Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 86 Palm Reading

Hazel blinked, then exclaimed in surprise, "We can even act it out in advance?"

"right."

An Ruowang nodded: "For example, if you're currently a Sequence 9 Thief, you can casually play the role of a con artist while you're playing the role of a thief. When you truly advance to the level of a con artist, digesting this knowledge will be much easier."

After listening, Hazel realized that the above content was the experience of someone who had been there, not something that could be figured out by oneself.

If no one had told her, she might not have realized that this was a possible way to play until she actually encountered these problems, or she might have regretted it deeply, or she might have died without even knowing how she died.

Thinking about it this way, those few "brother" calls I made just now... don't seem like a loss after all? You could even say I made a killing.

Although she made a profit, Hazel didn't think it was because she was smart and Anruowang was too stupid.

He was good to her, and of course she knew it.

But it was precisely because she had figured these things out that Hazel was at a loss, unsure of how to repay the other party's kindness.

She suddenly realized that her rudeness just now seemed a bit excessive.

Hazel raised her head and looked at An Ruowang. Her deep brown eyes held less of their spoiled nature and more of seriousness and tenderness: "—Thank you. I will find a way to repay you if you need anything—"

An Ruowang chuckled as she looked at her suddenly serious expression: "Don't be silly."

If you suddenly become so polite, I don't know what to say.

"The you who was angry, shy, and called me 'brother' was cuter."

That's what she said, but seeing Hazel like this, An Ruowang still felt more at ease.

Everyone likes grateful people and hates ungrateful people, right?

Those who mistake others' kindness for fear of them or submission to them do not deserve kindness in return.

Although Hazel was initially arrogant and stubborn, once she understood things, she would sincerely express her gratitude and think about giving back, which made her far better than those who only knew how to take and not how to give back.

Hazel couldn't help but ask, "So you don't want anything at all?"

An Ruowang said nonchalantly, "It's alright, it's good that you have the intention."

"You—" She opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but didn't know how to ask.

Damn, I'm a little angry.

I'm giving you a way out, why won't you take it?

You casually make a request, and I just casually agree, don't I?

Where did your cleverness go, where you only spoke when you made me call you "brother"?

An Ruowang smiled as she looked at her hesitant expression. "What, do you only feel at ease if I want something from you?"

Hazel pursed her lips, not denying it.

Hmph, isn't it just because you took a liking to me, fell in love with me at first sight, and started treating me well and trying to pursue me?

If it's someone she doesn't like, no matter how good they are to her, she won't waver in the slightest, and might even find it annoying.

The young gentlemen who surrounded her all maintained the most proper demeanor and spoke the most pleasing words, but they couldn't hide the intentions in their eyes. They were either after her face or her father's power.

She had long since learned to use that arrogant mask to keep those people at a safe distance.

She had known for a long time that, apart from her parents, no one would be kind to her for no reason.

If so, then the kindness that person showed her must be repaid tenfold in the future—Hayr learned this from the words and deeds of her father, Congressman Macht.

In politics, personal relationships are cultivated; in business, relationships are built on give and take, with each party getting what they need.

But if someone she likes treats her well, Hazel feels happy, but also indebted and wants to be good to him.

The first meeting is a tacit agreement, but marriage is not possible; that's how it is.

But why won't this person speak?

Wow, we can't expect her to take the initiative, can we?

How could Hazel possibly accept that?

This is the conservative Ruen.

If a noble lady were to ask for that thing herself, what would people think of her?

Hazel bit her lower lip, feeling anxious and angry, but unsure of what to say.

Looking at her shy, angry, and hesitant expression, An Ruowang's keen spiritual intuition told him instinctively what Hazel was thinking at that moment.

However, he pretended not to know and did not grant her wish.

He just smiled and waved his hand: "You call me brother, so it's only right that I treat you well."

Hazel narrowed her eyes, somewhat suspiciously: "Did you do this on purpose?"

It really is.

"That----"

An Ruowang thought for a moment, her gaze falling on her hands resting on the table, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck her: "Why don't I just do a divination for you?"

Hazel paused for a moment, "Divination?"

How did we suddenly get onto this topic?

An Ruowang pointed to her hand and asked calmly, "Have you ever heard of palmistry?"

Hazel blinked and shook her head.

An Ruowang stretched out his hand, palm facing Hai Rou'er, and explained, "Palmistry is a very ancient divination method."

This type of divination involves observing a person's palm, focusing on the palm surface. By examining the size and direction of the lines, the branching symbols, and the different parts of the palm (top, bottom, left, center, and right), one can deduce a person's talents, personality, achievements, ancestral wealth, parents, spouse, children, and their own future development.

Hazel suddenly realized.

Oh, all that babbling and talking, isn't it just about wanting to hold hands?

Hazel's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly, and she deliberately dragged out her words, speaking slowly and meaningfully, "Oh, I see."

As she spoke, she gracefully rolled up her sleeves, revealing a small section of her fair arm, then extended her hand to An Ruowang, saying with a knowing look, "Then please have this 'astrologer' do a fortune telling for me, and read my palm?"

An Ruowang cleared her throat and solemnly accepted the hand offered to her: "Then I shall respectfully accept your offer."

Their hands were clasped together.

His palm naturally cradled the back of her hand, while the fingertips of his other hand gently pressed against her palm.

An Ruowang lowered his head, his gaze falling on her hand, while the pad of his index finger followed his gaze, moving and caressing her hand wantonly.

He first compared the sizes and found that Hazel's hands were a little smaller than his; he could roughly wrap his small hands around them.

Then, he began to appreciate and savor it carefully.

Hazel's hands looked fair and slender, but they didn't feel thin to the touch.

On the contrary, her hands were soft and fleshy, with skin as delicate as fine silk, gleaming softly in the afternoon sunlight.

Her five fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints that were not bony, and the tips of her fingers had a faint pink hue. Her nails were neatly trimmed and had a healthy sheen.

An Ruowang's gaze fell on the various lines on Hazel's palm.

Since the divination was supposed to be an excuse for holding hands, An Ruowang didn't mind actually doing a divination for Hazel.

This is called creating a romantic atmosphere, and it's also a way to save face for both of them.

How do you say "名正言顺" (míng zhèng yán shùn)? It means "justified and proper."

If word got out, it would be that he performed divination for Hazel, not that they held hands and touched each other.