At the banquet, Qin Kejing frequently glanced at Qin Zhao, who couldn’t be bothered to pay her any attention.
Since those parents weren’t her biological ones, Qin Zhao didn’t plan on returning home, and from now on, they were strangers to each other.
As for Shen Xihe and that piece of trash, she might as well give them to Qin Kejing; she didn’t care.
As the banquet was about to end, Shang Youwen approached her as she was preparing to leave.
"I heard Miss Qin can tell fortunes. How about helping me with a reading?"
Shang Youwen raised the wine glass in his hand; although he wore a smile on his face, it looked like a fake mask to Qin Zhao.
"I charge a fee for fortune-telling."
"Two million, is that enough?"
"That’s enough." Qin Zhao examined him carefully for a moment, "Mr. Shang’s Qi Fortune is soaring, especially recently. It seems some good fortune may occur. If Mr. Shang can seize the opportunity, he’ll definitely skyrocket."
Shang Youwen narrowed his eyes, appearing thoughtful.
The Mystical Master he had sought had lost contact, so he couldn’t be certain whether Qin Zhao knew who was behind the scenes.
If Qin Zhao knew, he couldn’t blame him for being ruthless.
"What kind of good fortune might it be?"
"All wishes fulfilled."
Just as Shang Youwen was about to ask more, Qin Zhao said, "Everyone’s fate is predetermined from the beginning. I only have a slight understanding of physiognomy; I can offer a few pointers. As for the final outcome, it’s up to the individual."
Her words seemed to hold deeper meaning.
For a moment, Shang Youwen didn’t quite understand.
Until, a servant hurried over and whispered into his ear.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. He excused himself to Qin Zhao, and left with the servant, quickly ascending the stairs as if something had happened.
Qin Zhao slightly raised her eyebrows but didn’t intend to get involved in the affairs of the Zou Family.
She walked to the entrance to hail a taxi when that servant suddenly ran out and called out to her.
"Miss Qin, this is from the young master to you."
Qin Zhao took it and saw it was a five million check.
"For telling fortunes?"
"Yes, the young master insists you accept this money."
Qin Zhao had mentioned two million, but Shang Youwen had given five million.
"What happened just now?"
"The old man suddenly vomited blood. The family doctor is checking on him right now, and he might be rushed to emergency soon."
Qin Zhao smiled slightly and accepted the check.
As she turned to leave, a sarcastic arc formed at the corner of her lips.
Old Zou vomiting blood; did Shang Youwen think his opportunity had arrived, therefore he thanked her?
As soon as she entered her home, Qin Zhao smelled a faint odor of blood.
On the entrance shoe cabinet were men’s shoes.
Chu Yan had come back.
The blood scent in the room was very faint.
If she were a normal person, she probably wouldn’t have noticed.
But Qin Zhao was a cultivator, her senses sharper than average, so she detected something odd.
The orange cat meowed softly as if greeting her.
A coldly handsome man was half-crouching next to the cat bed.
The orange cat seemed fatter than when it first arrived, snugly nestled in his arms; his cold, pale slender fingers intermittently stroked the cat’s back.
The cat’s fur was white with messy orange, not of any noble breed, likely a mixed-breed stray.
But those clear, big eyes were sparkling, particularly endearing.
It was unclear where he had picked it up from, but when he brought it home initially, it was skin and bones, almost starved to death.
Chu Yan appeared not to realize she had come back, his eyelids drooped, his thoughts unknown. Qin Zhao stared at him for a while, finding she still couldn’t see through his Fate Diagram.
This was a rare occurrence.
Even she couldn’t see through his Fate Diagram, he must not be an ordinary person in this lifetime.
However, through the changes in Chu Yan’s Qi Fortune reflected in his physiognomy, Qin Zhao could discern some omens of good and bad.
The orange cat was still very young, its call tender.
It meowed at Qin Zhao a few times, wanting to wriggle out from Chu Yan’s arms and run toward her.
Chu Yan picked it up by the scruff of its neck and dragged it back, speaking displeasingly, "Always running to your mother, even though it was I who brought you back."
Qin Zhao’s expression changed slightly, then turned exceedingly cold, "What are you talking about?"
He turned his head to look at her, a light smile playing on his lips, teasingly saying, "We adopted the cat together, isn’t it right to call us mom and dad?"
The orange cat trotted over with its short legs.
It was especially clingy to Qin Zhao, probably knowing that the decision to keep it in this home rested with her.
Hearing Chu Yan’s words, Qin Zhao felt like throwing out the cat along with him.
But, looking down at those pitiful, sparkling big eyes, she still picked up the little creature.
"Where have you been traveling these past days?"
Chu Yan, surprised, "So, you actually care where your husband has been?"
Qin Zhao, holding the orange cat but with a frosty and sarcastic expression, "Evil deeds often rebound upon the doer. I should’ve invited the police over for tea when I came back today."
His cold phoenix eyes suddenly deepened, carrying the kind of darkness and ruthlessness Qin Zhao was familiar with in her previous life. Yet, he suddenly laughed, dispelling that dark feeling.
"It seems you really hate me, even wanting to send me to jail."
Chu Yan stood up, his lips curving into a light smile, an innocent look about him.
"Waiting for me to go to prison so you can fly high with someone else? Too bad, I haven’t done anything wrong, so your wish will probably go unfulfilled."
"Prison is such a hassle, you might just kill yourself before long.
If you died, I might truly be free."
As Qin Zhao looked at the deep shade of blood on Chu Yan’s face, she couldn’t help but sneer, putting down the orange cat and turning to enter her own room.
Maybe in a few days, he might die accidentally, and she’d be a widow, no need for a divorce.