Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 441: Business Comes Knocking, Ruanruan’s Bad Premonition Deep Down

Chapter 441: Chapter 441: Business Comes Knocking, Ruanruan’s Bad Premonition Deep Down

Song Banxian returned to his stall and began chatting with Qin Ruan about Huang Biao.

"That guy is a street hoodlum, it’s harder for him to survive in our current society ruled by law compared to before. He’s getting old and has been considering to retire, but he has been hesitating because he has not made up his mind yet.

Huang Biao’s mother is still alive. He’s quite filial and not a bad person. He hasn’t committed anything seriously wrong, but he’s a bit lustful. Qin, don’t take him too seriously."

Hearing his words, Qin Ruan raised her delicate eyebrows. She stared at Song Banxian with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Are you implying that you know him?"

Song Banxian laughed: "I know him, but he doesn’t know me."

Qin Ruan brushed a few strands of wind-tousled hair off her face and spoke with a smile in her voice, "No wonder he believed every word you said."

In her opinion, the nonsense that Song Banxian was just spouting off to Huang Biao was completely ludicrous.

Huang Biao was steeped in the underworld ways. If he continues his course for a few more years, his status will rise further, but his twilight years might not end well.

"Hehehe..." Song Banxian laughed cunningly as if he knew some shrewd secret.

His reputation has grown over the many years at the Tongsha Sky Bridge. Besides his modest individual strength, it is mostly attributed to his specialization in interpersonal relations.

Touching his chin, Song Banxian asked Qin Ruan, "Qin, how many fortunes do you plan to read today?"

"We will see." Qin Ruan said, looking somewhat listless.

For some reason, she felt a sense of unease, as if something was about to happen.

This premonition left her feeling rather downcast.

Just as Song Banxian was about to say something else to Qin Ruan, a customer came to his stall.

Seeing the man, he spoke with a frustrated look on his face, "Why are you here again?"

The visitor was an elderly man with white hair, looking to be about ten years older than Song Banxian.

The elderly man looked at Song Banxian and stuttered, "I want to know where my grandson is. Please, can you help me find out again today?"

Song Banxian waved him off, "Your grandson is at home. Go home quickly and stop causing trouble here."

"My grandson’s been missing for a long time, Master. Please, tell me where he is, I can pay!"

The old man pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, a large handful of five, twenty and fifty dollar bills, and carefully placed them on the table.

Looking at the pile of change on the table lit a pang of sympathy in the face of Song Banxian.

He silently took out his phone and dialed a number, fluidly keying in a series of numbers.

After someone on the other end picked up, Song Banxian said, "Your Dad came again. He’s here in the chill of night. Don’t let the old man fall ill. Come get him quickly."

Whatever was said on the other end seemed to ease Song Banxian’s expression, "Alright, come quickly."

After the call ended, Song Banxian sat down and started chatting with the elderly man sitting across from him.

The topics of conversation were largely about the old man’s family and his grandson.

As Qin Ruan listened from the side, she pieced together from their scattered conversation that the elderly man, who came to Song Banxian for fortune-telling in search of his grandson, suffered from dementia.

Years ago, he was helping his working son to take care of the child and accidentally lost him.

Fortunately, they reported the child missing promptly instead of believing the rumor that the police will only take the case if the child has been missing for over 24 hours.

With the aid of the police and the hard-working staff at their location, as well as the help of enthusiastic members of the public, the child was found six hours after going missing.

This incident left a deep scar on the old man. Two years ago, he got dementia and has since been acting as though his grandson were still missing, often seeking out Song Banxian asking him to help find his grandson.

He came at least seven or eight times a year, and every time Song Banxian would call the old man’s family to come and get him.

About half an hour later, just as Song Banxian finished drinking the water from his liter bottle, the old man’s family finally arrived.

The man was middle-aged, wearing a suit and looking rather shabby and weary. It was clear that he rushed over in a hurry.

He stood next to the old man and called out, "Dad," but the old man didn’t respond, he just continued mumbling his grandson’s name."

The man looked dejected and sad, he held his father’s shoulder and bent down to apologize to Song Banxian.

"Thank you, Master Song. I apologize for the trouble."

"No need to be so formal," Song Banxian waved his hand off, reminding him, "Xiaoliu, the weather’s going to get colder, don’t let your old man out again."

Liu Boyang quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I will remind the caregiver to keep a close eye on my dad and ensure someone’s with him if he goes out."

"Sigh!" Song Banxian let out a sigh. He knew that Liu Boyang was too busy with work to accompany his father.

However, looking at Liu Boyang’s father, he feared that the old man may not last the winter.

As Liu Boyang was helping his father to his feet, Song Banxian said with a slightly deep tone, "Xiaoliu, spend more time with your father if you can. This winter’s going to be tough."

Liu Boyang’s face changed abruptly. He quickly turned to look at Song Banxian, his lips trembling.

"Master Song, are... are you saying..."

He could not bring himself to finish the sentence. Song Banxian understood and nodded slowly.

"When you wish to care for your parents but they’re gone, cherish the moment."

Liu Boyang’s eyes reddened instantly. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid he would start choking up.

The old Mr. Liu, held by him, looked confused like a child, still calling his grandson’s name.

"Thank you." Liu Boyang bowed his head in thanks to Song Banxian.

This time, Song Banxian quickly stood up to avoid his bow, urging them, "No need for that, just go home quickly."

"Wait——"

Just as Liu Boyang was about to leave with his father, Qin Ruan spoke to stop them.

Song Banxian looked down at Qin Ruan who was sitting in front of the stall, sounding confused, "Qin?"

Liu Boyang looked at Qin Ruan, also puzzled, instantly mesmerized by her beauty.

The young woman had beautiful eyes, a straight nose, an outstanding aura and charm, emanating a warmth that seemed to have evolved over time.

Liu Boyang asked, "Miss, can I help you with something?"

Qin Ruan’s eyes reflected a glimmer of gold. Her obscure and obscure gaze inspected Liu Boyang and the delicate features of her face hardened ever so slightly.

Her gaze fell upon Liu Boyang’s face, with an enigmatic gleam in her seductive eyes. With a cold voice, she asked, "Have there been some strange occurrences in your house recently?"

Liu Boyang was taken aback at first, and then looked uncomfortable.

Unsure of who Qin Ruan was, he looked at the sign on her stall - "Divinations read, pay only if it comes true". It was clear she was also a fortune teller on Tongsha Sky Bridge.

He cast a glance at Song Banxian, hesitant to engage with Qin Ruan.

Song Banxian was also bewildered. He didn’t notice anything off about Liu Boyang.

But he trusted Qin Ruan’s abilities. If there were no issues with Liu Boyang, she would not have spoken up so casually.

Song Banxian pointed at Qin Ruan and introduced her to Liu Boyang, "This is my friend Qin. Despite her young age, she’s incredibly skilled. Even if there were a hundred of me, I wouldn’t compare to her.

Just a few months ago, she helped resolve a problem at my own house. If there’s really a problem in your home, you might want to discuss it."