Yun Zhiyi, a little metaphysics master who grew up in the mountains, was forced to marry into a top wealthy family in order to repay his kindness to his master, and to marry a sick CEO who was rumored to be dying soon.
On their wedding night, she looked at the thick black air lingering above her husband's head, counted with her fingers, and said with a solemn expression: "Husband, you are going bankrupt."
The sick CEO sneered and handed over a black card: "I'll give you 100 million and don't bother me."
Yun Zhiyi was happy that this wealthy family had a good life, they were stupid and had too much money, and their husband still didn't come home.
As a result, the top wealthy circles in Beijing exploded.
"Have you heard? The wedding bride of the Fu family sets up a stall under the overpass to tell fortunes, and every fortune is worth a fortune!"
"She also opened a live broadcast room to catch ghosts online and has tens of millions of fans!"
"The latest news! She changed the Feng Shui of her opponent's company and now she has Mercury in reverse every day!"
At first, Fu Yanci scorned this feudal and superstitious little wife.
Until he discovered that the company's rivals were bankrupting one after another, the rotten peach blossoms that had plagued him disappeared, and even his chronic illness that had not been cured for a long time was miraculously cured.
One day, Fu Yanci blocked Yun Zhiyi in a corner while he was drawing talisman live, and asked with red eyes: "How many vests do you have left?"
Yun Zhiyi calmly raised the peach wood sword in his hand: "Don't worry, I will chop off a peach blossom for you first."
Later, everyone in the capital knew that if they wanted to ask Mr. Fu for help, they had to go under the overpass to ask his wife for fortune-telling.
