Upon noticing Tianjizi’s grave expression, Su Lang paused for a moment and then burst into laughter.

“You’ve said similar things before, but look at me now—alive and well, aren’t I?”

Tianjizi had predicted Su Lang’s fortune at least five times, each time foreseeing great dangers. And indeed, as Tianjizi anticipated, Su Lang had faced significant crises. However, every time he found himself on the brink of death, Su Lang’s potential surged, allowing him to outmaneuver his enemies.

With these experiences, Su Lang naturally dismissed Tianjizi’s predictions.

“This time, the danger could be ten or a hundred times worse than before. You should take it seriously and leave Qingling immediately. It’s the best strategy!” Tianjizi advised earnestly.

“I can’t do that. I’m about to have a wedding; I can’t leave Qingling.”

“The danger is likely connected to the wedding. It shouldn’t go ahead. Leave now,” Tianjizi urged.

“My decision is final; there’s no need to say more.”

Su Lang ended the conversation decisively, a disdainful smile on his lips. “I know those guys have arrived in Qingling, but they’re just small fry. If they dare cause trouble, I’ll make sure they don’t return.”

“Sigh…” Realizing persuasion was futile, Tianjizi could only sigh deeply.

…

After grocery shopping, Su Lang returned to his apartment, where news awaited him from his subordinates. Shadow had been found, but he had been left foolish and could offer no information.

Upon hearing this, Su Lang instantly concluded it was the work of the enemies who had come to Qingling. Shadow had underestimated two minor threats, leading to his downfall.

Su Lang was disappointed in Shadow’s incompetence, but since Shadow was his subordinate, Su Lang saw his current plight as a personal affront. Regardless, Su Lang intended to reclaim his dignity, but for now, his immediate concern was to resolve financial issues. Without money, the wedding couldn’t proceed, and he had promised Yang Jingwan he would bring back the wedding dress today.

…

In the afternoon, Wang Haoran visited Yang Jingwan at her workplace. During her break, she took Wang Haoran to a private room.

After receiving a modest reward, Wang Haoran asked, “Is work going smoothly? Is anyone troubling you?”

He only received a modest reward because he only partially cuckolded Su Lang. Su Lang had a special skill to determine if Yang Jingwan remained pure. If Wang Haoran fully cuckolded Su Lang, he would find out. Wang Haoran planned a fatal strike during the wedding and didn’t want to alert him now.

Yang Jingwan, her face flushed, rinsed her mouth before replying, “After the old witch left, everyone thought I had someone backing me, so no one dared to bully me. Even the new branch manager is very polite to me.”

“That’s good,” Wang Haoran nodded, then suddenly asked, “Why did you marry Su Lang initially?”

“It’s frustrating to talk about,” Yang Jingwan said, her mouth sore, “My family used to be well-off, but over a year ago, a series of misfortunes struck. My parents consulted a fortune teller.”

As she spoke, Yang Jingwan grew more agitated, “The fortune teller claimed I was the cause of our family’s misfortunes, that I was a jinx to my parents. To lift the curse, they said I needed to marry a man with a unique fate.”

“My parents foolishly believed and, following the fortune teller’s advice, they found a homeless man…”

“That homeless man was Su Lang?” Wang Haoran asked.

“Who else could it be?” Yang Jingwan replied angrily.

Hearing this, Wang Haoran pondered. Su Lang had been a live-in son-in-law for a year, and his identity as a war god couldn’t have formed during this time. He must have been a war god a year ago. Su Lang appearing as a homeless man to the Yang family was suspicious.

“Have you considered this might be a conspiracy?” Wang Haoran suddenly suggested to Yang Jingwan.

“A conspiracy?” Yang Jingwan was shocked. “Do you mean my parents intentionally harmed me?”

“Not necessarily. Your parents could have been deceived too. The fortune teller might be the issue.”

“Are you saying Su Lang bribed the fortune teller? But that seems unlikely. Although my family didn’t regain wealth after marrying Su Lang, our bad luck did stop. The fortune teller seemed capable.”

“Think deeper. Could it be someone secretly caused your family’s misfortunes?”

Deep in thought, Yang Jingwan grew increasingly terrified as her mind spun with possibilities.

“When you go home, ask your parents for the details from that time. Then tell me, and I’ll help you analyze it.”

“Okay, okay,” Yang Jingwan nodded.

…

In the afternoon, Cheng Rui left Ma Hongsheng’s hospital room, intending to return to her own room to rest. As she closed the door, she suddenly noticed two people in the room.

One was the mysterious man she had seen before, and the other had a face so hideous it resembled a demon.

Startled, Cheng Rui wanted to scream for help, but the mysterious man swiftly appeared in front of her and pressed a spot on her neck.

Cheng Rui couldn’t make a sound or move.

“Calm down. I won’t harm you. I just want to discuss something with you. If you agree, blink,” Su Lang said.

Recovering quickly from the fright, Cheng Rui, with excellent psychological resilience, blinked in response.

“Very good.” Su Lang withdrew his hand.

Cheng Rui regained speech and mobility.

“Who are you?” Cheng Rui asked, wary.

“You don’t need to know that. Just understand that I can ensure your safety in any crisis,” Su Lang said calmly.

“I’m just an ordinary woman living quietly. Who would want to harm me?” Cheng Rui responded slowly.

“In this situation, your calmness shows you’re not ordinary,” Tianjizi interjected. “You’re ambitious and determined to achieve your goals. If born in ancient times, you’d surely be a formidable empress causing havoc in the court.”

With a sigh, Tianjizi added, “It’s just a pity…”