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

When there are many people at a party, some unforeseen problems can easily occur.

However, by changing the address to their own six-star hotel, the security system is already quite comprehensive.

"Just arrange it normally."

"clear."

After leaving the office, Fang Kai immediately notified the head of the bodyguard team.

For every large-scale event, the bodyguard team is the only choice. They are a bodyguard team specially selected and trained by President Jiang to protect his safety.

Although they've almost become my wife's personal bodyguard team lately, I only feel at ease having them around at the party.

Upon receiving the message, the bodyguard captain began making arrangements, deploying personnel according to all the entrances and exits on the first floor of the six-star hotel.

Everything is proceeding smoothly.

After finishing a day's work, Jiang Zhou would knock on the door and enter the house in the evening.

Song Qingge saw through it but didn't say anything, jokingly asking, "Did you forget again today because you were so busy?"

The man holding the girl in his arms snapped the light off, tightened his grip, and snorted, "No, I told Uncle Li, but he's probably too busy to remember."

Uncle Li: I really will thank you.

The man in his fifties said he had not received any instructions.

Jiang Zhou: Of course, because the air conditioner wasn't broken.

"Oh, I see. I'll talk to Uncle Li about it tomorrow." Song Qingge stared at the man with a half-smile, watching his reaction.

Jiang Zhou's fingers stiffened: "Uh, no need. You sleep more, get some rest, and conserve your energy. I'll go find Uncle Li." It seems I'll have to find another excuse tomorrow.

Why not just remove the air conditioner?

Just say you don't have the money to buy an air conditioner right now?

That's impractical.

His money could fill an entire villa.

Or is he dissatisfied with all the new air conditioners that have been released recently?

Too picky.

This would make Qingge mistakenly think he was a mean and unkind person, affecting his image in his wife's eyes.

Forget it, I'll just smash the air conditioner and get a repairman to fix it, and then it'll take a few more days.

If the air conditioner has a serious problem and can't be fixed, that's fine too.

A perfect excuse.

He's so smart!

Thinking about it, he smiled and met the girl's gaze halfway through his sentence.

A sense of unease washed over me.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Song Qingge lay on her side, propping her cheek with her hand and gazing at the man.

The only light source in the bedroom was the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains, which faintly revealed the man's guilty conscience.

Let's get married.

The air went silent for a second.

Bang!

Jiang Zhou sat up abruptly, his hands trembling as he grasped the girl's shoulders: "So suddenly? Why?"

"Tch." Song Qingge was both amused and exasperated. "There's no reason. You don't want to? Then forget it."

"Knot!"

Jiang Zhou nodded, then shook his head: "No, let's not get married yet. No, that's not what I meant. I mean, let's not accept your proposal yet... tsk, no, anyway..."

"You want to propose to me?" Song Qingge's eyes crinkled at the corners as she looked at the man with a mixture of pleasure and amusement.

Jiang Zhou was stunned, both angry and happy: "No, if you had told me, there would have been no surprise."

How was he supposed to prepare a marriage proposal?

He ruffled the hair at the back of his head, making it look like a bird's nest.

The usually meticulous and domineering CEO was throwing a tantrum like a child.

He still has to hold his wife while he throws a tantrum.

Song Qingge smiled helplessly yet indulgently: "Alright, just pretend I didn't ask. But..."

"I was the one who proposed to you first."

This made the man even angrier.

I'm so angry I need a kiss to calm down.

So, he didn't spare the girl's swollen lips all night, and...

Whispering sweet nothings to each other.

"Begging won't help. Who told you to propose in the middle of the night? Wife, I'm a man."

*

As the night grew brighter outside the window, the people inside gradually fell asleep.

As soon as my eyelids closed, my brain started working again.

This dream was about what would happen at the wine party four days later.

The banquet hall remained as prosperous and luxurious as ever. Invited guests chatted in groups, their faces adorned with smiles, some genuine and some feigned.

The central location, the tall stacks of drinks, and the exquisite desserts on the table all highlight the festive atmosphere of this banquet.

"President Jiang, congratulations! This time, the Civilized Village project has received official praise and key support. The Jiang family is going to be very successful in the future."

"General Jiang is young and promising; he is truly a rising star, like the Yangtze River's waves pushing the old ones forward, hahaha."

Jiang Zhou let the flattery go in one ear and out the other, taking a listless sip of wine as he listened to the countless times he had heard such empty compliments.

His gaze remained fixed on the girl who was being talked to by someone not far away.

Tonight, she wore a white evening gown, adorned with sparkling gold rhinestones.

Just then, the girl saw him and walked towards him.

His lips curled into a smile, but suddenly his mind went blank for a moment.

Something seems familiar.

This scene seems familiar...where have I seen it before?

He tried hard to recall.

As if he had forgotten something important, when he came to his senses, the girl was already in front of him, chatting openly with the person who had just flattered him.

"President Jiang is truly blessed. Master Song has saved us twice. The first time was with that madman who caused us to panic the whole time, and the second time was...%*#"

He tried hard to listen, and although the person opposite him was clearly moving their mouth, he still couldn't hear any sound.

I couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

the second time?

When else did Qingge save the entire city?

The sound suddenly returned.

"Haha, yeah, it happened just two or three days ago. It almost turned into a major incident. The news reports...%# being robbed...it was terrifying."

"Fortunately, we have Master Song."

The person opposite raised their glass to Song Qingge.

Song Qingge smiled, gracefully picked up her wine glass, and took a small sip: "You flatter me, it's what I should do."

It seems Qingge knows what they are talking about.

Why doesn't he remember?

Before he could ask, a "clanging" sound came from the left, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

He instinctively stepped in front of her to protect the girl behind him.

"Qingge?"

The girl froze, her eyes vacant.

"Qingge!"

He called out again anxiously.

It seems he really forgot something very important.

Suddenly, he was pushed aside and fell to the side.

The girl stood where he was.

By the time he realized what was happening, the spilled liquor had landed on the exposed electrical wires, and a crackling current enveloped the girl.

"don't want!"

The lights suddenly went out.

Jiang Zhou suddenly reached out to pull, his eyes widening as he realized that the bedroom in front of him was familiar.

Again.

It was just a dream.

But this time the dream was different.

He didn't die from a fall, he died from electrocution.

Also because he was saved.

Jiang Zhou frowned deeply, trying hard to recall all the details of his dream. From the beginning of the dream, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Except for one place.

electric wire.

The floor was carpeted, and electrical wires were buried in the gaps in the carpet, which happened to surround the high tower of liquor with a whole circle of wires.

The part that caused the electric shock was the section where the protective layer of the wire had peeled off.

In that situation, it would be impossible for a person to survive.

"Did you dream again?"

Jiang Zhou suddenly turned his head.

Seeing the girl's clear eyes, he reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do a good job."

We said we would solve the problem, but problems still arose.

Song Qingge gently patted his broad back: "It's not your fault. There are countless ways for a person to die, not to mention accidents."

This time, she started dreaming after toasting someone, with Jiang Zhou beside her.

She took a sip of her drink and saw a guest who had drunk too much bump into a waiter serving drinks, lose his footing, and knock over the tall tower, causing it to collapse and spill drinks onto the power lines.

What seemed like an accident was actually the presence of an evil spirit clinging to the stumbling middle-aged guest.

Even without that evil entity, she would have encountered other accidents and suffered karmic retribution, but that "accident" made her death an inevitable outcome.

Her almond-shaped eyes darkened slightly.

She had an idea.

Since Pu Shengwei and Liang Xin were involved in both cases, why not turn the tables on them?

……

The next day, when Jiang Zhou woke up, the bedding beside him was already cold.

Grandma told him when he went downstairs for breakfast that Qingge had gone out early in the morning.

He sent a message reminding Qingge to be careful, and then began making arrangements once he arrived at the company.

"Have you found out?"

Fang Kai nodded: "The construction team responsible for finishing today's work has absconded. We are currently using our network of contacts to track them down. If there is city surveillance, we should be able to find them within an hour."

In addition, a new construction company is being screened, but to prevent the same contractor from cutting corners, more time is needed for evaluation. If all goes well, a decision should be made this afternoon.

Jiang Zhou's expression was serious, his hawk-like eyes filled with frost: "I don't want anything like this to happen again."

As soon as he arrived in the morning, he went to the banquet hall himself and found out that the construction team had cut corners and skimped on materials in order to deduct some money from the work, which resulted in the electrical wiring in the banquet venue in his dream being buried so carelessly.

He tapped the table with his index finger, then looked up with a cold gaze: "Also, cancel all drinks at the Tower. Closely monitor Pu Shengwei and everyone around him, and report back to me immediately."

According to Qingge's dream, Pu Shengwei's people were involved in both "accidents".

If this variable factor is not controlled before the party, no matter how much the environment is changed, the construction company is replaced, or the on-site measures for the party are improved, "accidents" will still happen.

Fang Kai nodded: "President Jiang, the people you asked to keep an eye on things before, I haven't let them withdraw. Recently, Pu Shengwei's people haven't made any moves."

"Keep an eye on it. By the way, we've almost finished gathering evidence against the Pu family. The higher-ups have been secretly investigating them these past few days. Find an opportunity to submit it to them."

"yes!"

After Fang Kai left, Jiang Zhou leaned back in his chair and looked out at the bright skyscrapers.

Three days left.

He would do his best no matter what, even if he couldn't escape death, as long as Qingge was alive, that was enough.

He will pay for his life.

……

Holy light shone on the soft, misty ground, where two elderly people sat at a tea table, sipping fragrant tea.

"Is Xiao Ge's recent string of troubles because she's meddled in other people's karma?"

The mother-in-law, as pure and holy as a fairy from heaven, nodded slightly: "Yes, the trouble at the factory and the trouble caused by the Taoist sect all stem from this."

She slowly put down her teacup and looked earnestly at the old woman opposite her: "You are her grandmother and her guardian. You should know best that these are all minor matters. The real test is yet to come."

The prophetic dream was a gift from Heaven to Song Qingge.

Or rather, it's favoritism.

Such a genius, who returned to the world after decades, they couldn't bear to see her perish again.

Grandma sighed deeply, her face full of worry.

"You don't need to worry too much. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and this child is a blessed person."

If she can successfully overcome this next hurdle, she will receive divine protection on the day of the banquet.

Shelter is not a get-out-of-jail-free card, but it's better to have it than not.

Grandma's worried expression eased a little: "I believe in Xiaoge."

in the afternoon.

The entire surveillance system in Jiangcheng suddenly went dark...