My name is Chen Chuan, I am twenty-seven years old, I have no house, no car, and no serious job.
But the Gu family, a wealthy family in Jiangcheng, insisted on marrying their eldest daughter, Gu Qingyan, to me.
The reason is simple and absurd.
Within half a year, the Gu family's business was hampered, the family was restless, and the old man became critically ill several times. The invited gentleman asserted that if you want to survive this disaster, you must find a person with a special birth date and horoscope.
Unfortunately, that person is me.
Everyone thought I was lucky.
The Gu family looked down on me, the rich second generation outside laughed at me for being a softie, and even Gu Qingyan handed me an agreement:
"Three years later, everyone will go his own way."
I have no problem with that.
Because they don't know that my grandfather taught me something when he was alive.
Observe houses, observe people, identify objects, and break up situations.
On my first day at Gu's house, I took apart the old man's crutch and took out seven rusty needles, a bunch of hair, and a bone of unknown origin.
Since then, the way the Gu family looked at me has changed.
Later, more and more wealthy businessmen came to me, and even the rich and powerful girls who were usually surrounded by the rich second generation began to come to me for "help."
Until one day, Lu Qingyan tore up the agreement in front of me.
I asked her: "What do you mean?"
She looked at me:
"Chen Chuan, it was you who married into the Gu family."
"If you want to leave now, I have to agree."
