The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

The two wealthy women stared wide-eyed, like saucers!

They rushed forward, jostling to grab the yellow talisman and examining it from all angles.

"Really? A piece of yellow paper is that effective?"

"Don't lie to us."

Mrs. Zhou scoffed, "How can you believe such things? Besides, how old is that new Mrs. Jiang? What does she know at such a young age?"

It's true they dislike the Song family, but to the outside world, Song Qingge is ultimately a member of the Jiang family.

There is no reason to let outsiders bully us.

Lin Jinhua spoke gently and softly: "Oh, Mrs. Zhou, you just said I couldn't afford to go to the temple. I thought you believed in that stuff."

After he finished speaking, the other two wealthy women exchanged a glance and remained silent in tacit agreement.

They were just echoing Mrs. Zhou's words because she had taken the lead.

After all, losing money is a bad feeling, so this is just a way to vent.

Who could have imagined that the situation would change so drastically?

They surrounded Lin Jinhua: "Could you buy us two tickets?"

Lin Jinhua held the yellow talisman back with her fingers and carefully put it back in her small bag: "Okay, 100,000 each, you can transfer the money first."

"One hundred thousand!"

The two ladies were stunned.

His tone turned sarcastic: "A single sheet of paper costs that much? We don't even spend that much money playing mahjong."

Lin Jinhua casually mentioned, "It's okay if you don't buy them. Anyway, you can't really win much money playing mahjong. But all the stocks I bought hit their daily limit today, hahaha."

She had given up hope and was thinking of never investing in stocks again.

To my surprise, when I checked just now, I found that not only had I recovered all the money I lost in mahjong over the past two months, but I had also recovered all the money I lost in the stock market.

No wonder this talisman sells for 50,000.

She now feels she's selling it too cheaply, so she's taken it upon herself to raise the price.

Anyway, these rich ladies have plenty of money, so 100,000 is nothing to them.

Upon hearing this, the two wealthy women immediately transferred the money, except for Mrs. Zhou.

She shrugged dismissively, "I don't believe in this stuff. Tomorrow, the four of us will still play." Even without buying any talismans, she could still win all their money.

Upon returning home, Lin Jinhua bought two talismans for Song Qingge and transferred 200,000 yuan to her.

Song Qingge thought she had misread it: "Second Aunt, you gave too much."

"Sigh, I tricked them." Lin Jinhua casually said as she put the two talismans back into her bag, "Last time I saw you come out of the He family's house after you swiftly threw out talismans, your face was all white. Aren't you supposed to have some kind of magical power? I guess drawing talismans is also physical work, so I'll make you earn more."

Song Qingge froze for two seconds. Her calm, cold eyes, as still as a dead pool, seemed to ripple as if a pebble had been thrown in.

Everyone felt that her job was just to draw a few lines on paper, a simple task, so why should she charge money?

When she first started her stall, she faced a lot of skepticism, with many people believing she was a con artist who was just swindling money from ordinary people.

So she got used to being doubted.

Back in the village, the villagers thought she was a monster who had killed the village secretary's wife. She tried to explain, but no one believed her.

Except for my maternal grandmother.

She and her grandmother were considered unlucky, and no one dared to approach them.

Later, she got used to not explaining. If they didn't believe her, then so be it.

She was used to being misunderstood.

I'm used to being seen as an oddball.

I'm used to always being the first one to be discarded.

Including her biological father.

This was the first time someone had broken her habits, respected her profession, and shown her understanding.

Suddenly her vision blurred, and Song Qingge looked up, staring intently at the ceiling, her clear black eyes blinking slightly.

Looking ahead again, her vision cleared: "Thank you."

Lin Jinhua was stunned for a moment.

Pupil focusing.

They noticed the inconspicuous redness at the corner of Song Qingge's eye, but didn't expose it.

But I felt uneasy.

She had misunderstood Song Qingge before because of the Song family. She had seen how that old fox, Song Chengming, treated his two daughters differently at the He family's birthday banquet.

People without children may not understand, but the love and concern parents have for their children will still overflow from their eyes, even if they keep quiet.

The way Song Chengming looked at Song Qingge was worse than if she were a stranger.

It wasn't even as sincere as when he was begging Xiao Zhou for cooperation back then.

At that time, she wondered how the Song family had changed the engagement.

But the moment she saw Xiao Song's expression, she understood completely.

It seems that over the years, the outside world's speculation about the Song family's mistreatment of their first wife's daughter has been far more intense than ever.

Her tone was soothing and gentle as she took Song Qingge's hand.

The moment she touched the callus, her heart tightened, but she quickly composed herself and showed no sign of surprise: "Child, I should thank you for helping Xiao Yang."

The moment Song Qingge was held by a warm, soft hand, she tensed up as if she had been electrocuted.

Her eyes reddened again.

Although it may not look much different, a burning passion surged within me, like the waves of a rising tide, violently sweeping over me and lingering for a long time.

A blurry childhood memory of my mother flashed through my mind.

That was in a hospital bed.

She and her grandmother stayed by her side day and night.

The mother held her hand like this, carefully telling her what she would become as she grew up, year by year.

That was the last time she held her mother's hand.

Slightly dazed, Song Qingge arched her eyebrows slightly, her clear, dark eyes brimming with tears: "It's only right."

Lin Jinhua patted the back of her hand, turned and left, turning back after a few steps: "I'm sorry about what happened before."

The corridor was quiet, and the cold wind outside the window whistled against the window.

"It's alright." Song Qingge smiled slightly.

Lin Jinhua finally relaxed, saying, "Then I'll call you... Qingge from now on?"

She didn't want to be called "Xiao Zhou's wife" or "Mrs. Jiang." A woman should have her own name after she gets married.

"Okay, Sister Jinhua," Song Qingge replied.

Two beautiful girls of different ages smiled at each other, and everything from the past drifted away with the wind.

The next day, Lin Jinhua took Fu to play mahjong. After a few rounds, Mrs. Zhou overturned the table.

"I'm not playing anymore! All three of you have talismans, that's not fair!"

"Hey, yesterday we bought talismans, but you were the one who said they were useless and didn't want to buy them."

"Yes, now you're blaming us? Mrs. Zhou, you can't take this."

"Heh." Lin Jinhua elegantly covered her mouth with her finger, making it impossible to tell if she was laughing.

But all three of them burst out laughing.

Mrs. Zhou's face turned red with anger, and she immediately transferred 500,000 yuan to her phone.

"Jinhua, could you buy five talismans for Xiaozhou's wife?"

"Five sheets?!" Lin Jinhua exclaimed in surprise.

She remembered Qingge telling her that she should use no more than one sheet per month.

Mrs. Zhou's face was harsh, assuming she was unwilling: "What, are you afraid I'll win all your money? Don't worry, I bought the talisman for 500,000, so I don't need to play these petty games."

She invested money in stocks and made ten or even a hundred times her initial investment!

"Not really, it's just that using too many talismans can have side effects, so don't blame me for not warning you then." Lin Jinhua considered not telling Mrs. Zhou, but after hesitating for a while, she still told her.

At least she reminded us that we had done everything we could.

Finally, Mrs. Zhou followed her back to the Jiang family and bought three talismans.

She angrily retorted, "You didn't even look at me before spouting this nonsense about a limit of three tickets per person."

Lin Jinhua was too lazy to argue with her: "Buy it or don't, I'll refund the 200,000 yuan. Uncle Li, see her out."

After everyone left, grumbling and cursing, Lin Jinhua pulled Song Qingge aside and said, "Qingge, you sold two fewer tickets because you were worried about the side effects, right? She's greedy, so she deserves to be punished by heaven. We should have sold her five tickets and let her squander them."

Song Qingge shook her head: "No." She wasn't that kind of saintly-hearted.

Mysticians who sell talismans, knowing the side effects, may still get caught up in the karma of the buyers in order to make more money.

She just doesn't want to take responsibility.

Holding the five talismans with great joy, Su Lanjuan couldn't wait to invest all her savings in the stock market...