Chapter 37: Could Jiang Sui Really Be a Charlatan?

After Jiang Sui left, Shi Heng still felt a bit puzzled.

“Could Jiang Sui be some kind of charlatan…” he muttered under his breath.

He didn’t believe in old superstitions, and those were supposed to be illegal anyway. Still, he was a man of China, and like many, he’d rather err on the side of caution—better safe than sorry. After some hesitation, he picked up the phone and called his parents.

“Dad, how have you and Mom been lately? Oh, I’m doing well. The weather’s nice these days. I’ve booked you two tickets to the Maldives—why don’t you go on a little vacation…”

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Of course, Jiang Sui hadn’t said those words to Shi Heng for no reason. Just now, she had noticed a shadow of blood in the palace of his parents on his face, and it was growing dimmer by the minute.

In physiognomy, there are twelve palaces, and the palace of parents corresponds, as its name suggests, to one’s father and mother.

A shadow of blood appearing and dimming there meant his parents were in danger—and the time frame was within three days.

Since she intended to bring Shi Heng over to her side, she might as well do him this favor.

“Mama Jiang Sui!” As soon as Jiang Sui returned, Lu Xuanxuan ran over to her.

Jiang Sui smiled, ruffling Xuanxuan’s hair. “Did you finish your homework properly today? And those maxims I wrote out for you—have you memorized them?”

Lu Xuanxuan nodded obediently. “I did, but there were two questions I couldn’t solve. Daddy’s helping me with them.”

Jiang Sui glanced at Lu Ye, only to find him seated on the sofa, his gaze shifting toward her as well.

His features were elegant, and even while sitting, he held himself with the poised dignity of a pine tree.

“What exactly did you ask Xuanxuan to memorize?” Lu Ye’s tone was curious, but there was something odd about it too.

Jiang Sui raised an eyebrow. “Let me tell you, if you want what’s best for Xuanxuan, don’t interfere. What I gave her can only bring her good, not harm.”

Faced with Jiang Sui’s firm words, Lu Ye had nothing more to say.

He really couldn’t see how memorizing such things could benefit Xuanxuan.

He stood, heading for the stairs, intending to go upstairs. At the foot of the stairs, he paused and said, “I’ve already arranged for people to handle the online rumors. You don’t need to worry.”

His voice was still a little distant, but the coldness was gone; their relationship now felt just a bit closer.

Jiang Sui was momentarily taken aback, unable to tell who this man before her really was.

They wore the same face.

But this time, Lu Ye didn’t seem to bear her any ill will.

No, no!

One can know a person’s face but not their heart, and men with this face had always been cunning. She mustn’t be deceived by appearances.

She forced a grateful smile. “Thank you, Mr. Lu.”

Lu Ye frowned slightly. “If you’re acting, I think the audience has misunderstood you.”

Jiang Sui: “Hmm?”

Lu Ye: “You’re a pretty good actress.”

He’d almost been convinced.

Jiang Sui: “…”

She thought to herself, What did I even say?

Lu Ye said no more and headed upstairs. From his words and his step, it was clear he was displeased.

Lu Xuanxuan asked curiously, “Is Daddy upset?”

Jiang Sui cleared her throat, then solemnly instructed Xuanxuan, “Men are like that—there are always a few days every month when they’re in a mood. You can’t indulge them, or they’ll walk all over you.”

Lu Xuanxuan: “???”

She didn’t really understand, but Mama Jiang Sui always sounded so reasonable.

Seeing Xuanxuan’s earnest attempt to comprehend, Jiang Sui knew that freeing her from her cannon-fodder fate wouldn’t be achieved overnight.

She’d have to slowly and subtly change the way men influenced her.

Although Lu Ye had already gone upstairs, Jiang Sui’s words reached him just as he was about to enter his room.

His expression, already less than pleasant, turned even gloomier.