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With that, He Wenbin waved goodbye, vanishing entirely from the end of Temple Street.

Neighbors couldn't help but feel a deep sense of emotion when they recalled the incident with the weasel.

"Speaking of which, after living for over fifty or sixty years, I've never come across an animal that has become sentient. I wonder what it would be like?"

"The world is indeed remarkable, for I once believed that tales of spirits and enchantments existed solely within the pages of novels."

Chu Yuening had finished her three divinations for the day and was preparing to pack up her stall. Shanpo lent a hand, bending down to tuck a peachwood comb into her hair at the back of her head. Despite her advanced age, she was fortunate to have nimble limbs. With a quick lift of her hips, she efficiently heaved the table up in no time, deftly sliding it under the cart with a spry motion.

An elderly man, intrigued, asked, "Ning Ning, if a weasel doesn't harm people now, what about when it becomes a spirit?"

Chu Yuening packed the teaware into a bag and placed it in the stall cart. She pondered before responding, "With modernization, fewer and fewer animals can transform into spirits. When a weasel turns into a spirit, it doesn't truly become human; its features might merely resemble humans more, or perhaps possess a particular similarity to us."

"Good and evil lie in a fleeting thought. If it harbors malevolent intentions, apart from the Heavenly Dao's laws, there will be people to deal with it."

Otherwise, why would the existence of Xuan Masters be meaningless?

The old man understood but wanted to inquire further. Suddenly, his aged frame was pushed forward by an unseen force, turning his face pale with fright. He turned back and shouted, "Which rascal? Does he not value his life, daring to bump into an old man like me?"

"Scram if you have nothing to say." The buzz-cut woman pushed the old man aside, lit a cigarette, and cast an disdainful glance at the cleaned-up dessert stall. Pointing her finger at Chu Yuening's nose, she demanded, "I'm asking you, did a pregnant woman come here for a fortune-telling session today?"

Chu Yuening replied calmly, "I have no information to share."

Ai Rui was flustered. She had just returned to her residence with Su Xiuya and couldn't find the bankbook anywhere in the house. Suddenly, she was drenched in sweat.

The bankbook contained millions of Hong Kong dollars, which were the working capital for the Ai family's shop. With another payment due soon, the bankbook had vanished. When the Ais learned about it, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

They searched high and low inside and outside the house, but when Ai Rui tried to ask Su Xiuya about the situation, she found that Su Xiuya, who usually didn't leave the house, was nowhere to be found.

In desperation, Ai Rui knocked on her neighbors' doors, hoping to ask if anyone had seen Su Xiuya. Eventually, she found someone who could provide some information.

That person said Su Xiuya had gone out twice. Once, she mentioned to a neighbor that she was going to Temple Street for a fortune-telling session, and the second time, she left with a suitcase around noon.

Piecing this together, Ai Rui immediately rushed to Temple Street.

Sasa was also anxious and attempted to grab Chu Yuening's arm. However, a cold glance from Chu Yuening sent chills down her spine, causing her to release her grip.

Sasa composed herself, putting on a playful and innocent expression. "Miss, do you really have no idea where that woman is? Let me tell you secretly, that woman is wicked. She stole millions from our family and ran away."

She was attempting to evoke Chu Yuening's compassion.

An ordinary person, upon hearing this, would undoubtedly grow anxious too, or else they would proactively offer to assist in the search.

Yet, Chu Yuening seemed to see through Sasa's pretended innocence and amiability. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "And then?"

"Sasa was taken aback. She hadn't anticipated that Chu Yuening wouldn't fall for such tactics. Regaining her composure, she forced a smile and said, "If Miss knows something, it'd be best to share it. Otherwise, when we find that wicked woman, you'll be implicated and end up in jail too."

Intimidation and coercion.

Chu Yuening pressed her earlobe gently and sighed softly; she had truly heard too much.

The roar of an airplane echoed in the sky.

Everyone looked up to see a white aircraft soaring from the international airport towards Southeast Asia. In a few hours, it would land in Singapore.

There, Su Xiuya would embark on a new life, free from deceitful schemes that had led to the birth of two unintended children and the deliberate draining of her life until her death.

"Ai Rui, why waste your breath on such a fraud!" Thinking about the millions of dollars that were still unaccounted for, even though she had already reported it to the police, she was both angry and anxious. "Happy Sister from next door said that Su Xiuya must have gone to Temple Street to get her fortune told. She even mentioned that the fortune teller moonlights as a seller of sweet desserts. Take a look."

Ai Rui pointed at Chu Yuening's dessert sign, then angrily directed her finger at Chu Yuening herself, "She must know where Su Xiuya is!"

"You're not going to talk, huh? If I can't be happy, neither can you!"

With that, Ai Rui made a move to tip over the food cart.

The heavy cart crashed to the ground, shattering the glass display case, scattering shards across the pavement.

"Come with me to the police station and clarify yourself!" Ai Rui reached out to grab Chu Yuening.

A chill gradually settled on Chu Yuening's fair face.

Just as that filthy hand was about to touch Chu Yuening's arm...

Snap.

Ai Rui's wrist broke, and before she could cry out in pain, she was sent reeling by a powerful kick from a bodyguard, landing on her knees.

A luxurious Bentley pulled up in front of the dessert stall.

The car door opened slowly.

Xu Conglu emerged in a shimmering burgundy strapless gown, her shoulders covered by a fox fur stole against the slight chill. Her alabaster chin lifted subtly.

"Who dares to touch my esteemed guest?"

Chapter 87

Ai Rui was suddenly pushed to the ground, a searing pain shooting through his knee. As he tried to lift his head to see who did it, someone pressed him back down.

Defiant, Ai Rui retorted, "Esteemed guest? Even if it's the Son of Heaven himself, I'll still touch them today!"

"Sasa, shut up," a voice intervened.

Xu Conglu's influence in Hong Kong was considerable; she was a household name. Sasa recognized the dignified figure from newspaper articles at a glance and covered her mouth in astonishment.

Could it be that she had the chance to encounter Miss Xu, the heiress of the Xu family, on a humble street in Hong Kong?

"You... You must be Miss Xu, right?" Sasa stammered.

Xu Conglu was at the pinnacle of Hong Kong's high society, a realm that was a rare privilege for most to even catch a glimpse of someone from the Xu family.