Shenzhou called me that night.

"Ye Xiaoxiao, you've become a female celebrity and even know astrology. Looks like you're making a lot of money, huh?"

"None of your business."

"As the saying goes, a couple's love deepens over time. We've been talking for so long, we should have some feelings, right?" He started playing the emotional card.

"Cut the crap."

I remained unaffected.

However, he said, "You wouldn't want your foul-mouthed behavior to trend, would you?"

"Ah, then thank you for helping me gain fame. Being infamous is still being famous."

Just as I was about to hang up, he hurriedly said, "Don't hang up, I actually have something to ask of you."

These days, asking for help seems more like acting high and mighty.

But I was genuinely curious, so I asked, "What is it?"

"Come to Kitto for dinner tomorrow night. I want to talk face to face."

Alright, who knows what trick he's playing, but I'm not afraid.

After all, I have a bodyguard, Song Huai, who may usually be invisible but will definitely show up when it matters.

The Song Huai family used to specialize in protecting our family in ancient times. After entering modern times, we no longer engage in that line of work, and the Song Huai family moved away from here as well.

After my father went missing some time ago, I took over astrology, and Song Huai returned.

The next evening, I arrived at the restaurant he had arranged.

Of course, I wasn't completely forgiving, I just wanted to see what he wanted, whether he would die quickly or not. If it's not quick, I can help.

As soon as I saw him, he nodded and bowed, pulled out a chair for me, and looked at me obsequiously across the table, saying, "Um, Xiaoxiao, can you take a look at my recent fortune? When will I get rich?"

Although he lives in a villa, it was left to him by his father. After his father's death, the company's performance deteriorated, and he had long become a paper tiger.

I glanced at him, then leaned my head and looked at the starry sky through the glass, a smile appearing on my face.

"You won't get rich in this lifetime."

I wasn't lying because his life was about to end.

"What? Can't you speak properly?"

Seeing that I didn't refute and just looked at him quietly, he became more timid.

"Is there any way? I heard you're very famous in your circle."

"No way."

Then he asked again, "Can you tell me how long I can live?"

I shook my head and pretended to ponder earnestly, even though I had known the answer just now. "Three days."

I gave my answer.

The divine light above his head dimmed, and the Big Dipper flickered, a sign of imminent death.

After I finished speaking, I picked up my bag and was about to leave. Before leaving, I kindly reminded him, "Hurry up and buy a coffin, or else no one will collect your corpse."

Unexpectedly, he got so angry that he threw things to the ground.

"Ye Xiaoxiao, who the hell do you think you are?"

He's burning money! Now he has to pay for it, right?

I left without looking back.