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"What's so interesting about live broadcasting? I heard that the winner of this year's Miss Hong Kong has already been predetermined."

"Who is it?" Zhang Jiande leaned in. "Is her name Lu Qing?"

The uncle carrying breakfast shook his head. "No, her surname is Luo."

"Luo?" Zhang Jiande was puzzled and approached Chu Yuening with his pipe. "Didn't the little girl we met last time call herself Lu Qing?"

Chu Yuening nodded. "Yes, her name is Lu Qing."

"Then how can her surname be Luo?" Zhang Jiande called out to the uncle doubtfully. "Uncle Qiu, did you mishear something?"

Uncle Qiu, in a hurry to go home for breakfast, waved his hand. "No way, the Luo family distributed celebration candies yesterday to celebrate their granddaughter's victory as Miss Hong Kong."

"Really?" Zhang Jiande turned to look at Chu Yuening.

He noticed the composed expression on her fair face, with her gaze fixed on the third floor. He decided not to dwell on it further.

After all, Ning Ning's divinations had never been wrong.

"Ah, it's so lively for the opening. Where's Coach Chen?"

Speaking of the devil, here he was.

Chen Haoming had just escorted a celebrity to the third floor. Spotting the Chu Ji dessert stall opening from the window, he hurriedly descended the stairs.

With a broad smile on his face, he said, "Master Chu, is the music too loud? I'm worried it might disturb you."

If Chu Yuening had said yes, Chen Haoming would have immediately turned off the music without a second thought about the atmosphere.

"It's fine," Chu Yuening replied with a curve of her brows. "It took much effort to attract this crowd. Let's keep it lively."

"Thank you all for your understanding," Chen Haoming clasped his hands together and expressed gratitude to Zhang Jiande and the other business owners who had stopped to watch.

Everyone could empathize.

Meanwhile, Chu Yuening observed Chen Haoming's facial features closely.

The Wealth Palace shone brightly with a crimson glow, altering the fate of bankruptcy that was initially foreseen.

She offered a faint smile.

"I see the Wealth Palace is aglow; it seems you've secured quite a few deals today."

Chen Haoming didn't refute but humbly replied, "It's all thanks to Master's assistance."

"Without your guidance, I would never have thought of such strategies."

Not being ungrateful, Chen Haoming took out a black card he had prepared beforehand and presented it solemnly with both hands, "Master, as a token of gratitude, this is a lifetime VIP card. As long as my Chen Haoming gym stands, you're welcome to visit anytime."

Since it was a sincere gesture, it wouldn't be appropriate to decline.

Though Chu Yuening wasn't fond of exercise, she wouldn't dismiss the kindness behind the offer.

After accepting the black card, she placed it in her inner pocket, "Thank you."

"Master, please do make time to come when you're free."

As he spoke, Chen Haoming glanced around cautiously to ensure no one was nearby. He then leaned in and whispered, "I'll arrange for the most attractive coach with the perfect muscles. I promise Master will be in high spirits."

Chu Yuening blinked. Muscles... Were they really that important?

Her mind immediately flashed to Zhou Fengxu's face.

Seemingly, in her memory, nobody could quite match his level of physique.

Seeing that Chu Yuening remained silent, Chen Haoming assumed she was feeling embarrassed. "Alternatively, I can prepare a private room for personal training sessions."

"It'll just be you and the trainer."

"Cough, cough, cough." Chu Yuening couldn't resist the provocation and coughed a few times. She waved her hands dismissively. "No need for personal training. I'll drop by sometime when I'm free."

After bidding Chen Haoming farewell, Chu Yuening went on to tidy up her food cart. She set up a small wooden table and pulled out two chairs, sitting down while looking in the direction of the queue, a gentle smile appearing on her fair face.

"Ready to commence the fortune-telling, shall we proceed?"

At the front of the queue was a woman, dressed in loose cotton and linen with slippers on her feet. She held onto her waist with one hand and clutched a thermos in the other.

Underneath her pajamas, there was a slight protrusion on her tummy.

Her curly hair was disheveled, and her complexion had a yellowish tint.

She sat down cautiously, and as soon as she placed the thermos on the table, she slapped it indignantly, making the wooden surface resonate.

"Master, please, you must help me find that harlot."

Whispering and murmuring spread among the neighbors.

Harlot?

Did this imply that the woman had been unfaithful even while pregnant?

They grew indignant on her behalf.

"Miss, your husband is cheating on you while you're still pregnant?"

"A man like that isn't worth keeping. You might as well have an abortion now."

"He's cheating during pregnancy; won't he do it even more after the child is born?"

"You're not even thirty yet, right? Divorce while you're still young."

Upon hearing her neighbors' words, the lady's expression turned fragile. She sobbed softly, covering her swollen belly. "I... I can't bear to let go."

"Our baby has already started moving. My lover and I have been together for three years. He's the kindest and most considerate person to me in this world."

"I... I believe that someone else must have seduced him. That's why he lost his resolve."

As she spoke, the lady shook Chu Yuening's hand, pleading, "Master, everyone on the street says you're great at fortune-telling. Please help me, I beg of you."

Chu Yuening gently held her hand, worried that any agitation might affect her pregnancy. She spoke softly, "Do you have his birth date?"

The lady paused, shaking her head in disappointment. "Do we need the eight characters as well?"

"Mm-hm," Chu Yuening nodded and then asked, "Do you have your lover's eight characters?"

"Would just knowing their birthday be enough?" Su Xiuya asked, looking dispirited.

"That won't do," Chu Yuening explained. "We need the exact hour of their birth. Otherwise, the calculations won't be accurate."

Seeing that Su Xiuya was lost in thought and about to leave with her protruding belly, Chu Yuening suggested, "How about I calculate yours instead?"

"Mine?" Su Xiuya pushed herself up from the table, surprised. "Will it also help locate the adulteress if you calculate mine?"

Confused, Chu Yuening propped her head up with one hand. "Why must we calculate someone else's? My fees aren't cheap. Wouldn't it be a waste to spend them on others?"

Only then did Su Xiuya come to her senses.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.