MHMWTTSBATUAS 438: Heavy Resentment, Empty Desires
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Chapter 438: Heavy Resentment, Empty Desires
Qin Ruan walked behind the stall and sat on a tall stool, running her hand across the clean tabletop, with a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.
Today was her first day setting up a stall, hoping for some auspicious energy to come her way.
Song Banxian sat back in front of the stall and said to Qin Ruan beside him, "Qin, did you see that couple just now? Their destined relationship is doomed, and they won't be able to be together."
Without lifting her head, Qin Ruan casually replied, "I saw them. Your business won't suffer because of it."
Song Banxian looked puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"
Qin Ruan looked up and pointed to a boy who was running through the crowd towards them. "Take a look over there. Business is coming to you."
The boy arrived panting, holding his phone up to scan the QR code on Song Banxian's stall, swiftly making a payment of three hundred yuan.
Sweat droplets formed on his forehead as he urgently asked, "Master, do you think my relationship with my girlfriend is going well? Will we get married?"
Song Banxian was stunned by the boy's actions.
This kid was really persistent.
He clicked his tongue and looked at the boy with a difficult expression.
It was evident that he and the girl from earlier couldn't be together, and forcing them together would not yield good results.
Seeing the hopeful look on the boy's face, Song Banxian didn't know how to respond.
After a while, he sighed and said, "Fate is indeed important, but don't force marriage."
The boy, whose face immediately fell upon hearing those words, asked disheartenedly, "Is there really no chance at all?"
Song Banxian could tell that he had feelings for his girlfriend and spoke up, saying, "Young man, tell me your birth details."
The boy immediately shared his birth details with him.
After listening, Song Banxian's expression turned unpleasant, and he straightforwardly said, "You two are destined to be apart."
The boy sat dejectedly at the stall, muttering to himself, "But we were about to get married."
Qin Ruan was intrigued by his sadness, her eyebrows raised as she assessed him from top to bottom.
"An arranged marriage?"
She uttered a surprising statement.
Both Song Banxian and the boy turned to look at Qin Ruan.
One with a bewildered expression and the other with a look of shock.
Qin Ruan took off her cap, revealing her youthful and slightly charming face.
The boy was amazed and stuttered, "How...how did you know?"
When he and his girlfriend had arrived earlier, he didn't see Qin Ruan.
Returning again and having their situation exposed by her words, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence.
Qin Ruan smiled and said, "You're still so young, getting married early might not lead to a stable marriage, which can hinder your future career development. If you genuinely like that girl, then go ahead and marry her. However, if your marriage lacks mutual understanding, trust, and tolerance, it will be like a broken mirror that can never be repaired to its original state."
The boy gently bit his lip and tightened the hand on his lap. "I want to marry her, I don't want to let her down."
He is a responsible young man.
Qin Ruan smiled, her smile gentle. "Then you should be more tolerant of her in the future. Your girlfriend might be a bit stubborn, but she's loyal when it comes to marriage. Fate is a delicate thing. Trust in yourself rather than in it. The future may bring about changes."
Suddenly, an unrestrained angry voice erupted from the crowd.
She shouted the boy's name from the stall in front of her. "Why are you back again? We've already said that all of this is a lie. Why won't you believe it?"
The girl ran to the boy's side, pulling his arm and dragging him away.
"I just wanted to ask what you'd like to eat later... Don't be angry," he said.
As the two of them moved further away, the sound of the boy's gentle and soothing voice to the girl reached their ears.
Perhaps they truly have a destined connection, but the present moment is a cherished memory they will never forget.
Song Banxian watched them disappear into the crowd and shook his head lightly. "Friend Qin, these two clearly have a destined connection. Why give him false hope?"
Qin Ruan's tone was calm and indifferent. "It's not false hope. It's the destiny they've cultivated in this lifetime, the path they must walk."
Song Banxian said, "If the boy truly marries his girlfriend, they will eventually divorce. He will have a second marriage in the future. Their connection is too shallow."
Qin Ruan's voice remained calm and serene. "Shallow connections don't mean they can't be together."
She had seen more than Song Banxian in the relationships of young couples.
The girl had no chance of accompanying the boy throughout his life; her lifespan was too short.
Even if their connection was brief, as long as they truly loved each other, why should they care about first or second marriages in the future?
Noticing the vibration in her pocket, Qin Ruan took out her phone.
Someone had made a comment in the "North Heavenly Emperor" WeChat group.
Just then, another person approached Song Banxian's stall. It was a young man dressed in a hip-hop style.
Before he could speak to Song Banxian, someone pushed him away by grabbing his collar from behind.
"Step aside! A brat like you coming here to tell fortunes? Go back to your mommy and drink milk!"
The guy with dyed yellow hair pushed the hip-hop guy aside, wiped the chair with his sleeve, and respectfully gestured to the middle-aged man who approached them, "Boss, please have a seat!"
The middle-aged man, wearing a dark suit with a bag tucked under his arm, gave off a sense of incongruity as he sat in front of Song Banxian.
Two bulky men wearing sunglasses stood behind him, while the guy with yellow hair stood to the side, nodding and bowing to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man ran his hand through his greasy hair and revealed the gold-inlaid jade ring on his finger. He also wore a conspicuous gold watch on his wrist and a thick gold chain around his neck.
No wonder there was a sense of incongruity; his suit and the items he wore were too peculiar.
The middle-aged man looked arrogantly at Song Banxian and said, "Old man, I heard you're quite good at this. Tell me about my recent fortune."
These people clearly didn't look like decent individuals, especially the man in front of him exuding a scent of blood.
Song Banxian was not intimidated by their menacing presence. He calmly looked into the middle-aged man's face with his wise eyes.
He picked up a bamboo tube from the side and shook it, then handed it to the man. "Sir, please draw a bamboo stick."
The middle-aged man reached out his hand, wearing the gold watch, and randomly drew a bamboo stick from the tube.
When he looked at it, his face couldn't help but change.
The guy with yellow hair, standing next to him, leaned closer and saw that it was an unfavorable fortune. He raised his hand to strike at Song Banxian.
"Wait!" the middle-aged man called to a stop.
He slapped the divination stick in his hand onto the table and stared fiercely at Song Banxian. "Old man, can this divination answer my question?"
Song Banxian calmly picked up the divination stick from the table and put it back into the bamboo tube.
"It depends on what aspect you're asking about," Song Banxian replied calmly.
The middle-aged man looked at Song Banxian suspiciously and sneered, "You don't even know my birthdate, how can you figure out what I'm seeking?"
Song Banxian remained composed and calm. "Why not give it a try?"
The man's face darkened, and he snorted, "Then calculate my overall luck for this year."
Song Banxian shook his head gently. "Sir, your aura is too negative. It will backfire on you in the long run, and your desires will all be in vain."
"Damn it! Old man, are you looking to die?"
Huang Mao stepped forward, and grabbed Song Banxian's robe collar, and raised his fist, ready to strike.
Song Banxian's gaze turned to the middle-aged man, his voice calm and composed. "Sir, today you have been deceived. Perhaps it's not a bad thing. If you have thoughts of retreat, it's better to cut off cleanly and decisively."
Huang Mao's fist was only a few centimeters away from Song Banxian's face.
"Hold on!!!"
The middle-aged man called for a halt once again, and this time, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.
He spoke urgently, "Master, what did you mean by your previous words?"
From addressing him as an old man to respectfully calling him master, this person's change of attitude was swift and without any sense of inconsistency.
Qin Ruan walked behind the stall and sat on a tall stool, running her hand across the clean tabletop, with a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.
Today was her first day setting up a stall, hoping for some auspicious energy to come her way.
Song Banxian sat back in front of the stall and said to Qin Ruan beside him, "Qin, did you see that couple just now? Their destined relationship is doomed, and they won't be able to be together."
Without lifting her head, Qin Ruan casually replied, "I saw them. Your business won't suffer because of it."
Song Banxian looked puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"
Qin Ruan looked up and pointed to a boy who was running through the crowd towards them. "Take a look over there. Business is coming to you."
The boy arrived panting, holding his phone up to scan the QR code on Song Banxian's stall, swiftly making a payment of three hundred yuan.
Sweat droplets formed on his forehead as he urgently asked, "Master, do you think my relationship with my girlfriend is going well? Will we get married?"
Song Banxian was stunned by the boy's actions.
This kid was really persistent.
He clicked his tongue and looked at the boy with a difficult expression.
It was evident that he and the girl from earlier couldn't be together, and forcing them together would not yield good results.
Seeing the hopeful look on the boy's face, Song Banxian didn't know how to respond.
After a while, he sighed and said, "Fate is indeed important, but don't force marriage."
The boy, whose face immediately fell upon hearing those words, asked disheartenedly, "Is there really no chance at all?"
Song Banxian could tell that he had feelings for his girlfriend and spoke up, saying, "Young man, tell me your birth details."
The boy immediately shared his birth details with him.
After listening, Song Banxian's expression turned unpleasant, and he straightforwardly said, "You two are destined to be apart."
The boy sat dejectedly at the stall, muttering to himself, "But we were about to get married."
Qin Ruan was intrigued by his sadness, her eyebrows raised as she assessed him from top to bottom.
"An arranged marriage?"
She uttered a surprising statement.
Both Song Banxian and the boy turned to look at Qin Ruan.
One with a bewildered expression and the other with a look of shock.
Qin Ruan took off her cap, revealing her youthful and slightly charming face.
The boy was amazed and stuttered, "How...how did you know?"
When he and his girlfriend had arrived earlier, he didn't see Qin Ruan.
Returning again and having their situation exposed by her words, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence.
Qin Ruan smiled and said, "You're still so young, getting married early might not lead to a stable marriage, which can hinder your future career development. If you genuinely like that girl, then go ahead and marry her. However, if your marriage lacks mutual understanding, trust, and tolerance, it will be like a broken mirror that can never be repaired to its original state."
The boy gently bit his lip and tightened the hand on his lap. "I want to marry her, I don't want to let her down."
He is a responsible young man.
Qin Ruan smiled, her smile gentle. "Then you should be more tolerant of her in the future. Your girlfriend might be a bit stubborn, but she's loyal when it comes to marriage. Fate is a delicate thing. Trust in yourself rather than in it. The future may bring about changes."
Suddenly, an unrestrained angry voice erupted from the crowd.
She shouted the boy's name from the stall in front of her. "Why are you back again? We've already said that all of this is a lie. Why won't you believe it?"
The girl ran to the boy's side, pulling his arm and dragging him away.
"I just wanted to ask what you'd like to eat later... Don't be angry," he said.
As the two of them moved further away, the sound of the boy's gentle and soothing voice to the girl reached their ears.
Perhaps they truly have a destined connection, but the present moment is a cherished memory they will never forget.
Song Banxian watched them disappear into the crowd and shook his head lightly. "Friend Qin, these two clearly have a destined connection. Why give him false hope?"
Qin Ruan's tone was calm and indifferent. "It's not false hope. It's the destiny they've cultivated in this lifetime, the path they must walk."
Song Banxian said, "If the boy truly marries his girlfriend, they will eventually divorce. He will have a second marriage in the future. Their connection is too shallow."
Qin Ruan's voice remained calm and serene. "Shallow connections don't mean they can't be together."
She had seen more than Song Banxian in the relationships of young couples.
The girl had no chance of accompanying the boy throughout his life; her lifespan was too short.
Even if their connection was brief, as long as they truly loved each other, why should they care about first or second marriages in the future?
Noticing the vibration in her pocket, Qin Ruan took out her phone.
Someone had made a comment in the "North Heavenly Emperor" WeChat group.
Just then, another person approached Song Banxian's stall. It was a young man dressed in a hip-hop style.
Before he could speak to Song Banxian, someone pushed him away by grabbing his collar from behind.
"Step aside! A brat like you coming here to tell fortunes? Go back to your mommy and drink milk!"
The guy with dyed yellow hair pushed the hip-hop guy aside, wiped the chair with his sleeve, and respectfully gestured to the middle-aged man who approached them, "Boss, please have a seat!"
The middle-aged man, wearing a dark suit with a bag tucked under his arm, gave off a sense of incongruity as he sat in front of Song Banxian.
Two bulky men wearing sunglasses stood behind him, while the guy with yellow hair stood to the side, nodding and bowing to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man ran his hand through his greasy hair and revealed the gold-inlaid jade ring on his finger. He also wore a conspicuous gold watch on his wrist and a thick gold chain around his neck.
No wonder there was a sense of incongruity; his suit and the items he wore were too peculiar.
The middle-aged man looked arrogantly at Song Banxian and said, "Old man, I heard you're quite good at this. Tell me about my recent fortune."
These people clearly didn't look like decent individuals, especially the man in front of him exuding a scent of blood.
Song Banxian was not intimidated by their menacing presence. He calmly looked into the middle-aged man's face with his wise eyes.
He picked up a bamboo tube from the side and shook it, then handed it to the man. "Sir, please draw a bamboo stick."
The middle-aged man reached out his hand, wearing the gold watch, and randomly drew a bamboo stick from the tube.
When he looked at it, his face couldn't help but change.
The guy with yellow hair, standing next to him, leaned closer and saw that it was an unfavorable fortune. He raised his hand to strike at Song Banxian.
"Wait!" the middle-aged man called to a stop.
He slapped the divination stick in his hand onto the table and stared fiercely at Song Banxian. "Old man, can this divination answer my question?"
Song Banxian calmly picked up the divination stick from the table and put it back into the bamboo tube.
"It depends on what aspect you're asking about," Song Banxian replied calmly.
The middle-aged man looked at Song Banxian suspiciously and sneered, "You don't even know my birthdate, how can you figure out what I'm seeking?"
Song Banxian remained composed and calm. "Why not give it a try?"
The man's face darkened, and he snorted, "Then calculate my overall luck for this year."
Song Banxian shook his head gently. "Sir, your aura is too negative. It will backfire on you in the long run, and your desires will all be in vain."
"Damn it! Old man, are you looking to die?"
Huang Mao stepped forward, and grabbed Song Banxian's robe collar, and raised his fist, ready to strike.
Song Banxian's gaze turned to the middle-aged man, his voice calm and composed. "Sir, today you have been deceived. Perhaps it's not a bad thing. If you have thoughts of retreat, it's better to cut off cleanly and decisively."
Huang Mao's fist was only a few centimeters away from Song Banxian's face.
"Hold on!!!"
The middle-aged man called for a halt once again, and this time, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.
He spoke urgently, "Master, what did you mean by your previous words?"
From addressing him as an old man to respectfully calling him master, this person's change of attitude was swift and without any sense of inconsistency.
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▶▶ Master Hou Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall
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