Everyone said that Lin Xi was able to marry Fu Jingyao because of the smoke coming out of his ancestral grave.
A night market stall keeper, a chaebol CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions, this marriage looks like a joke no matter how you look at it.
Until——
The Feng Shui killing array carefully laid out by the Fu family's sworn enemy was broken by a few random rocks she played with.
The hostile takeover by an international giant was reversed by her simple words: "The stock price will change tomorrow."
When Fu Jingyao's life-threatening terminal illness was declared unsolvable by modern medicine, it was she who burned a talisman and snatched him back from the hands of the King of Hell.
The man finally put away all his cold arrogance and pressed her against the corner. His eyes were filled with panic and stubbornness that he had never seen before: "Who are you?"
Lin Xi shook the nine-digit reward that had just arrived and blinked: "Your savior... And creditor. Mr. Fu, please remember to settle the life-saving money."
Later, the world's leading figures in metaphysics knelt down and begged her for advice, and the heads of top wealthy families paid huge sums of money just to ask for her advice.
But the once arrogant Mr. Fu followed her every day, complaining aggrievedly:
"Madam, you haven't calculated my marriage yet today."
"Forget it," he looked at her, his eyes as deep as the sea, "The hexagram shows that I lack you in my life, and it will take me my whole life to repay you."
