The Fortune-Telling Heiress's Secret Identity Is Exposed

Shen Zhiwei runs a stall at the night market, charging one hundred per fortune reading, with no credit.

One day, she pointed at the most powerful man in the city. "Sir, you don't have long to live."

Fu Sinian pulled out two million. "I'll pay you to disappear."

She counted out six hundred and pushed the rest back. "That's the fee for three readings. Keep it. And here's a free tip: don't get into the car you usually take tonight."

That night, the car was smashed into scrap metal on the bridge across the river.

Shen Zhiwei, he stood in front of her fortune-telling stall, his expression unreadable. "What exactly are you?"

"Mr. Fu, mind your manners." She pocketed the fee without looking up. "If I were a thing, you'd be burning incense for me by now."

Later, at his twenty-eighth birthday banquet, he spat blood in front of everyone. She cast a divination and altered his fate before the city's most prominent guests, going through three strands of hair in a single night.

He clutched a strand of her white hair, his eyes reddening. "What did you trade for it?"

"Not my life. Something else." She smiled. "Mr. Fu, pay extra."

"Done." He pinned her against the fortune-telling stall, fear and fierce determination churning in his eyes. "With interest, I'll pay with myself. Shen Zhiwei, will you take the deal?"

The whole city lined up to have their fortunes told by her. Only he had read the truth correctly: her fate was missing him.

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