Three years ago, Yun Zhiyi hid his metaphysical skills for love, made soup, and became the bride-to-be of the Lu family, the largest wealthy family in Jiangcheng. Everyone laughed at her for being a bumpkin from the mountains, and even her husband, Lu Jingshen, treated her coldly and turned a blind eye. Three years later, with a divorce agreement, she left home and returned to her old business, setting up a small pony under the overpass.
"Girl, I see your hall is darkened, and there will be a bloody disaster within three days!"
"President, your company's feng shui is not right, I'm afraid it will go bankrupt."
"Mr. Movie King, you have been haunted by a kid recently, and your career is going to be in decline."
At first, no one took this young and beautiful "magic stick" seriously.
Later...
Celebrities in Jiangcheng crossed the threshold of the overpass one after another, and luxury cars lined up for several kilometers, just to ask for Master Yun's advice.
One day, her ex-husband Lu Jingshen blocked her in a corner with a dark face and asked with red eyes: "Yun Zhiyi, how many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"
Yun Zhiyi lazily raised his eyes and opened his red lips: "Mr. Lu, please wait in line for fortune telling. Besides, we are not familiar with each other."
Lu Jingshen: "If you remarry, the entire Lu family will give you a betrothal gift."
Yun Zhiyi: "Sorry, I don't count marriage, I only count when you get out."
