Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 438: Too Much Malice, All Desires Are in Vain

Chapter 438: Chapter 438: Too Much Malice, All Desires Are in Vain

Qin Ruan sat in front of the stall, her hand touching the clean tabletop, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Today was her first day setting up a stall and she hoped that evil qi would descend.

Song Baxian returned to his stall and said to Qin Ruan at his side, "Friend Qin, did you see that young couple just now? Their fate is such that their relationship will not end well."

Qin Ruan didn’t lift her head, her tone casual, "I saw them. You won’t lose this business."

"What do you mean by that?", Song Baxian was puzzled.

Qin Ruan lifted her head and pointed to a boy who was running through the crowd towards them. "Look there. Isn’t business coming our way? "

The boy panting as he ran, hastily scanned a QR code on the counter of Song Baxian’s stall with his phone, paying three hundred yuan in a swift motion.

With sweat dotting his forehead and a desperate urgency in his voice, he asked, "Master, will my relationship with my girlfriend go smoothly? Will we end up married?"

Song Baxian was taken aback by the boy’s earnest behavior.

He seemed excessively persistent.

He clicked his tongue, a troubled expression on his face.

It was clear to him the boy and the girl from before would not end up together and forcing it would have no positive outcome.

Looking at the boy’s expectant expression, Song Baxian was unsure of how to break the news.

After a while, he sighed, "While fate is important, one shouldn’t force a marriage."

The boy who had previously been hopeful now looked crestfallen, "Is there really no possibility at all?"

Song Baxian saw he had genuine feelings for his girlfriend, he said, "Young man, tell me your date of birth."

The boy quickly told him.

After hearing it, Song Baxian’s expression turned grave, he said frankly, "You and her are destined to cross paths, but not meant to be together."

The boy slumped on the counter, muttering to himself, "But we’re about to get married..."

Qin Ruan was drawn in by his sorrow. She raised an eyebrow and watched him.

"Shotgun wedding?"

The words left her mouth.

Both Song Baxian and the boy looked at Qin Ruan in surprise.

One mystified, the other shocked.

Qin Ruan removed her cap, revealing her pretty and youthful face, a hint of allure in her features.

The boy was taken aback. He started stuttering, "How... how did you know?"

He hadn’t seen Qin Ruan when he came with his girlfriend earlier.

Returning now and having her speak the truth of the matter, he was awed.

Qin Ruan had a smile, "You’re so young, marrying early could destabilize the marriage and hinder your future career."

"If you truly love that girl, then marry her by all means. However, should your marriage lack mutual understanding, faith, and tolerance, it would be like a broken mirror. No matter how hard you try to repair it, it could never return to its original state."

The boy bit his lip lightly, his hands clenched tight over his knee, "I want to marry her, I don’t want to let her down."

Quite a responsible little man indeed.

Qin Ruan smiled softly, "Then try to be more tolerant towards her in the future. Your girlfriend may be a bit stubborn but she’s likely to be loyal when it comes to marriage. The notion of ’fate’ is intricate. Trust yourself more than in it. Who knows what changes the future may bring?"

Suddenly, a furious voice arose from the crowd.

A girl was yelling at the boy who was still in front of the stall, "Why did you come back? I told you all these are scams. Why don’t you believe me!"

The girl ran up to the boy and, grabbing his arm, dragged him away.

"I just wanted to ask... don’t be mad... what do you want to eat later..."

As the pair’s figures receded, the soft voice of the boy soothing the girl resonated.

Perhaps they were indeed fated to meet but not be together. Yet the present moment was one that they would never forget.

Song Baxian watched them disappear into the crowd while shaking his head, "Friend Qin, it’s clear these two are not meant to be together. Why give him false hope?"

Qin Ruan said in an indifferent tone: "That’s not hope, it’s the fate they have cultivated in this life, it’s the journey they must take."

Song Banshen: "If the boy really marries his girlfriend, they will eventually divorce. The boy will have to get remarried. These two have shallow ties."

Qin Ruan spoke calmly, unemotionally: "Just because their fate is shallow doesn’t mean they can’t be together."

She saw more in the young couple than Song Banshen did.

The girl couldn’t accompany the boy for his whole life as her lifespan was too short.

Even if their fate was short-lived, as long as they loved each other sincerely, why care about the future marriage.

Feeling a vibration from the phone in her pocket, Qin Ruan took it out.

Someone spoke in the [Emperor Beitai above] WeChat group.

At this moment, someone came to Song Banshen’s stall, a young man dressed in a hip-hop style.

As he sat down and prepared to speak to Song Banshen, he was pushed away by someone tugging at his collar from behind.

"Get lost! You’re still a little boy who should be drinking milk at home, not seeking divination!"

The blond man threw the hip-hop boy aside, wiped the stool with his sleeve, and courteously addressed the incoming obese middle-aged man: "Boss, please sit."

The middle-aged man dressed in a dark suit sits in front of Song Banshen, with a bag tucked under his arms, creating a sense of incongruity.

Each of his followers, two sunglasses-wearing tough men, stood behind him while the blond kid stood aside, kowtowing to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man adjusted his slightly greasy hair, revealing a gold jade ring on his hand, a conspicuous gold watch on his wrist, and a thick gold chain around his neck.

No wonder he seemed out of place; his attire clashed ridiculously with his accessories.

The middle-aged man arrogantly looked at Song Banshen: "Old man, I heard you’re pretty good at this, tell me, how’s my luck recently?"

These people at first glance did not look like decent folk, especially the man in front, who emanated a smell of blood.

Song Banshen wasn’t intimidated by their menacing air, his wise eyes scanned the middle-aged man’s face.

He picked up his bamboo tube at his side, shook it and passed it to him: "Sir, please draw a stick."

The middle-aged man extended his gold watch-wearing hand and casually drew a stick from the bamboo tube.

He looked at it and his face turned pale.

The blondie at his side leaned in, saw that it was the worst sign, raised his hand, and was about to strike at Song Banshen.

"Wait!" The middle-aged man stopped him.

He slapped the stick in his hand on the table and glared at Song Banshen: "Old man, is there a solution to this sign?"

Song Banshen calmly picked up the stick on the table and put it back in the bamboo tube.

"It depends on what you’re asking about."

The middle-aged man looked at Song Banshen skeptically, laughing coldly: "You don’t even have my birth time, how could you calculate what I want?"

Song Banshen remained calm: "Why not give it a try?"

The man’s face darkened, he snorted: "Then calculate my overall fortune for this year."

Song Banshen shook his head gently: "Sir, your evil qi is too heavy, if you continue like this, you will surely bring harm upon yourself, everything you desire will be in vain."

"Fuck! Old man, are you looking to die?"

The blondie went forward, grabbed Song Banshen’s robe collar, and was about to punch him.

Song Banshen’s gaze fell on the middle-aged man, his voice calm and composed: "Sir, it’s not necessarily a bad thing to be tricked today. If you’re thinking of backing out, you’d better clean up whilst you still can."

The blondie’s fist was only a few centimeters away from Song Banshen’s face.

"Wait a minute!!!"

The middle-aged man stopped again, this time a solemn look came into his eyes as he looked at Song Banshen.

His tone was urgent: "Master, what do you mean by what you just said?"

From calling him ’old man’ to ’master’, this guy’s change of attitude was swift and smooth.