Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1028: Returning to My Mother’s Home 7

Chapter 1028: Chapter 1028: Returning to My Mother’s Home 7

Hearing Guan Cheng’s question, Wang Zhengguo uttered an "oh," hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.

"Just say it, Uncle Grandpa. I’m no child, and I can take it," Guan Cheng said with a light, easy smile on his face.

When he was young, he wandered about with his younger brother, what hardships hadn’t they experienced? The happiness he now enjoyed did not make him forget the past; instead, he remembered it more clearly and cherished everything he had even more.

Guan Yu sat at Feng Qingxue’s table but felt curious about his own fate, "Yeah, Uncle Grandpa, just tell us!"

Pressed by the brothers, Wang Zhengguo coughed twice and said, "The blind fortuneteller said you should have died several years ago. Your life was tough, with no parents, roaming around, enduring all the suffering one can handle, and supposed to die young from hunger and serious illness. But you were lucky to meet a noble person who pulled you back from the brink of death, and since then, your life has been smooth sailing, wealthy and leisurely."

Guan Cheng suddenly looked toward Feng Qingxue.

It was she who pulled Guan Yu back from death’s door. Now that Guan Cheng had learned medicine, he understood even better the peril his brother had been in—it truly was a close call to still be alive.

"Auntie, thank you!" Guan Yu shouted loudly.

The normally shy and handsome boy couldn’t hold back his emotions, his gratitude bringing him to tears.

He would never forget the first glimpse of Feng Qingxue when he woke up, feeling a mother’s tenderness and compassion.

Fubao had been lying on Feng Qingxue’s legs, propping up her chin with her arms, and holding her face in her hands. Hearing this, she turned around and blinked her large eyes, "Brother, Mom didn’t make you new clothes."

Meaning, Mom didn’t make you new clothes, so why are you thanking her.

Guan Yu looked at the only sister in their family, "Auntie didn’t make me new clothes today, but she saved my life!"

"What’s a life? Mom, I want a life too," Fubao whined.

Feng Qingxue tapped her nose with a finger, "Fubao’s ’life’ is Fubao, you are your own life."

Fubao’s mouth opened wide in an ’o’, "I am a life?!"

Ignoring her childish talk, Feng Qingxue asked Wang Zhengguo, "Uncle, where does the blind fortuneteller live? Hearing you talk about him, I’d really like to meet him."

She, who originally didn’t believe in ghosts and spirits, started to waver because of her transmigration and the possession of a space.

Now, learning about a geomancer who told fortunes so accurately, not only predicting the fates of the Lu family’s elders but also pinpointing her as an unpredictable factor in the Lu family’s life and knowing that the birth date on the Mandarin Duck Book was not hers, Feng Qingxue felt uneasy, wanting to know if it would bring any bad consequences.

Wang Zhengguo spread his hands toward her, "The blind man is dead, you can’t see him anymore."

"Dead?" Several voices rose simultaneously.

Lu father, Lu Jiang, Feng Qingxue, Guan Cheng, and several elders at the table asked in unison, then together said, "He just read fortunes a few days ago, how could he have died so suddenly?"

"Yes, dead," Wang Zhengguo affirmed, "When the blind fortuneteller left here, he told me he had disclosed too much of heaven’s secrets in his life, met with the ’five misfortunes and three lacks,’ and having divulged the greatest secret, his life wouldn’t last long. He asked me and Elder Lu, in consideration of clarifying our doubts, to take care of his affairs after his passing. Early the next day, Elder Lu and I hurried over, and sure enough, we found him lying dead in his own room, dressed in funeral clothes, neatly in the coffin he had prepared for himself."