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"However, I'm grateful that she chose to stay."

"I'd have given her anything and everything she desired."

"Yet, she still couldn't escape the curse of the first year of our marriage. She fell from the balcony and died right before my eyes."

When Di Zhenghao returned from his business trip, he hadn't even had time to call his wife before witnessing her tragic demise.

The crimson scene still haunts him like a nightmare.

Upon hearing Di Zhenghao's tale, the neighbors couldn't help but express their sympathy.

"All women who are with you seem to meet unfortunate ends. You're undoubtedly a jinx to your wives."

"Sigh, it's not like you wished for this. Life is about looking forward, isn't it?"

"Exactly. Listen to Aunty, don't dwell on these things when you go back. If you can't marry, you can still find companionship without tying the knot, right?"

"No, that won't do." Di Zhenghao smiled bitterly. He now suspected that his presence was highly detrimental to women; what if any woman who got too close to him suffered the same fate?

He didn't dare to try again, fearing he might cause another girl's demise.

"It Master, if I'm not a wife-killer, then why did they die? It must be because my fate is too strong, and it caused their untimely deaths," Chu Yuening said after finishing the astrological matching of Di Zhenghao's birthdates with those of his three late wives.

She already knew the outcome, so she shook her head. "You don't kill your wives."

"Not a wife-killer?" Di Zhenghao was taken aback. "But... but they're all dead."

"It can only be attributed to coincidence," Chu Yuening said as she calculated the first wife's birthdate. "She passed away just after turning 22, right? According to her birthdate, she should have had a black mole in the center of her forehead."

Di Zhenghao was stunned once more. "That's correct, she did just turn 22. And there was indeed a black mole on her forehead, between her brows."

If not for his certainty that Chu Yuening was still young over two decades ago, he would have suspected that she knew his first wife personally.

"Then that confirms it," Chu Yuening said. "Your wife's destiny foretold that she wouldn't live past 22. Did she ever study tumor patients with doctors?"

Hong Kong's medical industry was advanced, and long before the mainland published textbooks on oncology, Hong Kong had already begun researching tumors. Hospitals imported high-radiation equipment from the UK, intending to aid patients.

Recalling memories from over two decades ago, Di Zhenghao nodded. "There was a period when she told me she would be studying tumors with doctors, even mentioning that the hospital was establishing a new oncology department."

The more he thought about it, the more grim his expression became.

"Could it be that she was exposed to radiation equipment?"

Chu Yuening meticulously calculated her birthdate again. "Radiation exposure was indeed the true cause of death, but unfortunately, no one realized it at the time. It's likely not just her who was exposed at her hospital."

Di Zhenghao nodded blankly. "I'll try reaching out to my old colleagues from the hospital, see if anyone is still alive."

Chu Yuening continued calculating the second set of birthdates. "As for the second one, it was indeed due to an accident."

"She wouldn't have passed away if not for the car accident."

"What about the third? There's a discrepancy between her birthdate and what you've mentioned."

"Master, what's the discrepancy?" Di Zhenghao asked anxiously.

"According to your words, she might not have loved you. But my calculations reveal that her feelings for you were genuine," Chu Yuening said. "She was much younger than you, but admired your life experiences. Her destiny also dictated that she would only live up to that age."

"The incident on the balcony happened because she wanted to dry her clothes. The clothesline broke, and she climbed onto a chair, leading to the accident."

Di Zhenghao's mind was in chaos. He had been tormented by the curse of his wives' deaths for years, repeatedly waking up in guilt-ridden nights.

In the end, the master told him it was all just accidents.

He did not bring misfortune to his wives.

Yet, he did not want this conclusion either.

Di Zhenghao was unable to shed tears; he could only force a stiff smile. "It was all due to accidents? One accident after another took them away from me?"

He had already bid farewell to three beloved partners, each of whom had left a profound mark on his life.

"How unfair fate can be. If possible, I truly wish it was me who met with the accident."

Chu Yuening remained silent.

According to Di Zhenghao's birth chart, he was indeed a man of deep feelings and loyalty. Life was full of crossroads, like a web of threads, each carrying different destinies.

If Di Zhenghao had encountered a skilled master from the start who could have averted the accident for his wife,

he would have been able to live happily with her for a lifetime.

Fate has a wicked sense of humor.

"Thank you, Master. Knowing that I don't bring misfortune to my wife does alleviate some of my guilt," Di Zhenghao said with a bitter smile as he paid and prepared to leave.

"Hold on a moment."

Chu Yuening shook her head. "Though you're not a wife-killer, you are, however, fated to suffer financial loss."

"Suffer financial loss?" Di Zhenghao sat back down. "What does that mean?"

Chu Yuening didn't rush to respond but instead asked, "Your parents aren't in good health, are they?"

Upon hearing that it involved his parents, Di Zhenghao grew increasingly anxious. "Yes, they're not well. They've been bedridden for years, so I hired dedicated caregivers to look after them."

"The more wealth your birth chart indicates, the worse the health of those connected to you by blood. Although you don't harm your wife, your birth chart is detrimental to those with whom you share a bloodline."

"In other words..."

"The richer you become, the sicker your parents will be."

"And if you have a son, he might even die. To put it bluntly, you don't harm your wife, but if your birth chart indicates excessive wealth, it can harm both your parents and your children."

Di Zhenghao was dumbfounded. His first instinct was to remove his gold ring and wristwatch.

He never imagined that the hard-earned money would turn out to be a harbinger of death for his parents.

"Taking off your gold watch won't help," Chu Yuening shook her head.

"Then... then what should I do?" Di Zhenghao was on the verge of tears.