The Mystic Sect's Old Ancestor Won't Leave the Big Shot's Room

[Fortune-telling mystic sect ancestor who runs a street stall vs. arrogant business tycoon who spoils his wife]

Tong Li, the founder of the mystic sect, transmigrated from an age when magic had faded.

One stormy night, she accidentally wandered into a villa in the suburbs and, compelled by a spell, pinned a man down.

He had a remarkably handsome face, striking features, and a pair of phoenix eyes that could ensnare the soul.

Those who practiced the Way valued purity of heart and freedom from desire. She had never felt anything so indescribable before...

The veins at the man's temples bulged as fury surged through him. “Get off me right now! If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll tear you limb from limb.”

Tong Li watched his nonstop tirade, followed her heart, and bent down to kiss him...

*

Pei Jiuyin was a hidden chosen one, as well as a business tycoon, known for his keen judgment and decisive actions.

One day, pointing at the woman in a photo, he ground out, “Find this woman right now. I want her reduced to ashes.”

N days later...

“I heard you were looking for me? Want to reduce me to ashes?”

Young Master Pei held his head high and said nothing, clinging to the last shred of his pride.

“Heh. You look pale and unwell. You'll be in for some physical pain tonight.”

The next day, Young Master Pei wore a blissful smile, his phone never leaving his hand at the office:

“Honey, where are you?”

“Honey, I miss you.”

“Honey, when are you coming back?”

“Honey...”

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off.”