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Yang Qingqing had no idea whether this master was accurate or not. Perhaps, even before she asked her question, she had already made up her mind. She didn’t want to spend her life with a man who deceived her, pretending to be someone he was not.
Yang Qingqing closed the chat window, resolutely deciding to schedule an abortion at the hospital tomorrow. She hoped that her future would truly be as the master had predicted—filled with happiness and a harmonious family.
After completing the second divination, Ruan Fuxi chose another question. The other party hardly hesitated; upon seeing Ruan Fuxi's response, he immediately transferred three thousand yuan.
Ruan Fuxi: [Send me a photo of yourself.]
The man quickly sent one over. Yuan Zhao stood on the rooftop, holding his phone, and sent a picture of himself taken during a time when he felt vibrant and full of life. Now, he truly had nothing left, all alone.
He had just spent the last three thousand yuan he had left. His company went bankrupt, all his assets were sold off to pay his employees, and his wife divorced him, taking their son with her. Yuan Zhao felt defeated; he had lost everything, even his wife and son. There was nothing left in this world for him to cling to.
Just as he stepped onto the rooftop, he received a message from Ruan Fuxi. He transferred the money without expecting much from it. He didn’t believe in masters; it was just that this money was of no use to him anymore, so he might as well spend it.
Yuan Zhao thought about whether he should advise the other person against scamming online and instead find a proper job. But when asked for a photo, for some reason, he hastily sent one without thinking.
Since he had already done that, he might as well see what this master could predict.
[You are thirty-seven this year. You lost your parents at a young age and later started your own business after graduating from university, which showed some promise. You got married at twenty-eight.]
Yuan Zhao was somewhat surprised; the other party had indeed gotten it right. Ruan Fuxi continued sending messages.
Recently, the company went bankrupt, and I got divorced, leaving me with nothing.
Yuan Zhao couldn't help but reply.
"Master, you were right; I really have hit rock bottom."
He didn't receive a response from Ruan Fuxi, but instead got a refund of twenty yuan. Yuan Zhao was a bit confused. What did this mean? Was it because his situation was too miserable that she refused to read his fortune? But why only refund twenty yuan? Wasn't that a bit excessive for a service fee?
Then he saw Ruan Fuxi's message:
"Your career is still doing well. Everyone has their own fate; don't be disheartened. Your good fortune is coming."
Yuan Zhao was somewhat skeptical. What good fortune? He had just gone bankrupt.
"Don't doubt it; misfortune often precedes good fortune. The third shop on the left at the first intersection downstairs will present you with an opportunity for change. You'll find a use for this twenty yuan."
Yuan Zhao accepted the refund with hesitation but decided to head down to the rooftop. He wanted to see if what this master said was true—did he really have good fortune waiting for him?
After going downstairs, following Ruan Fuxi's instructions, he arrived at the third shop on the left and looked up to see: a sports lottery shop.
Yuan Zhao's expression turned strange. Could it be that he might actually win something? After all, he had always been unlucky when it came to winning anything; he had never even won a free drink in his life.
But then he thought, since he was already here, why not give it a try? So, Yuan Zhao walked into the shop and casually bought a scratch-off ticket for twenty yuan.
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