After three years of marriage, Ling Shuangyue worked as a transparent person in the Gu family for three years, working hard and without complaint, but only received a divorce agreement and ruthless ridicule.
"You are nothing if you leave the Gu family."
Ling Shuangyue turned around gracefully, and a mysterious fortune-telling stall appeared under the overpass.
"Girl, your marriage line is a bit off, and you will have bad luck in the future."
"Boss, your company's feng shui is not right. There will be a disaster within three months."
"Mr. Movie Emperor, I see that your hall has turned dark. I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster recently."
At first, no one took her words seriously, until all the prophecies came true.
Business tycoons, top celebrities, and wealthy ladies all crossed the threshold just to ask for her advice.
My ex-husband, Mr. Gu, looked at the woman who was held in high esteem by all the stars and was so radiant that his intestines turned green with regret.
"Honey, I was wrong, shall we remarry?"
Ling Shuangyue's red lips curled up slightly, and she fluttered the whisk in her hand: "Sir, please wait in line for fortune telling. There will be extra money for jumping in line."
