Lu Miao: “I’ve read your fortune. You’ll die in three days.”
Second Master Gu: “Thanks for the good wishes. I’ve lived long enough.”
He turned around and immediately hired someone to arrange the whole package: feng shui burial plot and all.
Lu Miao reached out. “Wait, I know this business inside out. Let’s keep the profits in the family.”
Three days became three days again, and Second Master Gu got anxious. “When exactly am I going to die?”
Lu Miao: “Don’t rush. It’ll happen any minute!”
Three months later, Second Master Gu was hale and hearty, his face glowing as he pressed her into a corner. “Miaomiao, you saved my life. You have to take responsibility for me.”
Lu Miao, a top master of mysticism, inexplicably woke up in the body of a pitiful girl neglected by both her father and mother, with a dying fiancé thrown in as a bonus.
Her parents hoped she would die. The Gu siblings hated her, and everyone in the city was waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
With talismans in her left hand and feng shui in her right, Lu Miao was thriving.
One big shot after another came knocking. “How much is the Gu family’s bride price? We’ll offer ten times as much.”
The Gu siblings: “Get lost.”
Second Master Gu: “Thanks for asking. We’re already married.”
