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The red-haired rooster was truly a dazzling sight.
Gong Changle, using the online alias "Young Master Gong," looked at the broadcaster on the other side of the screen, who was only partially visible behind a large wall, with a hint of skepticism on his face.
"Can you really tell fortunes?"
He had clicked into this live stream out of curiosity after seeing it ranked high on the platform's recommendation list. It was a peculiar fortune-telling channel, and he couldn't resist checking it out.
As soon as the viewers in the live chat saw him, the atmosphere instantly became lively.
"Young Master Gong, it really is you! I thought I had mistaken you for someone else."
"Our broadcaster can really tell fortunes, and they’re super accurate."
"What are you planning to ask, Young Master Gong? Our Sister Ruan's readings are spot on."
Gong Changle was somewhat of a celebrity online. He was a rich second-generation heir who, instead of taking up a proper career, spent his days indulging in a life of leisure and entertainment—essentially a spendthrift.
If there was one thing that set him apart from other wealthy heirs, it was that he didn’t chase after women. Additionally, he wasn’t particularly valued by his family; despite his wealth, he felt neglected by both his father and mother. It was clear to everyone in his circle that the family business would be passed down to his younger brother, leaving him with nothing.
What was most noteworthy about Gong Changle was his consistently bad luck; things had been going increasingly downhill for him lately.
As he read the comments on the screen, he still felt some doubt. However, since he had already entered the stream, he figured he might as well get a fortune told. After all, it would only cost three thousand yuan—he could treat it as entertainment.
With an air of arrogance, he lifted his chin and said, "Then tell me how I’ll get home later."
Ruan Fuxi raised an eyebrow. "You won’t be going home later."
Gong Changle chuckled. "You’ve got that wrong; I definitely will be going home."
Things at home had been tense lately. His mother had finally managed to invite a master to resolve some issues, and his father had returned from abroad. Both his younger brother and sister were also at home, and his father insisted that he must come back for dinner today.
Despite being a spendthrift who loved to have fun, Gong Changle still listened to his parents. For this fortune-teller to say he wouldn’t be going home today seemed utterly ridiculous to him.
Ruan Fuxi also smiled.
"I told you, you're not going home today. Not only are you not going home, but you also need to go to the hospital."
Gong Changle felt a surge of competitiveness from Ruan Fuxi's words and immediately grabbed his keys, heading outside to prove her wrong.
"I'll drive home right now; just watch me."
Ruan Fuxi's voice continued to echo.
"I advise you to stop and sleep outside for the night. Don't drive; you'll get into an accident."
Gong Changle was stubborn by nature; the more someone told him not to do something, the more he felt compelled to do it. He still wore a cheerful smile on his face.
"Not a chance! I have to go home today."
With that, he got into his car, started the engine, and drove off.
The online viewers were kindly advising him.
"Gong Shaoye, just listen to our Sister Ruan. She has been live-streaming for so long and has never miscalculated a single divination."
"I can already foresee you getting slapped in the face when you have that car accident."
"Our Sister Ruan's live stream is filled with wisdom; don't doubt her. The only one who will be wrong is yourself."
"Oh come on, just stop driving! We're all worried for you."
Seeing these comments on the screen only fueled Gong Changle's rebellious spirit. The more they told him not to drive, the more he felt he had to. He refused to believe that anything would actually happen to him.
As he drove for a while, he initially took Ruan Fuxi's words seriously and drove cautiously. However, after not encountering any unexpected events, he began to relax.
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