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"I've already arranged for the best psychiatrist in Hong Kong to treat Xiuyuan." Qian Xi could no longer afford to be careless. The moment she was certain that her son was safe, she immediately contacted a mental health specialist.

At this moment, the psychiatrist was on their way in a hurry.

As for the few individuals in the company who had mistreated Qian Xiuyuan, the police had just taken them away.

Qian Xiuyuan and Zheng Caixia went to the police station to cooperate with the investigation.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Zheng Caixia called.

Qian Xi's emotions ran high, her eyes widened in anger, "They falsified their academic credentials? Sue them! Hire the best lawyer to sue them! Let them rot in jail!"

Chu Yuening gestured for her to pass the call.

Deeply respectful of the master who saved her son, Qian Xi failed to realize that this person was roughly the same age as her son.

"Ask Qian Xiuyuan to take the call," Chu Yuening said, swaying her milk tea cup nonchalantly, her voice cold and detached.

Amidst a cacophony on the other end of the line, Qian Xiuyuan's voice emerged.

She smiled softly.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Qian Xiuyuan scratched his head bashfully, eyeing the five individuals handcuffed in the police station. "Much better."

He was upset with his father for concealing the family situation. However, when he learned that his father had still spent millions to establish a company for him, half of his grievances and resentment dissipated.

Now that the culprit was sitting in the police station, and he knew that the cold treatment had nothing to do with his father, he completely released the pent-up frustration within him.

"Is there still light in your life?" Chu Yuening asked again.

The young man smiled bashfully. "There is light, I just saw it."

He knew that Master Chu had saved him.

"Thank you, Master."

"Hmm, if you still have the passion for creating online games in five years, go for it." Chu Yuening smiled. The millennium era marked the gradual proliferation of the internet.

Tears welled up in Qian Xiuyuan's eyes again as he sniffed back his sobs.

"Master, you're my savior for life."

The Qian family arranged a car to send Chu Yuening back to Temple Street. Qian Xi presented a generous red envelope with great respect.

Chu Yuening only took two bills from the envelope.

Seeing that Chu Yuening didn't want to take more, Qian Xi felt deeply ashamed. "In the future, if Master ever needs anything, just say the word, and the Qian family will go through fire and water for you."

"Including Incense Heart – all expenses will be on the house if Master is willing to grace us with your presence."

He was the one who was slow to understand.

Could one's son's life be weighed in mere money?

"I'm not taking this much for any other reason," Chu Yuening said as she slipped the two hundred yuan into her woolen coat pocket. "No life should be dismissed or overlooked."

Therefore,

regardless of wealth,

upon encountering her,

he would save.

Qian Xi was deeply moved and simultaneously overwhelmed with guilt for his past neglect as a father. "Master is right. From now on, I'll pay more attention to Xiaoyuan's situation."

After the luxury car had driven away,

Chu Yuening tapped her back, shook her body to relax, and sat down at the small table.

The neighbors who had followed her outside also returned.

Each of them wore envious expressions as they discussed Qian Xiule's story.

Who could have imagined that a penniless youth sleeping on a bridge was actually an heir to a wealthy family?

"One can only envy. Maybe I should sleep on a bridge tomorrow. Perhaps my family will finally reveal my true background out of concern for me," someone else chimed in with a chuckle.

Another neighbor agreed, "That does make sense. Count me in too."

Chu Yuening discarded the cooled tea and brewed a fresh pot of hot tea. After settling down, she held the teacup gently and said with a smile, "So, who's next? We can continue with the fortune-telling."

"I am," a voice rose from the crowd.

All eyes turned to the young man who had raised his hand.

Dressed in tight black workout clothes, he showcased his muscular physique. Tall and agile, he even struck a pose mid-way through his approach, eliciting swooning cries from a group of middle-aged women in the crowd.

With his goal achieved, the man's face lit up, revealing a row of pearly white teeth in a warm smile.

"I'm the owner and coach at Shuda Gym. It's located right above the Sweet Soup Fortune Telling Stall. Everyone is welcome to come and work out there."

As he spoke, he shifted his position, propping his fist against his forehead as he lifted his gaze, offering what he believed to be a charming smile.

"Come find me to buy training sessions, and you'll get a 20% discount."

Indeed, that was the truth. The man's real motive had nothing to do with fortune-telling; he was using the bustling crowd around the stall to promote his gym.

Chapter 79

The man's name was Chen Haoming. Four months ago, he opened a gym on the third floor of Zhang Ji Restaurant, right in the heart of Temple Street.

Little did anyone know,

After much effort, Chen Haoming finally opened his gym, only to welcome two guests on the very first day. Compared to the hundreds of daily visitors at his previous company, this was a pitiful sight.

Chen Haoming found himself in a quandary. Rent in Hong Kong was not cheap, and a gym required spacious premises as well as costly equipment. He had invested all his savings, three million dollars, into it.

Yet, after a month, the revenue barely reached five thousand dollars. Instead of being bustling with customers, the gym remained deserted every day.

His initial ambition seemed to have been doused by a bucket of cold water.

Chen Haoming was losing money each month, and as he neared the point of operating at a loss, his anxiety grew. He even sought help from a financial guru in the industry, hoping for a miraculous turnaround.

The financial guru, upon seeing the gym, simply shook his head in dismay.

In a desperate situation, Chen Haoming noticed the bustling business of the dessert stall, with its daily crowd of onlookers. An idea sparked in his mind.

Upon learning that fortune-tellers charged two hundred dollars per consultation, he was overjoyed.

"Inexpensive! Too inexpensive!"

"Compared to advertisements costing tens of thousands for just a few seconds, two hundred yuan is unbelievably affordable."