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

Pu Shengwei gripped the stem of the wine glass tightly: "Impossible!"

He glared at the butler with a wicked look.

"The information is definitely wrong. Maybe Song Qingge released it to scare us and make us panic."

We must not act rashly.

The butler pursed his lips with difficulty: "In fact, five minutes ago, the Pu family's email did receive an official investigation warning, not just for the Pu family, but for all of the Pu family's businesses."

Business done openly isn't afraid of investigation; it's just for show. Pu Shengwei took a deep breath, his chest trembling.

He tilted his head back and took a refined sip of wine: "Then let them investigate. They won't find anything."

It's said that the Pu family does all sorts of shady business, but those who follow them aren't just from the elite and business circles; they also have connections with many higher-ups.

As long as they are here, the Pu family will never fall.

After calming down, Pu Shengwei poured himself another sip of wine and slowly swirled the glass: "Don't worry, just go about your business."

The butler wanted to say something more, but after being glanced at by Pu Shengwei, he swallowed his words.

This isn't the first time the authorities have targeted the Pu family's business; they've investigated before, but always in secret.

If there are investigation results, then we will collect evidence and release a report. This time it's different.

The fact that they released the report first and then conducted the investigation shows that they already had evidence in their hands.

Unlike before, this is just going through the motions.

The official stance is clear: perhaps the decision to expose the damage to citywide surveillance cameras was too hasty.

The three of them walked quietly together after closing the study door.

No one said a word.

The butler's mind raced as he tried to figure out how to save the Pu family, but it was impossible for him to do it alone.

"Master Liangxin, there is something I would like to ask of you."

Liang Xin and his apprentice Xuan Fang, who were walking ahead, stopped at the same time and turned to look at the steward.

The brief conversation in the study just now gave Liang Xin a clear understanding of the situation.

The Pu family won't last much longer.

This is China. It is absolutely impossible for Pu Shengwei to resist the authorities on his own.

Before that, he had to sever all ties with the Pu family, or at least not be implicated by what Pu Shengwei had done.

He can't go to jail, otherwise everything he's done before will have been for nothing.

"Please speak," he said, his expression remaining calm.

The butler bowed his head, his hands clasped in front of him: "If anything unexpected happens to the Pu family, please ensure the master's safe departure."

As long as my husband is safe, it doesn't matter if he sacrifices himself.

Xuan Fang asked in confusion, "You're just getting paid to work, why are you working so hard?"

He could understand the butler's self-sacrificing expression, just like he and his master did, but was someone like Pu Shengwei worth it?

"Master Xuanfang, some things cannot be measured by money."

He was adopted by the master and mistress when he was a child and grew up with the young master, Mr. Pu.

He and his husband experienced the rise and fall of the Pu family together. They had a master-servant relationship, an employer-employee relationship, but also a deeper bond.

In his heart, his husband's safety meant his family's safety.

"You've done so much willingly, does he even know? Does he need it?"

"That's not important."

The butler looked at Xuan Fang, narrowed his eyes, and gestured for him to stop talking.

Master Liangxin patted his disciple's forearm and nodded.

I will try my best.

He had no obligation to help Pu Shengwei, but after all, it was Pu Shengwei who gave him hope when he was in dire straits.

The debt of gratitude must be repaid, but once it is repaid, the relationship between them will be completely severed.

The butler bowed thirty degrees: "Thank you, Master Liangxin."

For the next half day, he prepared various documents, mainly records of the Pu family's various businesses in recent years, all of which were the evidence the authorities wanted.

He collected them all and worked on them all night.

……

After struggling to find excuses for the past few days, Song Qingge got tired of pretending and simply moved Jiang Zhou's personal belongings to her own room.

When Jiang Zhou got home from get off work, he was so excited that he paced back and forth in his room all night.

Song Qingge came out after washing and drying his hair; he was taking a walk.

I finished showering and got ready for bed.

He was taking a walk.

His bathrobe was half-open, loose and casual, and his mouth stretched wide to his temples.

Jiang Zhou lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped into bed, his long arm encircling the girl as he naturally shared what had happened that day.

Song Qingge looked up: "So the construction company got it back?"

"Hmm." Jiang Zhou's nose twitched with a light laugh: "Those we caught up with in Mu City, the company's legal department will file a lawsuit according to the law."

The goal wasn't to recover that small amount of money, but to prevent such fraudulent construction companies from operating in the industry and from defrauding others.

"I went to the banquet hall to check before I came back, and there were no problems."

This made the atmosphere in the bedroom tense.

Neither of them continued the conversation, their minds flashing back to the previous dreams.

Now it seems that those dreams change as they make changes. Could this be a hint from the heavens?

Song Qingge hadn't figured this out yet.

Suddenly, she remembered Grandpa Jiang's words: once things were completely resolved and she broke through to the highest level, she would understand.

Including her identity.

Where are my grandmother and mother?

And these prophetic dreams.

"Go to sleep."

She was eager to know if there would be any new changes in her dreams tonight.

Or perhaps, like that night, I don't dream at all?

Three days until the cocktail party.

The crowd was bustling, much like any other cocktail party, with everyone chatting in their own little circles amidst the clinking of glasses.

The clinking of glasses was like a countdown, a reminder to stay alert.

Song Qingge surveyed the reception.

She was in a dream.

At that moment, Jiang Zhou was talking to someone. When he saw her, he smiled and waved.

It seems he hasn't entered the dream state yet?

This dream was different from the ones I had before.

She came in first.

As she pondered why this change had occurred, a group of men in black suddenly burst through the door.

In an instant, terrified screams erupted, accompanied by the clanging sound of shattered glasses, plunging the party into chaos.

The leader of the men in black, like the others, wore a black cloth mask, revealing only his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Head straight for the riverboat.

Time seemed to suddenly slow down, moving at half speed, right in front of Song Qingge.

The leader of the men in black pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into Jiang Zhou's stomach. Blood immediately stained the hilt of the dagger and the black gloves worn by the men in black.

Jiang Zhou looked over, his face contorted in pain and his eyes red-rimmed.

The moment their eyes met, Song Qingge knew it was him.

He also entered the dream.

This time, however, the roles were reversed, and she was the one watching her die.

Why didn't she manage to shield him from that calamity this time? Was there nothing she could do?

After stabbing his target, the man in black retreated, only to find a crowd surrounding the entrance.

Several people in bodyguard uniforms were lying outside, each with a pool of blood flowing from their bodies.

Song Qingge recognized it through the gaps in the crowd; it was the uniform of Jiang Zhou's bodyguard team.

She held Jiang Zhou in her arms, and before she could speak, she opened her eyes.

All she could see was a pitch-black ceiling. She stared blankly up at it, seemingly understanding Jiang Zhou's eagerness to change the outcome of his dream a few days ago.

At this moment, she desperately wanted to know why she hadn't managed to avert that calamity in this dream.

She heard a slight rustling sound, and then one side of the bed sank slightly as she shifted to her side.

In the darkness, the man's gentle and calm gaze fell upon her, and he softly stroked her hair.

They don't need to say anything; they understand what's being conveyed through each other's eyes.

She snuggled into his arms.

He naturally pulled her close, resting his chin on the top of her head.

And so, I slept soundly until dawn.

When they woke up the next day, they were still in the same position, and neither of them left first.

They didn't mention anything about the dream to their family while eating breakfast, as if nothing had happened the past few nights.

Jiang Yueming's eyes darted back and forth: "Tsk tsk tsk, I heard your bedrooms have been combined? When are you officially getting your marriage certificate?"

when!

Everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks in unison, their eyes focused.

Song Qingge ate her meal with gusto.

If you don't know how to answer a question, just pretend you didn't hear it: "Hey, the congee is cooked so soft and sticky today, it's really delicious."

"Yeah, I think so too," Jiang Zhou agreed.

He then picked up a fried egg and handed it to the girl, saying, "The eggs are fried really well today, you should try them."

Song Qingge took a bite, crunchy and delicious: "Not bad, not bad, a foodie's dream." She hummed a little tune as she ate.

"You two aren't going to change the subject. Tell us the truth: did you secretly get your marriage certificate behind our backs?!"

Lin Jinhua and Jiang Yueming joined forces: "Quickly confess the truth!"

Grandma Jiang put on her reading glasses: "I want to see if you're lying."

Faced with the wide-eyed stares of the whole family, Jiang Zhou chuckled helplessly, "We're not thieves, why would we secretly get our marriage certificate? Alright, we have a plan."

Just as Jiang Yueming was determined to get to the bottom of things, Jiang Yang interrupted her.

"Uncle Li, turn the TV volume up!"

Their questions were immediately drowned out by the sound of the morning news broadcast:

The long-established and wealthy Pu family was raided this morning, and their manor is currently sealed off; however, the owner's whereabouts remain unknown...

Song Qingge frowned.

Whereabouts unknown...

Last night's dream flashed through my mind.

The man in black who was leading the group looked exactly like Pu Shengwei, both in his physique and in his elegant stabbing movements.

Is it...

The reason for the change is here.

As she solves the difficulties that arise in her life, her dreams change accordingly.

The stationery factory villagers' riot, the farce at the Taoist temple, and yesterday's breakdown of the city's surveillance system... every time one problem is solved, a new one arises.

Jiang Zhou's actions, such as changing the venue of the party and replacing the construction company, were also updating the timing and appearance of his impending doom.

Last night's near-death experience turned into a masked stabbing by Pu Shengwei, who was wanted nationwide.

After breakfast, Jiang Zhou went to meet the bodyguard team in person. The security was normal before, but after last night's dream, he couldn't gamble, no matter what would happen next.

What if I dream tonight that I'll be stabbed and turned into Qingge?

He dared not gamble.

The only option is to strengthen security.

If, in the dream, the other party appears to have no more than twenty people, then he should triple that number.

Although the bodyguard captain didn't know what was about to happen, based on his many years of experience following Master Jiang, he knew that unless something major was about to happen, Master Jiang wouldn't urgently increase manpower.

"Master Jiang, the bodyguard team of one hundred members is at your command."

They came together from all corners of the country, without parents, brothers, sisters, or any relatives.

Since they got the bodyguard team and were supported by Master Jiang, they have had jobs, friends, and even family.

The bodyguards stood in rows, arms around each other's shoulders, their eyes piercing.

They shouted in unison, "Master Jiang, let's attack together!"