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Liu Yuan Kui drove the car out of the garage while Zhao Wenya carefully placed Dong Dong in the back seat and took her place in the passenger seat.
On the road, Liu Yuan Kui remained silent, while Zhao Wenya seemed to be struggling with something she wanted to say.
Liu Yuan Kui asked her, "Do you have something to say?"
Zhao Wenya glanced back at Dong Dong, who was busy playing with his Transformers toy, before finally speaking up, "Where did Mom get her fortune told? It was so accurate..."
The last word came out weakly, as Liu Yuan Kui shot an angry glance at his wife.
"It's all nonsense!" Liu Yuan Kui exploded at this point, shouting at Zhao Wenya, "If you hadn't insisted on stopping me from picking her up, our daughter might still be alive!"
Zhao Wenya fell silent, tears welling up in her eyes.
That day, it was indeed her decision to prevent Liu Yuan Kui from going to pick up Liu Yan.
However, if she hadn't done so, who knows what worse calamity could have occurred?
Tears began to flow silently down her cheeks. In the midst of her blurred vision, Zhao Wenya recalled the events from two weeks ago.
Due to Liu Yuan Kui's busy work schedule, that day she had driven alone to Liu Yuan Kui's hometown to visit his 88-year-old mother.
Strictly speaking, it was the old lady who had asked Liu Yuan Kui to come back for a visit. Since Liu Yuan Kui couldn't make it, he had asked Zhao Wenya to go in his place.
Liu Yuan Kui's mother was a typical rural old lady, her three-inch golden lotus feet swaying as she walked, her disposition cheerful.
On ordinary days, she would greet her daughter-in-law with great warmth, but that day, as soon as Zhao Wenya arrived home, the old lady pulled her into her room with an unusual expression. From an ancestral pearwood chest, she retrieved a crumpled, folded piece of paper that seemed ready to tear at the slightest touch.
Zhao Wenya's eyes were fixed on the many leather-wrapped items neatly arranged inside the chest.
"Mom, what is this?" Zhao Wenya asked with curiosity.
"This is Finger Bone," the old lady replied.
As she spoke, the old lady surprisingly pinched the middle section of Zhao Wenya's middle finger and continued, "Every Liu Family Woman must have this bone removed after death, and then words are carved on it. This way, in the next life, she can continue to be a Liu Family Woman."
When the old lady said this, the room was eerily quiet. Her face was shrouded in shadows, with only her eyes glinting in the dim light.
Zhao Wenya quickly withdrew her hand in fright, awkwardly looking at the old lady.
"You can't escape either," the old lady seemed to declare a verdict. She then trembled as she unfolded the paper and spread it out on the bed in the small room.
With the light filtering through the high window, Zhao Wenya saw some crooked characters written on it. She strained to read for quite some time but still couldn't make sense of it; she only vaguely recognized a few characters like "hexagram," "death," and "bad."
She asked the old lady, "Mom, what is this?"
The old lady's face was serious, her sharp little eyes hidden among the dense wrinkles.
"This was left by your father-in-law before he died. It says that three years later, our Liu Family will face great disaster!"
Zhao Wenya naturally did not believe it. After returning from her hometown, she told Liu Yuan Kui about this matter. To her surprise, Liu Yuan Kui's expression suddenly became very grim, and his hand holding the chopsticks began to tremble uncontrollably.
Liu Yuan Kui explained to Zhao Wenya that their Liu Family had been fortune-tellers for generations. His great-grandfather had once read fortunes for a prince in Hebei Chengde. By the time it reached Liu Yuan Kui's father's generation, due to changes in the times, they had completely shifted to another profession and no longer relied on fortune-telling for a living. However, Liu Yuan Kui knew that his father's predictions were remarkably accurate.
Therefore, this matter, which was better to believe than to dismiss, could not be taken lightly.
In the end, Liu Yan still encountered misfortune. After enduring excruciating pain, Liu Yuan Kui and his wife were shocked to discover that their daughter's date of death coincided with that of her grandfather—exactly three years apart!
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