The Count's Fake Psychic Girlfriend

She was born to elevate the Han family’s divination arts and become the 39th grandmaster of the family. What are divination arts, you ask? Fine, she’ll explain it to everyone. She doesn’t want to think of the family that raised her as nothing more than her livelihood, but the truth is impossible to deny. Because the elders foretold that she would be an extraordinary successor, does that mean they’re justified in taking away every bit of her happiness? At last, when she turned eighteen, she made a bold escape from home. A generous sucker who would pay for her food and lodging was waiting for her, but she had no idea why even he wanted to scheme against her. She had always avoided the other half destined for her, the person she never wanted to meet. She thought she could keep hiding until she died of old age. An English earl: what an enticing title. This man, though, is begging to be punched. In the Han family, you’re not allowed to run away from your destined partner, or the next time you meet might be earth-shattering. So she charged ahead. In everyone else’s eyes, she had fallen madly in love with this man. Damn it, why doesn’t anyone know how utterly wronged she really feels? English Earl: “Woman, I’m not interested in you. Give it up!” The smile at her lips was forced. Who said she liked him? International superstar: “You’re calling me a fly?” “That’s right, you! You’re the only one here. If I’m not talking about you, who am I talking about?” If you can be happy, then what does it matter if you never know I love you? “Yi Mingye, you’re going to feed and support me, understand?”