiu with resentment, "So... paying for my plastic surgery was also to make me resemble him? Your late husband who passed away thirty years ago?"

Zeng Xinxiu didn't deny it.

A'Yuan appeared to be overwhelmed with pain, finally accepting his fate. He tried again to pull Zeng Xinxiu closer, "Even as a substitute, for my honey, I'm willing to undergo plastic surgery."

"Plastic surgery?" Zeng Xinxiu's face was cold, "He never had such a filthy disease as you."

After that, she ignored A'Yuan, who was still begging to continue as a substitute, and turned her attention to the girl sitting at the table.

"Master Chu, great masters say that people have reincarnations. I've waited for thirty years. Considering that, he should be around the same age now. Will I meet him again?"

The crowd initially thought the wealthy woman had been duped by the couple.

Now they realized it was a double-layered scheme – the couple had aimed for the wealthy woman's wealth, while she had sought the boy's resemblance to her late husband.

Everyone in the room was astounded by the turn of events.

But Chu Yuening, with her fair complexion, remained calm and composed, as if she had already predicted this outcome. She gently tapped the table, "Your connection with him has come to an end in this lifetime."

Zeng Xinxiu gave a bitter smile and carefully placed the photo in her Hermes bag. "The old masters always told me that we would meet again one day."

"I'm not good at lying," Chu Yuening shook her head. "If you hadn't revealed the truth, do you know what could have happened?"

"You could have contracted HIV or fallen into his trap to be killed."

"Death wouldn't be so bad," Zeng Xinxiu's eyes showed sorrow. "Maybe I'll meet him again in my next life. Then, I won't mind his age."

She sighed and looked into the distance, eventually smiling as if she had found peace.

"It's too difficult to find someone similar. I should just pay someone to undergo plastic surgery until they resemble him completely."

If they don't look alike, then alter them.

Again and again, until they do.

Zeng Xinxiu's obsession was chilling.

The young man who had initially wanted to get close to the wealthy sister quietly took a step back.

Zeng Xinxiu paid the divination fee and left.

Chu Yuening watched A'Yuan kneeling on the ground, begging for forgiveness and hoping to still live a prosperous life.

His fate with Katelin was severed.

And he fell gravely ill due to his attempt to seize someone else's wealth.

If A'Yuan had not been with Zeng Xinxiu, Katelin wouldn't have strayed and engaged in promiscuous activities. They wouldn't have fallen ill either.

Now, their next lives were already ruined.

It was a just consequence of their actions.

"Is there anyone else who needs a fortune told? Three fortunes per day," Chu Yuening looked towards the crowd.

"I'll have one!" A hand shot up from the crowd, holding a thick wad of cash.

The man seeking a fortune wore a chunky gold chain around his neck.

He approached the stall.

With a dramatic gesture, he slammed a stack of money onto the table.

"Count it! Count it for me, damn it!"

"If that last game wasn't staged, I, Young Master Mu, would sign my name in reverse!"

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The man bore dark, swollen bags under his eyes, and despite being in his prime, his body had been drained by years of indulgence, leaving him as thin as a skeleton.

After tossing the money, he waved his hand.

A bodyguard promptly came forward, bending low as Mu Xingwang stepped on his back to wipe his custom-made Air Jordans with a tissue. "Did everyone find the 'Counting Sheep' game amazing? Well, let me tell you, it was all a scam."