In college, I finally managed to win the campus heartthrob over.
A fortune-teller said he would ruin my chances of making money. I gritted my teeth and broke up with him, and after graduation, everything really did go smoothly.
Later, at the company annual party, I got a little tipsy.
The CEO sitting at the head of the table looked more and more like the ex I had dated for three years.
The next second, he turned to me with a cold expression:
"Am I blocking your fortune or bringing you wealth? Think it through carefully."
