The Capital's Playboy Heir Begs Me to Marry Him: Wife, My Fate Is Missing You

[Money-Grubbing Little Trickster Exorcist [Emoji] Ruthless, Unhinged CEO]

Shen Qiao's fortune-telling shop has fixed prices: 88 yuan to learn your date of death, nonrefundable.

After all, she's got a short life herself. The Shen family's seal has shortened her lifespan, and she won't live past twenty-five. So she's greedy, protective of her own life, and always looking to make a buck. She only watches coldly as other people meet their ends, never lifting a finger to save them.

Until He Tingzhou kicked down her door.

The CEO of the He Group had a wildly twitching left eyebrow and a golden fate. The curse that no He son would live past thirty was ticking away inside him.

He tossed her a black card. "Two hundred thousand. Tell me how to avoid it."

She didn't even lift an eyelid. "Thirty thousand a month. I only tell you when you'll die. I don't save people."

A broken engagement in the twelfth lunar month, a blood-jade Pixiu, life-swapping talismans, the focal point of an ancestral grave formation... He risked his life to hold off the underworld enforcers, while she used his contract to bluff her way into a deal with the Underworld.

He grabbed her by the waist, furious, the corners of his eyes red. "You used my contract to bargain. Do you know that if they burn it, you'll go up in flames too?"

She rose onto her toes and kissed him. "I know."

"And you still went?!"

"Because I don't want you to die."

"Shen Qiao, that's against the rules."

"Love doesn't count."

His golden fate shattered the seal, and his wish power returned to the life-sharing lock.

He had thirty-three years, she had twenty-six, and there were two and a half meters between life and death.

He didn't believe in fate. He only believed in her. She didn't tell fortunes. She only read his.