"Little Pumpkin, do you want to come over and draw a fortune stick first?"
Song Tan smiled and lifted the container of fortune sticks in her hand.
Upon hearing this, Bao Nan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed across his chiseled face.
"Little Pumpkin, go draw a stick."
This time, Qin Meiru surprisingly didn’t continue to tease him but joined Song Tan in urging him.
Usually, at this point, she would definitely say one thing.
Aren’t you an atheist? Why are you drawing a fortune stick?
But after secretly reading his diary, she thought she might need to encourage him occasionally.
With their persistent urging, Bao Nan indeed felt tempted.
If his whole life was meant to be a steadfast materialist...
Then only for Jiang Tong, he’d be willing to believe in something like fate.
With these thoughts, he slowly reached out and took the fortune stick container from Song Tan’s hand.
"Swish swish swish."
Suddenly, the inner hall was filled only with the sound of him shaking the container.
But after several minutes of shaking, not a single stick fell out.
Qin Meiru was even more anxious than Bao Nan, who was doing the shaking.
After all, the outcome of his love life depended on this moment.
Finally, after the three of them waited anxiously for so long, a fortune stick slid down the container.
Bao Nan bent down to pick it up, and in his usually calm and cool eyes, a hint of nervousness appeared for the first time.
He slowly moved his fingers away to reveal a red "Top" character written on the stick.
Is this the best fortune...?
Bao Nan took a deep breath, excitement and joy filling his entire being.
"Oh, Little Pumpkin, what are you dawdling for!"
Qin Meiru couldn’t wait any longer, so she ran over to Bao Nan, snatched the stick from his hand, and handed it to the monk at the fortune table.
The monk took it, glanced at it with a smile, "Congratulations, it’s the best fortune."
The best fortune!
Really, the best fortune!
With the result confirmed, Bao Nan suddenly let out a few silly laughs.
"This is a very good fortune stick; it’s been a long time since anyone drew this. Amitabha, benefactor, your destined love will come to fruition," the monk continued.
When Qin Meiru found out the result, she was dumbfounded.
What the heck?!
Is her Little Pumpkin really this amazing?
Usually so quiet and unassuming, who would’ve thought that he’d pull such a big one!
What’s the concept of the best fortune!
Lovers destined to be together...
Does this mean she’ll soon be holding a little Little Pumpkin?
Oh my, just the thought of it is thrilling!
Song Tan also laughed along, "Sis, look at you, I told you not to worry so much. How could Little Pumpkin have a bumpy love road? Relax, you might even meet your daughter-in-law tomorrow."
"Oh, I’m just too eager to have a grandchild," Qin Meiru said sheepishly, scratching her head.
They say love blinds reason, and there’s certainly truth to that.
Her son has inherited all her excellent genes; how could he not find a wife?
"Tan Tan, take this opportunity to get a fortune stick for Huai Bei too."
"Sure, I hope it’s a good one, hahaha."
"..."
By this time, Bao Nan was completely oblivious to what the two of them were up to.
He was utterly immersed in his own joy.
The best fortune means Tongtong will like him too, right?
Bao Nan suddenly felt very grateful that he drew this fortune stick today; now he had a reason to persuade himself to get a little closer to her.
With these thoughts, he opened his phone, clicked on WeChat, and crafted a post for his moment.
A slice of pumpkin pie
The Buddha says, we will be together.