The Fake Young Master Has a Special Fortune-Telling Skill

Jiang Qingyang had just finished reading a novel about a real and a fake young master when, that very night, he transmigrated into the story as the fake young master who shared his name. Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, he had already been kicked out of the house. And he had just come back from the dead! Actually, to be precise, he was one of the living dead. The good news: He had acquired a game interface. Whenever he clicked on any object in front of him, information about it appeared beside it, whether the object was alive or dead. The bad news: To stay alive, he needed a huge amount of experience points to maintain his life and physical condition. With no other choice, he disguised himself as a fortune-telling charlatan and set up a stall _(:зゝ∠)_ He clicked on the man with three exclamation marks over his head. “Sir, I suggest you hurry home. Your wife is about to give birth, and she’s home alone. It’s dangerous!” He clicked on the kitten blocking his way: Its owner’s depression had flared up, and they were now on the rooftop of a ten-story building, preparing to jump! He clicked on the filthy stool in front of him. The interface suddenly flashed a red warning: “Warning! Warning! This stool has killed someone before!” From then on, the world looked different to Jiang Qingyang. If he wanted, he could see information about anything in the whole world. Where was the child someone had spent years searching for? Touch one of the child’s belongings and he could track them down. A wanted criminal hiding in a crowd? They could disguise themselves as anyone, but one click on the interface would reveal them. Someone whose fate had been switched with another’s? No problem. The interface could set things right! Before long, everyone nearby knew that at the foot of Lingcui Mountain lived a master diviner who was uncannily good at fortune-telling and finding lost things. After Jiang Qingyang became famous at home and abroad, his former fiance regretted everything. He hurried to Jiang Qingyang’s home with 999 roses, begging for forgiveness and hoping to restore their engagement. But when he saw the uncle who opened the door, his former fiance froze. “Uncle... What... what are you doing here?” Zhou Xianyi’s face darkened. He let out a cold laugh. “I should be asking you that. Why are you standing in front of my boyfriend’s home? And what are those flowers for?” What, trying to steal someone else’s boyfriend? Hadn’t he learned his lesson yet? Reader’s guide: 1. This story is purely fictional and set in an alternate modern world. Any resemblance to real life is coincidental. OvO 2. The protagonist’s golden finger is extremely (emphasis on extremely) powerful, and some plot points may seem over the top. 3. The author has no writing talent. Feel free to criticize if you don’t like it. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, so discussion is welcome, but personal attacks are not. 030 Theme: Give someone a rose, and its fragrance will linger on your hand.