Zhuang Rouhui was vaguely aware of some news.
It was said that there was a master in the capital who could transfer the luck of blood relatives.
After all, that girl couldn’t be found anymore, but since she had given birth to her, it was only right to take her luck.
Little did she know, upon saying this, the master was so enraged that he almost left in a huff.
"I would never cast such a vicious and harmful spell," he exclaimed.
Zhuang Rouhui was extremely disappointed, and Li Fuhong also knelt down to beg the master.
Moved by his persistent pleas, the master finally furrowed his brow and pointed out a path.
"Although this woman is no good, she was lucky enough to give birth to that child. Thus, some of the daughter’s wealth aura lingers on her. As long as you do not clash with the rightful owner, this wealth aura can suffice to keep your whole family prosperous."
With that, the master left and, no matter how much more money for temple oil Li Fuhong d afterward, he would not make another appearance.
Zhuang Rouhui mentioned these things casually later on, a look of pride not absent from her expression.
"Now Li Fuhong knows what’s what. He realizes who his real ’God of Wealth’ is and doesn’t get tangled up with those other women anymore. If I were to leave him, he’d be the one crying."
Li Xiaoqin shook her head silently as she observed.
But the world of adults was not simply black or white.
Although she felt in her heart that this woman was disreputable, blood was thicker than water; she couldn’t just curse at her sister-in-law.
Moreover, the boy and girl twins that the other woman later gave birth to were indeed quite adorable. Li Xiaoqin and her husband sometimes found them more interesting than their own son, who only knew how to study.
However, the fact that her sister-in-law brought fortune was indeed true; Li Fuhong’s business was doing very well, and he took her with him wherever he went.
Just that a few years ago, he suddenly suffered a mysterious large order loss and bled money.
Fortunately, he had slowly recuperated over the past two years.
The barking of the small Pomeranian broke the silence, making Li Xiaoqin nudge her husband.
"Look at the mess your son has left. Debts of the son fall upon the father, off you go."
Zhuang Yuebin had no choice but to put the newspaper on the table and resignedly take the dog for a walk.
With her husband gone, Li Xiaoqin casually picked up the newspaper as she ate grapes.
This was a local newspaper, all about things deeply related to Zhuancheng, with even some job advertisements on the inner pages.
Li Xiaoqin was not interested in these; she preferred to read serialized stories in the story newspaper.
Just as she was about to put the newspaper back on the table, a piece of news caught her eye.
The date was the 12th, local time, just a week ago.
There was a bizarre breaking and entering murder case in the city; the victim, Mr. Wang, was brutally killed at home. Nothing was taken from the house, but the homeowner’s internal organs had all been removed, and his tongue had been pulled out by the roots.
The police did not disclose many details of the case but hoped the general public would actively provide leads after the report was published to facilitate solving the case.
Even though there were no pictures in the newspaper, the mere thought of that scene made Li Xiaoqin feel nauseated.
What kind of psychopath could do such a thing?
There was also an interview with the neighbors of the deceased.
"Though we should respect the dead, to tell the truth, Mr. Wang XX was a bit petty, really narrow-minded. If someone accidentally offended him, he would curse their ancestors eight generations back, so he had no shortage of enemies."
"Speaking of bizarre things, there really was something. A few days ago, Mr. Wang XX suddenly seemed to have developed special abilities. Whoever he cursed would somehow run into bad luck; it was incredibly accurate. Behind his back, we all called him ’Crowsmouth.’
"He also took advantage of his ’Crowsmouth’ to cause trouble and bully others. I reckon he must have provoked someone he shouldn’t have and got killed for it."
Li Xiaoqin scoffed, "When someone dies, it’s amazing the kinds of things people say. You can tell it’s all nonsense; how could that be possible."
She slapped the newspaper on the coffee table carelessly and turned to go into the kitchen to cook.