Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 169 - 168: Do You Want to Buy On Credit?

Chapter 169: Chapter 168: Do You Want to Buy On Credit?

Some caring netizens sent barrage comments.

[He can’t afford it, should I pay for him? Let it be my good deed for the day.]

[Yeah, yeah, Little Auntie said she can only calculate three people, and the chance can’t be transferred, so we can help out, Little Auntie, please open the reward channel!]

[Little Auntie’s fortune-telling is very accurate, I suggest you bite the bullet and pay the Divination Money, don’t give up, otherwise, it would be too regrettable.]

[I also think so, the previous two destined ones had issues related to life and death deduced for them, I think you have too.]

The destined one, having read everyone’s barrages, quickly scraped his broken bowl clean of rice and stood up saying, "If I pay the money, that would be the thing related to life and death. Indeed, I only have 888 yuan left in my account, and if I pay it, I’ll be left to the mercy of the northwest winds."

Mianmian, hearing that the destined one didn’t have money, got anxious as well, "Then, what should we do, everyone is right, major trouble is really coming for you, if you don’t do the calculation, then what will happen?"

The destined one set down his bowl and chopsticks, and said indifferently, "Why don’t you just give it a shot? If you can accurately speak of things that happened to me in the past, I’ll pay immediately."

Mianmian was startled, "Are you asking for credit?"

The destined one laughed lightly, his voice quite youthful, "No credit? I don’t think you look like a kid who’s lacking in money. Or is it that your live-streaming background looks so luxurious but it’s all fake? Is it your parents using you as a cash cow?"

While speaking, the destined one squeezed a capful of detergent into his bowl, fished a cloth out of a bucket, and began washing dishes.

Mianmian, hearing the destined one ask her to speak first, fiddled with her fingers.

She was calculating whether she could give the destined one credit in advance.

The answer was yes; Mianmian frowned, "If I tell you in advance and then you don’t pay, you’ll be jinxed, you know."

"That’s fine, you go ahead," the destined one replied nonchalantly, giving the bowl a cursory wash, then went inside to put it in the cupboard, and lay down to look at his mobile phone.

With the destined one’s agreement, Mianmian began to share what she saw, "You, um, you are 18 years old this year. Your mom and dad, mom and dad, died when you were 8 years old. Your uncle and aunt moved into your house claiming they’d take care of you but they always left you starving, without clothes to wear, and never fed your dog which you had raised since a pup; they always beat you and your dog..."

Her voice began to tremble as she got to this point.

A reward of 888 yuan floated across the screen, signifying the destined one believed her upon hearing this much.

But Mianmian couldn’t care less about that; she pouted her small mouth, her eyes filled with a misty haze as she continued the destined one’s story, "The children of your uncle and aunt bullied you, choked you for fun, and your dog, fearing you would die, bit them. Then, then they got very angry, they beat your dog in front of you, roasted it over fire, pricked it with needles, and even skinned it before it was dead, eventually cooking and eating it."

The previous two fortunetellings, with "besties," "boyfriends," and "husbands poisoning and betraying," were something that Mianmian could see and perhaps be upset about, but after all she was just a child and hadn’t experienced such relationships, so she couldn’t empathize deeply.

Now, seeing the dog who protected her good friend being beaten to death, Mianmian thought of herself and Bai Bai; she was both angry and sad, her small fists clenched tight, "They are so bad, how can there be such bad people?"

The destined one, seeing the indignant little girl on the screen, replied from his dilapidated wooden bed to Mianmian, "Yeah, they are pretty bad, what else is there?"

Mianmian continued, "They ate your dog and kicked you out into the rain; you were so angry that you secretly beat your uncle and aunt’s child with a stick, and ran away from home begging and wandering the streets."

"While begging, you encountered human traffickers and were captured but managed to escape with some other kids; then you met a kind elderly man who took you in, and now you’re living in his house."

"Every time you see a dog, your heart hurts; you feed stray dogs but are reluctant to take them in. Yesterday, you went to a person’s house who liked to steal dogs and released all five dogs they had stolen. You’re so amazing!"

As she spoke of the destined one setting free those innocent dogs, Mianmian clenched her fist and waved it, as if she was joining in the action.

Seeing this, the destined one couldn’t help but smile, finding the little anchor adorable and indeed accurate in her predictions, able to speak of his actual past by simply looking at him.

How interesting.

Actually, it was a strange coincidence that he had unexpectedly encountered this live-stream while eating, intending to close the notification but accidentally clicking into it.

The raffle wasn’t something he wanted to take part in either; it was a bird flying overhead that pooped on his phone screen, and while he was cleaning the screen, he inadvertently touched it.

This little fellow says he’s destined? Could his life, muddier than mud, really be fated to meet such a little scamp? Could this be the reason why a bird happened to fly past earlier and poop on his phone?

"I’ve finished talking about your past," Mianmian, seeing that she had said so much without prompting the destined one to speak voluntarily, continued anxiously, "Can you now tell Mianmian what you’d like to calculate? Or should Mianmian keep speaking?"

"Hm, you keep speaking."

"Okay, then Mianmian will continue for you," Mianmian paused, her tone suddenly turned serious, "Because you disrupted the business of that person who made money off dogs, he wants to retaliate. Tonight, when you’re asleep, he’s going to set fire to your house."

"You were asleep at the time, and it was one of the dogs you rescued, a white dog, that rushed into the sea of fire and licked you awake. You managed to escape from your small wooden house, but that dog was hit in the head by a beam and died in front of you."

The destined one’s expression changed.

Upon hearing that those people would retaliate and set his house on fire, he didn’t react at all; but when hearing of a dog dying in order to save him, his composed gaze suddenly shifted.

"A white dog?"

The destined one sat up, stepping out of the wooden hut.

Searching around, he indeed spotted a white dog sitting under a tree, reluctantly noting, "There really is a dog that hasn’t gone home."

Domestic dogs, as long as they’re not tied by a leash by a bad person, can easily return home.

"Why didn’t it go back?"

"It doesn’t have a home either, it’s an abandoned stray dog," Mianmian added as she watched the destined one’s face, "Actually, this dog is the same one that protected you when you were little."

The destined one’s expression changed again.

"What did you say? It’s Maomao?"

"Woof!"

As soon as the destined one called out the name Maomao, the white Labrador that had been hiding behind the tree rushed in front of him, tail wagging happily.

The destined one frowned, his voice not too pleasant, "My Maomao was a black dog, this one is white, they’re not the same at all. Maomao is already dead, how could there be a second Maomao?"