I'm going to die!
What kind of bad luck is this girl walking under today? She drew eight lots in a row, and they were either middle or lower fortunes, and none of them were good. They were all about unrequited love, heartbreak, tears, wilted flowers, and other ghastly things.
If she keeps drawing, she's going to cry! Not Nangong Yan, but Suming will cry. Starting from the third lot, every ti Nangong Yan drew an unlucky lot, she would grit her teeth and pinch him hard. It really hurt!
"Stop, stop, stop, I know what's going on!" Suming yelled, rubbing his leg, and stopped Nangong Yan from drawing the ninth lot.
"Why? Are you ssing with this?" Nangong Yan's expression was ferocious. If there had been a blower to make her hair flutter in the wind, she would look exactly like a white-haired witch.
"How could that be possible! It must be because this little fox is too tired! Look, look, its little arms are trembling. It can't even hold the cylinder of lots!" Suming held the cylinder tightly, with a grin he said, "Let's call it a day for now. Another day, another day, we'll co back when the little fox's energy is restored."
"No way, I don't believe it! Am I destined to be unlucky as a star of calamity?"
If it were just one or two unlucky draws, Nangong Yan could have laughed it off, but after drawing eight or nine negative lots in a row, she was really fuming with anger. Puffing with rage, she insisted on drawing again, determined not to give up until she got a good lot.
"Alright, alright, let's switch to another fox immortal. How about that?"
"Okay." Nangong Yan stood up and went with Suming towards another fox immortal.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to poke the little fox that had drawn the lots for her with her slender fingers, grumpily saying, "You little rascal!"
This ti, Suming brought her to the Big-eared Thief.
The Big-eared Thief was the most in touch with spiritual power and was considered to be the smartest and most agile. Whether he could save the flesh of his thigh depended on it.
The Big-eared Thief held the bucket, shook it for a long ti, but couldn't shake out a single lot.
Suming's mind moved, he used his Soul Attachnt Ability, attached his spiritual power to the Big-eared Thief, and sneaked a peek at the lots being shaken.
This is the one, give it a shake!
Pop! A lot falls out, and Nangong Yan quickly picks it up.
Upon seeing it, her face relaxed with a smile, holding the lot and gesturing to Suming, "Look, look, I finally drew a good lot!"
The lot read: Assiduous words carry pledges; in the poem, a promise known to both hearts. It ant that two hearts were in harmony, a good on indeed.
"I told you so, that little fox was too tired." Suming sighed with relief, thinking to himself that he was tired too. It took a lot of effort to find this one lot.
To his surprise, Nangong Yan handed the lot back to the Big-eared Thief and urged with a giggly smile, "One more ti, one more ti!"
Suming rolled his eyes and sent another wave of spiritual power.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Pop!
"Yay! A very good lot! A graceful and virtuous lady; a gentleman's perfect match! One more ti!"
One more ti!
One more ti!
As if seeking vengeance, Nangong Yan relentlessly drew seven or eight more tis.
The situation took a complete 180! All the lots were good this ti!
Not until she almost emptied the bucket of all the good fortunes did she end the trip of seeking a love match, finally feeling satisfied.
In the sunset, Nangong Yan's little face was a rosy flush as she hugged Suming's shoulder. The two of them walked down the hill slowly.
Nangong Yan was a very clever girl, and as they walked, she suddenly looked up at Suming with a puzzled expression, "There were only about twenty lots in the bucket. I drew all the good and bad ones. Doesn't that seem too coincidental? Co clean, did you ss with them?"
Suming smiled without saying a word, just reached up and rubbed her head.
"Hee hee, it doesn't matter whether you did or not, in the end, they were all good lots. I'm exhausted," Nangong Yan giggled, hanging on to Suming's arm like a big koala.
Suming felt sothing very strange squeezing his arm. He was flushed with a surge of excitent without even having eaten sheep stomach mushrooms, "Um, did you bring a swimsuit?"
"No... it's freezing..."
"Oh..."
"What?"
"Do it!"
"Do it, do what? Go, go, go..."
After spending the afternoon at the zoo and noticing it was getting late, Suming drove Nangong Yan ho.
Nangong Yan ca from an affluent family and was quite outstanding herself. Back in school, she was always at the forefront of fashion. Whether it was her attire, daily essentials, or her own aesthetic taste, she was far ahead of most girls her age.
It's expensive to raise a girl, but that doesn't an they can be without manners. On the contrary, Nangong Yan was brought up very strictly. After a al in a restaurant in the city and a movie, it wasn't even ten o'clock when Suming drove Nangong ho.
Amber Garden might not be as luxurious as the villa community where Zhao Yun lived, but it's still one of the high-end residential districts from the early years of Yangchuan City. Suming's Wrangler, worth over half a million, was just a mid-range car in Amber Garden; it couldn't even enter the community gate and was stopped by the security guard at the entrance.
That's why one should never be too arrogant. There are too many rich people nowadays, and Suming's assets, most of which were still in the initial stages, were just enough to get him out of poverty. Even if they all developed well, he was far from the realm of the real tycoons.
But no wealth could compete with the power of a beautiful face. As Nangong poked half her head out of the car window and said a few words to the security guard, the gate creaked open, and they entered the community with a simple face scan.
"Nice face!" Suming teased while driving and searching for building B7 of Nangong's ho.
"Cut it out. Half the residents here are staff from various units, and there are quite a few officials too. The security guards are retired ard police, and they generally don't let outsiders in," Nangong explained.
Arriving under building B7, Nangong was about to get out when she suddenly frowned and said, "Let's take another round outside and co back later."
Suming had been with Nangong for so many years, and he could not be fooled by her expression. Without driving off imdiately, he asked, "What's the matter?"
Nangong didn't hide it, pointing across the street to a red Maserati parked under a streetlight and said with a hint of disgust, "He's an advertising client of our TV station, a playboy. He's chased almost all the pretty female hosts, one after another. And now, it's my turn. He's been pestering every other day, and I can't be bothered to argue with him."
The Maserati's front lights were still on, the engine hadn't been turned off, and through the slightly open window, one could faintly make out the sharp profile of a young, rather handso man behind the wheel.
"Do you want to step in?" Suming asked.
"No need. Working at a television station, I'm ntally prepared for this sort of thing. Don't worry, I can handle it. Besides, flies don't bite seamless eggs. I know the principle of keeping myself clean. It's just that I don't want to slap a smiling face, there's no need to tear each other's faces off," Nangong Yan said, shrugging nonchalantly.
Whether as friends or lovers, trust and respect are indispensable and even the most important. Since Nangong said so, Suming didn't insist. He silently ordered Er Gouzi, who was hiding in the back seat of the Wrangler, to stay close to Nangong for protection, and to report back imdiately if anything unusual happened.
Since acquiring the Soul Attachnt Ability and Haidong Qing, Er Gouzi's status as a 'personal little detective' was greatly shaken. If Suming was active in the city area, Er Gouzi could still play a role, but once they were in the mountains, Er Gouzi's relatively frail body was clearly not as useful as the nearly invincible Haidong Qing.
Therefore, Er Gouzi was assigned specifically to Nangong Yan, along with a dozen wasps, forming a "Wasp Special Action Team" dedicated to her protection.
Nangong was a girl with a clear understanding of situations and smooth handling of affairs. Despite her family's strong background, it's always better to be safe than sorry. Suming gave Er Gouzi considerable authority; if Nangong faced any danger and Suming couldn't get to her in ti, Er Gouzi could directly command the Wasp Special Action Team to launch an attack.
"Do I have a bit of paranoia?" Suming sotis wondered. It wasn't as if they were in a movie, with bad people lurking everywhere. But as a male, the instinct to protect and possess a female is perhaps an unavoidable nature.
As the Wrangler started up again and slowly headed towards the community gate, Suming stealthily rolled down the rear window.
"Why are you opening the window in this freezing cold?" Nangong asked curiously.
"Ah? It's stuffy in the car; need to get so fresh air," Suming said, feigning innocence.
Everyone has a dark side, and Suming was no exception. Rational he might be, emotional he remained. To have soone brazenly hit on his potential woman right in front of him, what about laws? Justice? Where did social fairness and justice go? Does driving a Maserati an you can bully soone driving a Wrangler? Why does a Wrangler have to be stopped by security at the gate, while a Maserati can arrogantly enter and park under the streetlight?
Suming felt it was his duty to maintain social harmony and protect the 'vulnerable groups' like himself, an unquestionable responsibility!
Er Gouzi quietly flew out of the back window, its wings fluttering as it buzzed unhurriedly towards the open window of the Maserati.
...
Ren Chen leaned back in his seat, a bit bored as he checked his Cartier watch. It was already 9:10 p.m., and Nangong Yan still hadn't co ho. According to information he'd gathered, Nangong Yan rarely ca ho late unless she was working overti. On his previous visits to Amber Garden, he managed to catch Nangong Yan by camping out under her building before seven o'clock.
He couldn't help but glance at the bunch of Amazonian lilies on the passenger seat. This flower had an enchanting fragrance and crystal-clear petals, extrely rare in Yangchuan City's market.
Ren Chen was a definite playboy, handso and successful, young and wealthy. Years of experience in the field had made him very attuned to the thoughts of won. In his opinion, giving 999 roses was cliché and outdated, lowering both his and the woman's status. Gifting Amazonian lilies was both charming and classy, and with a simple online search, any girl would be astonished at the price of this small bundle of lilies.
When it ca to making money, Ren Chen didn't dare claim he was the most outstanding young entrepreneur in Yangchuan City, but he was suprely confident when it ca to won!
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