The Fortune-Telling Heiress's Secret Identity Is Exposed

Shen Zhiwei runs a fortune-telling stall at the night market. Her fee is one hundred yuan per reading, and she never lets anyone pay later.

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 yuan. "I'll pay you to disappear."

She counted out six hundred yuan and pushed the rest back. "That's the fee for three readings. Keep it. And here's one free piece of advice: don't ride the car you usually take tonight."

That very night, the car was smashed into scrap metal on the cross-river bridge.

"Shen Zhiwei," he blocked her fortune-telling stall, his expression unreadable. "What exactly are you?"

"Watch your tone, Mr. Fu." She collected her fee without looking up. "If I were a thing, you'd be burning incense for me right now."

Later, at his twenty-eighth birthday banquet, he coughed up blood in front of everyone. She cast a divination and changed his fate before the city's elite, staying up all night until three strands of her hair turned white.

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

"Not my life. Just a little something else." She smiled. "Mr. Fu, pay extra."

"Done." He pinned her against the fortune-telling stall, fear and fierce resolve surging in his eyes. "I'll pay you back with interest. Take me as payment. Shen Zhiwei, will you take this job?"

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

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