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

Tang Zhishan's gentle eyebrows and eyes paused slightly.

She looked at her son with surprise.

His whites were bloodshot.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject: "As people get older, they need less sleep. You brat, why are you suddenly concerned about your old man?"

"I'm very filial, and besides, isn't it only right to care for my father?"

As Tang Chengze spoke, he felt a pang of guilt.

"You should put your energy into more important things. You've been hanging out with Jiang Zhou for so long, but you haven't learned a thing about his composure. All you do is chase girls, drink, and organize parties."

"Dad, I'm serious about this this time." Tang Chengze gave his father a push with practiced ease.

The father and son joked around as usual, just like friends.

After breakfast, just as Tang Chengze was about to go upstairs for a nap, he saw his father, who had gotten up from the dining table, stumble back a few steps.

"Dad!" He rushed over and caught it.

With anxious concern, he asked, "Dad, what's wrong? Are you dizzy?"

Only upon closer inspection could one notice the faint dark circles under my father's eyes.

He knew that his father had always slept very well, and that he had inherited his father's sleep habits.

I go to bed at 10 p.m. and wake up at 6 a.m., and my sleep schedule, diet, and exercise are all normal, so it's impossible for me to have dark circles under my eyes.

"Were you lying to me just now? Have you been having nightmares lately?" He asked tentatively as he helped his father sit down in a chair.

To be honest, he didn't want to hear a positive answer.

Tang Zhishan's smooth eyebrows suddenly furrowed, his eyes wide with surprise: "How did you know?"

really.

Tang Chengze breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qingge was right after all.

He sat down on the chair next to him, casually took out a talisman from his pocket, and handed it to his father: "Here, you know Jiang Zhou's new wife, right? She's the one that's been making headlines in the industry. I had nightmares for the past two weeks, so I consulted her fortune teller. After she gave me this talisman, I stopped having nightmares altogether."

"They say it's called something like 'An' or 'Shen' talisman.' Dad, let me take you to the Jiang family to buy one from her."

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhishan's eyes darted around unnaturally, then widened in surprise.

She jumped up from her chair instantly and refused sternly: "No, it's not necessary. I've just been under a lot of pressure at work lately and haven't been sleeping well. There's no need to waste those tens of thousands of yuan."

The cost of tens of thousands of yuan is a small matter; what's worse is if the Jiang family sees his dream...

He shook his head, brushing away that terrifying face, and frowned in resistance: "Take it carefully, and try not to go to her again."

He walked a few steps away from the dining table, then turned back specifically to solemnly instruct, "Don't tell Jiang Zhou about this, no, don't mention it to anyone in the Jiang family, including Jiang Zhou's wife."

Tang Chengze rested his chin on his hand in confusion.

It's just buying a talisman, is it really that serious?

Without much thought, he agreed.

However, this concession led to increasingly serious consequences.

He deeply regretted not persisting at that moment; he should have dragged his father away to visit Master Song, even if it meant arresting him!

……

Inside Lin Jinhua's room at the Jiang family residence.

She was using a sewing machine to gently alter an exquisite ink-wash style cheongsam.

Jiang Yueyao sat to the side, idly complaining, "Ugh, I really don't want to attend those brand business dinners. They're so annoying, especially Xu Ying. Her mouth is just so nasty."

Her hobby is investing in TV series and movies, and casting her favorite actors as couples for her to watch.

It was basically just about shipping couples on the spot.

Three years ago, she starred in a hit drama series right after entering the industry. The drama made the on-screen couple popular, and she went on to produce two sequels, providing after-sales support.

(Actually, it's just that she likes to ship them...)

In the following two years, every drama she invested in became a hit. Her secret was to choose the actors herself and ship the couples she wanted to ship.

As a result, in the last three months, she and the most promising drama in the industry have flopped badly, losing everything.

Not only that, but every male actor she had worked with in a drama series before had their careers collapse within three months.

She is known as an unconventional "beacon" in the industry.

It is also called "the lamp of the dead".

No male actor dared to appear in her dramas anymore.

Xu Ying is another investor and producer. Her dramas often clash with hers in terms of release schedule and are suppressed by her.

The newly released drama is a huge hit, and people are desperately trying to show off by getting close to her face; it's just plain shameless.

He wouldn't give up until he angered her.

But she's so straightforward that she just can't help herself.

Lin Jinhua turned the clothes over and, while skillfully operating the sewing machine, comforted her, "If you don't want to go, then don't go. We don't rely on GG Entertainment to invest in dramas. Recently, Xiao Zhou's project with the He family has been gaining momentum, and the Wenming Village project has received government subsidies. Our luck has turned around, we have money."

Due to the economic downturn, many TV dramas have not received investment from producers, and production teams are scrambling to find investors.

They don't need to; they have money, they can drive whatever they want.

"That's what they say, but if I don't go, won't that play right into Xu Ying's hands? I wonder what she'll say about me next time we meet."

The sewing machine stopped clicking, and Lin Jinhua finished repairing the cheongsam, hung it up, and began ironing.

On a sudden inspiration, she suggested to Jiang Yueyao, "Why don't you go ask Qingge? She gave me a lucky charm before, and after that day, I won at mahjong for half a month straight. And every stock I bought went up." She couldn't stop smiling.

On the day of the Zhou family funeral, the news that Qingge had severed ties with her scumbag father spread throughout the wealthy social circles.

Some people criticized Song Chengming for being immoral and climbing over the original wife to get ahead, but most people thought it was normal.

The elite circles are all about fame and fortune; nothing is new there.

For them, this kind of thing isn't even considered gossip to talk about over tea.

But she couldn't bear to see Qingge so pitiful, a little child abandoned by her father to grow up in the countryside; just thinking about it made her heart ache.

Moreover, she is a mother herself, and she can't imagine how heartbroken Qingge's mother would be if she saw her daughter being treated like this.

Although the Jiang family is not doing well for the time being, things are slowly improving. Unlike other wealthy families, their family members are harmonious and there is no infighting.

She hopes that Qingge can truly integrate into the family and treat them as family, and she also hopes that everyone can treat Qingge as a true member of the family.

They then tried to bring them together.

Jiang Yueyao hesitated for a long time: "Let's forget it. This is a small matter for me. It's not worth spending money to ask my third nephew's wife to take a look."

It wasn't that she didn't believe him; she had personally witnessed Song Qingge deal with those thugs at the funeral that day, and she believed that Song Qingge was capable.

But we're not familiar with each other yet, and maybe I'll make it all back in the next drama...

As I thought about it, my right eyelid twitched, and a sense of unease welled up inside me.

She ignored them all.

The cheongsam was ironed, and after trying it on, it fit perfectly. She then prepared to go out.

Lin Jinhua was unwilling to give up and suggested again, "Why don't you bring Qingge along? She can read faces and see if Xu Ying's next drama can be a hit. If not, you can give her a good scolding."

She threw out the bait.

It struck right at Jiang Yueyao's vital point.

"Song Qingge really could tell?"

"Of course." Lin Jinhua took Jiang Yueyao's hand and went downstairs to knock on Song Qingge's door.

Song Qingge, who was recovering her spiritual power in her room, opened the door while still in her pajamas.

"Sister Jinhua?" Song Qingge was a little surprised to see her sister-in-law and greeted her.

Apart from Lin Jinhua, she wasn't very familiar with the other members of the Jiang family, nor had she ever thought of getting to know them.

Since I'll be leaving in less than a year, it's best not to develop feelings for him.

Without feelings, you can leave decisively.

However, she still couldn't resist the temptation of money. Her sister-in-law offered her two million to do something, just to have her read someone's face.

She agreed without hesitation.

So, looking so radiant, she put on the modern yet traditional cheongsam that Sister Jinhua had designed for her and followed her aunt to the event.

Before the person could even react, they heard a sarcastic remark.

"Hey, isn't this Jiang Yueyao, the industry's jinx who just had a flop drama and whose male lead career was completely ruined?"