Hearing Dai Qing’s advice, Aunt Zhao’s expression became even more despondent than when she first arrived. Her hands, trembling as she held her teacup, caused Aunt Wang to sigh.

“Old sister, don’t take this the wrong way, but that boy, Chaoyue, has tried his hand at business more than once. Every time, he goes out full of energy but comes back with nothing. Honestly, he’s just not cut out for it.”

“I know that, but this time, he borrowed money from my daughter. If he loses it all, her marriage is definitely going to be in trouble.”

Aunt Zhao wrung her hands and looked anxiously at Dai Qing.

“Xiao Qing, do you think there’s any hope left? At least enough to get my daughter’s money back?”

“Your best bet is to find your son now. Maybe you can still recover some of it.”

Aunt Zhao: “…”

Her son had put in so much effort, so why couldn’t he ever seem to make money?

Aunt Wang chimed in to comfort her, and after a long while, Aunt Zhao finally calmed down. She pulled five yuan from her pocket and placed it on the table.

“Xiao Qing, do you think my daughter will end up divorcing?”

“There will be some rough patches, but I don’t see any signs of divorce. Children and grandchildren has their own fate, Aunt Zhao. Sometimes, it’s better not to interfere too much—your daughter will find her own way.”

Interfering in her children’s lives would only make things worse.

“Thank you. It’s my fault for asking my daughter for money in the first place.”

Aunt Zhao stood up in defeat and walked away. Aunt Wang called after her, but Aunt Zhao didn’t stop. Seeing no other choice, Aunt Wang returned to Dai Qing.

“Xiao Qing, is it really that bad for her?”

“To be honest, if she stopped meddling in her children’s lives, her days would be much more peaceful. But judging by her temperament, that seems unlikely.”

“Ah, you’re right. Your Aunt Zhao has always been strong-willed, ever since she was young. Whatever she says goes, and that hasn’t changed with age. She insists her children listen to her, which has caused problems with her son-in-law and daughter-in-law.”

Aunt Wang sighed, looking at the five yuan on the table with a slight smile.

“Old Zhao’s been tight on money lately. Xiao Qing, don’t mind that it’s not much.”

“Don’t worry, Aunt Wang. This amount is just right for her.”

In the world of fortune-telling, there are rules on when to accept or refuse payment.

Three situations to accept: when the person is wealthy, charge more; when they are poor, charge less. But never do it for free.

Three situations not to accept: when the person’s lifespan is nearing its end, when they are facing a great disaster, or when their luck has run out.

After seeing Aunt Wang off, Dai Qing took the five yuan to the market and bought groceries for the next couple of days. On her way back, she encountered an elderly beggar with a cane. She gave him one yuan and two hot buns.

The beggar, surprised, looked up at her, eyes wide with gratitude.

“Thank you… thank you so much.”

That evening, after dinner, Dai Qing reviewed her books on face reading and continued her meditation practice. Ever since she became aware of the energy flowing within her, she had noticed her eyesight improving. Faces became clearer, and she could sense people’s energy more directly.

She slept well that night. At 7:30 the next morning, after washing up, she took advantage of the good weather and decided to wash her bedsheets and quilt covers. She soaked them in detergent, but after scrubbing for just a moment, she heard a tearing sound. The sheet had ripped.

Looking at the torn sheet, Dai Qing glanced at her hands in disbelief. Was she really this strong now?

Fortunately, she still had the money her grandfather had left her. She decided to take a trip to the fabric market to buy new sheets and quilt covers while she had some free time.

She changed into blue straight-leg pants, a fitted white shirt, and flat leather shoes, slinging a small black purse over her shoulder. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail—simple and fresh.

Though she had been an introvert in her past life, she had a good sense of style. She preferred simple, versatile clothes that were easy to match.