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

The Tang family banquet is about to begin.

In the backyard grove, a man and a woman gaze at each other through the trees, looking left and right.

Only after confirming that no one was around did he cautiously approach the other party.

The boy was none other than Xie Qi, who had just been discharged from the hospital.

His wolf-like eyes scanned the surroundings, and the bright smile on his face had vanished.

Seeing Xie Qi's sling arm, the girl's heart ached, and she carefully reached out to gently stroke it.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

A cold wind blew across the winter evening, ruffling the girl's long, curly brown hair.

Crystal hair clips in the hair.

It gleamed silver under the headlights at the intersection.

Xie Qi brushed it off: "It doesn't hurt. The things I gave you before, are they with the Tang family?"

"Okay, don't worry." The girl looked up at the boy, her eyes sparkling.

Xie Qi looked away and surveyed his surroundings.

After confirming that no one was coming, they continued to inquire: "Has it worked? Have any members of the Tang family mentioned having nightmares lately?"

The girl nodded emphatically, her voice rising at the end: "Yes! The Tang father and son both had nightmares, but..." She paused for a moment halfway through her sentence.

"What's wrong? Did that thing fail?" Xie Qi frowned. "It shouldn't be. When I bought it, the master said that as long as it wasn't destroyed, it would remain effective indefinitely."

Coincidentally, after his mother passed away, he became depressed.

He drank heavily and became intoxicated over a long period of time.

I can't sleep at all if I'm not drunk at night.

So he often went to a nearby snack shop to buy alcohol late at night. By chance, he discovered that the young clerk who used to work there had been replaced by a middle-aged man.

The man actually revealed his family information and even allowed him to meet his deceased mother.

To be precise, it is the spirit of the mother left behind in the world.

The items were left at the Tang family's place to be retrieved; they were purchased from a master.

The girl was extremely disgusted: "You know that the wife the Jiang family patriarch married recently is a sorceress, right? I think her name is Song... yes, Song Qingge! I don't know when she got close to Tang Chengze, but she gave her some kind of talisman, and ever since then, Tang Zhishan has been having nightmares."

Upon hearing the familiar name, a ruthless glint flashed in Xie Qi's sinister wolf-like eyes.

"It's her again!"

"Do you know her?"

The girl immediately became alert, and jealousy welled up in her eyes.

Xie Qi didn't say anything more about Song Qingge, only instructing the girl: "Find a way to get rid of Tang Chengze's talisman. You should go back now, otherwise if the Tang family finds out, we'll all be in deep trouble." After saying that, he strode away.

The girl waved goodbye to the boy's retreating figure with lingering reluctance. It took her a long time to recover her disappointed look before turning around and going back through the small back gate of the Tang family's old house.

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As night fell, it was the most lively night the Tang family had experienced in over a decade.

Guests arrived in an endless stream.

Stepping into the old Tang family residence with its simple and rustic decor, one can't help but sigh, "The last time I came here was more than ten years ago."

"Yes, it's been a long time since I've been here either."

"I heard the Jiang family is on the invitation list this time? Unbelievable!"

"Everyone in the industry is shocked! The Tang family's party was optional, but the Jiang family is there too, so of course they'd come to watch the drama unfold!"

People nearby overheard the conversation and eagerly joined in.

"What do you mean? The Tang family and the Jiang family have a conflict?"

"Of course! It's like the story of the 'white moonlight' and her suitors from a melodramatic CEO romance novel—it's absolutely thrilling!"

Several men huddled together, each passionately recounting the version they had heard, when someone called out.

"The Jiang family has arrived!"

In an instant, all sound in the Tang family's main hall ceased, and all eyes turned to the Jiang family.

Jiang Yueming raised her hand to cover half of her face and walked behind her tall and imposing third nephew.

They were afraid of being seen.

She gritted her teeth and muttered to Lin Jinhua, "Seriously, I told her I wasn't coming, but she still dragged me here. It's so embarrassing. I'd rather have gone to driving practice."

She'd rather drive all night at the practice range than attend the Tang family's party.

I really don't understand what her mother was thinking, that she actually attended in person.

The guests were stunned to see the powerful old lady of the Jiang family surrounded by the Jiang family members.

"My goodness, Grandma Jiang actually came too! This is really important!"

You should know that ever since Mr. Jiang passed away, and the Jiang family has been completely handed over to Jiang Zhou to manage, Mrs. Jiang has been spending her time drinking tea, walking her birds, or going to temples to pray for blessings.

They generally do not attend social gatherings, banquets, or other large events within the entertainment industry.

This is the first time in two years.

Song Qingge took Jiang Zhou's arm.

When attending important occasions, they still present themselves as a married couple, so they naturally need to act as a loving newlywed couple.

Those who had personally witnessed the Zhou family funeral dared not underestimate Song Qingge, while others who had only heard rumors about her did not take her seriously.

The little witch doctor's tricks are nothing but charlatanry.

Suddenly, the sound of steady footsteps echoed through the silent main hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

My breath caught in my throat.

The Tang couple waved and came out with smiles on their faces.

After briefly greeting the guests, he walked straight toward the Jiang family.

"A meeting of the century!"

Why am I so excited?

"I'm so nervous, so nervous! Hopefully a fight won't break out!"

"If a fight breaks out, I'll side with the Tang family. Right now, the Jiang family is nothing."

"Even a fool would side with the Tang family."

"It's a pity Jiang Zhou's parents aren't here, otherwise the scene would have been even more interesting!"

The whispers of the guests did not reach the ears of the two families. Tang Zhishan, with his wife, stood in front of Old Mrs. Jiang.

He asked with concern, "Madam Jiang, how have you been lately? I heard you've been staying at the temple quite often. I hope you're in good health."

"I'm fine, hahaha." The old lady smiled, her eyes crinkling, full of energy.

He has better physical strength than even young people.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Tang Zhishan knew he couldn't escape the situation, so he nodded to Jiang Zhou, who was standing next to Old Madam Jiang.

He opened his mouth, paused for two seconds, and then asked, "How are your parents?"

"Of course." Jiang Zhou's deep voice was cold and gloomy.

Calm and unemotional, it sounds polite yet distant.

Given their relationship, it's impossible to treat it as if it never happened.

Song Qingge quietly let Jiang Zhou hold her hand, her cool eyes silently observing Tang Zhishan.

His eyes were dark and bluish, he was forcing himself to stay alert, the whites of his eyes were yellowish, and there were obvious red blood vessels.

The facial features suggest a typical case of sleep deprivation and poor sleep quality.

Noticing the gaze, Tang Zhishan looked him up and down.

This should be Song Qingge, whom Chengze has mentioned many times, and Jiang Zhou's wife.

The little fortune teller is a hot topic in the industry recently.

He knew exactly what Chengze's intention in inviting the Jiang family was to let this little girl meet him.

It's a pity that a young girl in her early twenties can't possibly understand much about metaphysics.

They can only fool young guys like Chengze.

There's no way you can fool him.

"You're Xiao Zhou's girl?" Tang Zhishan crossed his hands, letting them fall freely in front of him. "I heard you told Cheng Ze's fortune. It's quite surprising that someone so young can understand these things, haha."

When he smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes layered together.

Song Qingge understood the implication in the words: they didn't believe in her abilities.

"Mr. Tang, how about you make a bet with me?"

"Oh?" Tang Zhishan's interest was piqued. "What are we betting on?"