CHAPTER 182: CHAPTER 182: FORTUNE-TELLING 5_1

Moreover, he had a past criminal record. He had once contracted a disease that required multiple laser treatments and cryotherapy at the hospital before it was brought under control.

These past troubles annoyed him, but he reasoned that what’s life without a bit of fun in his autumn years? He was a wealthy man of his age, still active, who no longer cared much about food and clothing. He had seen all there was to see, and his only interest now was "cuddling with the younger generation." So, he had laid low for a few days. But as soon as he video chatted with Yan Xixi, he found her far more beautiful than any woman he had ever encountered. How could he resist? So, emboldened by lust, he once again dared to venture out and try his luck.

The blind man brushed his sparse goatee, pinched his fingers for a calculation, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Liang Sheng grew desperate and chased after him, "Master, help me."

The blind man didn’t respond and kept walking swiftly.

He clung tightly to the blind man’s hand, "I beg you, Master."

"Boss, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. It’s that I can’t earn your money... I won’t take your money!"

The more theatrically the blind man acted, the more panic-stricken Liang Sheng became. Normally, if a fortune-teller performed a reading and then refused payment, it meant your luck was so rotten that even the gods couldn’t save you.

He held onto the blind man tightly, his voice trembling, "Master, you must show me a way."

Finally, the blind man let out a deep sigh, his voice dropping very low, "I don’t know if I’ll be punished by Heaven for revealing its secrets. Alas, because we’ve revealed too much, we’ve been punished with blindness. If this continues... forget it, forget it. Let’s just consider this a good deed..."

He leaned in and whispered a few things into Liang Sheng’s ear. Liang Sheng listened with a look of utter astonishment, nodding all the while.

Looking down from the window of the hotel restaurant, Yan Xixi could observe the street outside the Taoist temple. The wintry ginkgo trees had already lost all their leaves, standing stark and desolate.

The waiter approached, very attentive, "Miss, may we serve the dishes now?"

She smiled, "No hurry. Please move me to a small private room inside."

"Alright. Please wait a moment."

She leisurely played with her phone when another message flashed across the screen: "My lovely Miss, what are you up to?"

"Guess?"

"Working? Daydreaming? Or having lunch with your tall, rich, and handsome guy?"

"Wrong. I’m about to have lunch with a tubby tycoon."

"Given up the tall, rich, and handsome for the tubby tycoon?"

"HEHE, for the money."

"Be careful not to try to steal a chicken only to lose the rice."

"No worries. I brought plenty of rice. By the way, have you recovered from your illness yet? HAHA, I forgot what you were suffering from. Leukemia? Stomach cancer? Lung cancer? Oh, look at my memory! Now I remember, you have AIDS... yes, incurable... Poor thing. Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up your sad circumstances..."

"Miss, in that case, could you grant this sick man a request?"

"What request?"

"If we ever get the chance to meet, could you give me a hug and a kiss?"

A shiver of revulsion ran down her spine. Those innocent children and housewives who were infected certainly deserved sympathy and aid, but this guy had clearly caught his disease from philandering.

"I’m lily-livered. Such noble acts are best left for those charity ambassadors. I don’t have much sympathy to spare. Sir, you should know, when you were out having your fun, no one forced you at gunpoint. Now that you’re ill, you shouldn’t expect everyone to be merciful and forgiving, as if they owe you something... Even if they feign sympathy, it’s only because they fear you might retaliate against society..."

"Miss, you are truly vicious and heartless..."

Just then, footsteps sounded. Yan Xixi hurriedly replied, "The tubby tycoon is here. No more time to chat."

"Hey, Miss, just make sure you don’t try to steal a chicken only to lose the rice..."

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