Tang Xiyan can foresee the dangers people face.
As a child, he didn't know to keep quiet. He blurted out other people's family secrets and was treated like a freak.
When he grew up, he learned to keep a low profile and resolved to be a couch potato for the rest of his life.
But all sorts of weirdos kept showing up uninvited.
·
The calculating “master” nudged his gold-rimmed glasses and coaxed him: “We're the same kind, you know.”
The class monitor, all smiles on the surface but scheming underneath, rubbed his hands together. “Master, Master, could you take a look for me?”
A classmate who had inexplicably targeted him before suddenly bowed deeply. “I'm sorry! Everything you said was true! Tang Xiyan! Save me! For fuck's sake, save me!”
Tang Xiyan: “?”
·
Rumor had it that the second son of the Tang family, a prominent business clan, had a gift for prophetic words. As a child, he'd made a few unkind remarks about the Pei family at one of their banquets, even predicting that the old master Pei would suffer from cancer.
Those ominous childhood words came true for Old Master Pei, and the Tangs were so frightened that they never dared visit the Peis again.
Ten years later, the Pei family's new head, a ruthless man known for his iron fist, approached Tang Xiyan of his own accord at a dance.
The crowd looked on in silence, guessing that Pei Qi was surely there to give Tang Xiyan a hard time.
But Pei Qi just casually flipped his hair and said, “Hey!”
Tang Xiyan: “?”
Tang Xiyan reflexively refused. “I don't tell fortunes. Don't come to me!”
