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The first was the marketing director who lived closest to her. "You, Zhang Weineng, cheated on me, had a mistress, and she gave birth to a son. You're someone who made your fortune through your wife; did your wife even know you had a mistress?"

"What are you barking like a dog?" Zhang Weineng's flustered expression betrayed him.

Gu Qingfeng glanced at him and silently remembered him.

"Should we change it?" Chang Xi raised the termination agreement in his hand.

No one spoke.

Then let's continue.

The second is the art director.

"You're playing with that duck," Changxi said as she looked at it. "That duck is sick and you've caught it. Remember to go check on it, or you'll catch it too."

People on both sides quietly moved a little further away from her, afraid of being infected.

"Enough," the vice chairman said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want?"

"Let's part amicably. If you want to dump me, I don't necessarily want to stay any longer. But it's unethical to come up with a four million penalty for breach of contract right away," Chang Xi pushed the termination agreement back onto the table.

"Either there's no penalty for breach of contract, or I'll turn Weiyi Entertainment upside down. Your hands aren't clean, so let's see if you'd rather part ways amicably or destroy each other."

The higher-ups exchanged glances, already resigned in their hearts, but those in actual charge hadn't given their approval yet.

Gu Qingfeng finally spoke, "What's the use of threatening them? I'm the one in charge of Entertainment. Why don't you talk to me?"

Seeing Chang Xi looking at him without speaking, he asked curiously, "What's wrong? You're so eloquent with them, but you can't tell the difference with me?"

Are you sure you want me to say it?

Tell me about it.

"Separated from their siblings, now worlds apart."

Gu Qingfeng was stunned; this was indeed a remarkable person.

He raised his hand. "You all go out. I need to speak with her alone."

Lanlan was worried and stayed behind.

"Don't worry, boss, I absolutely won't reveal anything I shouldn't!" Lan Lan assured him.

Forget it.

This is not a big secret.

Gu Qingfeng nodded. "I am indeed separated from my siblings. I have a twin sister who was stolen by human traffickers when she was six months old. The Gu family spent a lot of effort searching for her, but we still couldn't find any information."

Our whole family went from initial anxiety to gradual disappointment, and finally to despair. There have been suspected cases over the years, but none of them were my sister.

"Sorry," Chang Xi said, his joking expression fading.

We should always show some courtesy to those who have lost loved ones.

"If you really have the ability, could you tell whether she is still alive?" Gu Qingfeng was already prepared for the possibility that his sister was no longer alive.

"condition."

"No penalty for breach of contract."

"Deal," Chang Xi rummaged in his pocket, took out a red string with copper coins tied to it from his Qiankun bag, took three copper coins off it, and stuffed the rest back into his pocket.

"character."

Gu Qingfeng revealed his sister's birth date and time.

Huh? How come this birth chart is the same as hers?

Chang Xi tossed a coin six times and analyzed the results of the six hexagrams.

"How is it?" Seeing Chang Xi frown, Gu Qingfeng's heart sank.

"That's good, Shangji, he's still alive."

Lanlan gave her a push, "Then why are you frowning? I thought something had happened."

That kind of tension that makes your heart jump is really agonizing.

"Where is she? If you can help me find her, the Gu family will not treat you unfairly!" Gu Qingfeng stood up and quickly walked to her side.

Chang Xi touched his head, took out the original owner's ID card, and calculated according to this birthday. No, but why does the divination show that Gu Qingfeng's sister is in this room?

Lanlan has family, so it definitely isn't her.

If it is the original owner, the birth chart calculated based on the birthday does not match.

However, the birthday on some people's ID cards may not be accurate. Since the original owner was an orphan, she may have just randomly chosen a date as her birthday.

"Far away, yet right before my eyes."

There were only the three of them in the meeting room.

Gu Qingfeng's gaze fell on Lan Lan.

Lanlan quickly waved her hand, "It's definitely not me! I'm twenty-eight this year, and my family has physical examinations every year. I'm definitely my parents' biological daughter."

As she spoke, she remembered that Chang Xi was also twenty-four years old.

"Chang Xi, she's only twenty-four years old. She's an orphan who grew up in a rural orphanage."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingfeng was so excited he almost jumped up.

Chang Xi was not pleased. He stood up and said, "I must have miscalculated. This divination doesn't count. The previous divination counts as a condition. Remember to rewrite my termination agreement."

Gu Qingfeng was inevitably disappointed, but at least he heard some good news.

"I'll give you another divination," Chang Xi tilted his head, "You're about to die."

"Boss, children say the darndest things, children say the darndest things," Lanlan pleaded desperately on her behalf.

Lanlan caught up with Changxi, "You really miscalculated?"

"It's uncertain. The divination results are easily influenced," Chang Xi thought she had made a mistake because she used the original owner's ID card to calculate it incorrectly, but the result was correct when she used her own birth chart.

But she transmigrated into the book, so how could her own birth chart from her original world affect the original owner's birth chart?

It must have been calculated incorrectly.

"So what are you planning to do next?" Lan Lan opened the car door.

The company rented her a small two-bedroom apartment; it wasn't big, but it was just right.

Chang Xi lay on the bed, a faint green light swirling around his fingertips, disappearing after entering his body.

As if sensing something, she sat up abruptly.

Red Flame, still sleepy-eyed, rubbed its little wings beside the pillow. "Xi Xi, what are you doing?"

"Is this spiritual energy?" Chang Xi opened his hand, and more green light surged into his palm. "The color of spiritual energy should be a little darker, right?"

Upon closer inspection, Hongyan realized, "This is the power of faith, not spiritual power. The power of faith and spiritual power are not the same thing. Spiritual power originates from nature, while the power of faith originates from sentient beings."

For example, intelligent animals or humans.

"What's the use?"

"The power of faith can be transformed into inner spiritual power, just like the gods people worship. The more people who believe in them, the stronger the gods become." Hongyan squinted her eyes, "This must be the power of faith from your fans, Xixi."

"I still have fans?" Chang Xi took out her phone; her account did indeed have more followers.

The price increased after the live stream, rising from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

"However, the atmosphere in the city is too turbid, which is not conducive to your conversion of faith power into spiritual power," Hongyan could not hold on any longer and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

If her spiritual power becomes strong enough, could she transcend the boundaries of time and space and return to her original world?

I wonder how Amagiyama is doing now. Has anyone been looking for her?

I think I'll go find a new place tomorrow.

Chang Xi covered Hong Yan with a blanket.

Houses in City A are not cheap. The closer to the suburbs, the more wealthy people live there, and the more expensive the houses become.

She's penniless now, where would she get the money to rent a house in the suburbs?

The real estate agents were exhausted from walking around the place. "Ms. Chang, what kind of house are you looking for?"

Chang Xi rolled her eyes. "There aren't any that are in the suburbs but are extremely cheap."

The agent was taken aback, then pulled out a picture of a house from the documents. "There really is one."

The two arrived at the house by car.

It has a classic and elegant feel, a perfect location, and the surrounding environment isn't too remote. It's only a 20-minute drive to the city center, but it looks a bit dilapidated.

The agent pushed open the door, and the door fell off.

With a loud bang, it kicked up a cloud of dust.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, a cool breeze wafted into my trouser legs.