“What do you mean by ‘a pity’?” Cheng Rui asked instinctively.

“It’s a pity that your fate isn’t favorable. You strive to control everything on your own, but it’ll lead you to a miserable end. If you want a way out, you must become a man’s support. Only then can you enjoy great wealth and peace. Otherwise…” Tianjizi warned.

“Who… who are you?!”

Cheng Rui was unnerved by Tianjizi’s penetrating gaze, which seemed to see into her very soul, causing her heart to pound with fear.

“This is Guimian Shenxiang Tianjizi, a man whose predictions never fail. He doesn’t joke around. I advise you to heed his words,” Su Lang said in a grave voice.

Cheng Rui’s eyes gleamed with a peculiar light.

According to Tianjizi, she could only enjoy a peaceful life by becoming a man’s support.

So, who was this man?

Could it be him?

There seemed to be no one else. He was indeed her nemesis.

For over twenty years, she had never been troubled by romantic feelings, but after meeting him, she found herself constantly thinking about him.

“It seems I have no other choice,” Cheng Rui recalled Wang Haoran’s words and immediately accepted Su Lang’s suggestion.

“You seem like you’ll be a good subordinate,” Su Lang couldn’t help but praise.

He assumed that the man Cheng Rui was willing to support was himself.

“What do you need me to do?”

Cheng Rui knew these two wouldn’t just scare her for no reason; they must want something.

“I need 2 billion in cash,” Su Lang demanded boldly.

“Is this extortion?” Cheng Rui was taken aback.

“You could say that, but it’s worth it. Ma Hongsheng is unconscious, and as a woman, you can’t hold onto these assets alone. I can help you ensure no one dares to covet them,” Su Lang said arrogantly.

“Ma Hongsheng does have many assets, but gathering 2 billion in cash right away will take time.”

“I’ll give you five days. Also, I need some cash urgently, right now.”

Cheng Rui was annoyed at his brazen demands, but remembered Wang Haoran’s instructions and did not retaliate. Instead, she handed over a card.

“This is a supplementary card with a 200 million limit. The password is six sixes.”

“You’re very obedient. I’m quite satisfied,” Su Lang said arrogantly, taking the card and leaving with Tianjizi.

“What a jerk…”

After they left, Cheng Rui’s expression turned dark as she saved the recording on her phone.

Then, she called Wang Haoran.

“Just as you predicted, the mysterious man in contact with Ma Hongsheng came to see me with a man who had an ugly face. They demanded 2 billion and extorted a supplementary card with a 200 million limit from me,” Cheng Rui reported.

“Did you record the extortion?”

“Do you still doubt my capabilities?”

“Good,” Wang Haoran chuckled, then asked curiously, “You mentioned he brought an ugly man. Who was he?”

“He said his name was Guimian Shenxiang Tianjizi.”

“A fortune teller?”

“Yes, he seemed to understand people deeply and even gave me a reading that was quite accurate.”

Wang Haoran’s thoughts stirred, recalling the fortune-teller Yang Jingwan had mentioned.

“In the coming days, he might need your help in many areas. Use this opportunity to gather more information. If there’s anything special, let me know.”

“Okay.”

…

In the evening, Yang Jingwan returned home, deep in thought.

Li Manli was in the living room, absorbed in a soap opera.

“Mom, I need to ask you something.”

Seeing that Su Lang hadn’t returned yet, Yang Jingwan used the opportunity to talk to Li Manli.

“What is it?”

“About the fortune teller you consulted a year ago, how accurate was he?”

“He was incredibly accurate. He was very famous in Qingling at that time. Many who consulted him prospered; otherwise, we wouldn’t have gone to him. Do you think we’re foolish?”

“Where is this fortune teller now?”

“After you married Su Lang, we went to find him again, but he vanished from Qingling. I suppose he went elsewhere. People like him are hard to track down.”

“After I got married, he disappeared…” Yang Jingwan’s suspicions grew.

She went back to her room and called Wang Haoran, relaying the information from Li Manli.

“I told you, your marriage to Su Lang wasn’t a coincidence,” Wang Haoran affirmed.

“But this fortune teller was supposed to be very skilled, and Su Lang is just a clueless braggart. How could he control the fortune teller?” Yang Jingwan was still skeptical.

“Have you considered that maybe everything Su Lang boasts about might actually be true?” Wang Haoran suggested.

“This… how could that be?” Yang Jingwan was doubtful.

“Wife, wife?” Su Lang’s voice called from outside.

“I’m watching TV, why are you shouting?!” Li Manli snapped.

“I brought back the wedding dress and suit. Is Jingwan home?” Su Lang asked.

“Really? You brought it back?!” Li Manli exclaimed.

…

Hearing the exchange, Yang Jingwan was perplexed.

The wedding dress and suit cost 1.98 million, and Su Lang actually brought them back?

“I’m going to check if the clothes are real.”

“Keep your phone on. I might need to meet you soon to verify something.”

“Okay.”

Yang Jingwan ended the call and went into the living room.

“Wife, I brought back the outfits. Can the wedding proceed now?” Su Lang smiled as he showed the clothes.

“How do we know they’re not fake?” Yang Jingwan retorted and examined the clothes.

She was shocked to find it was indeed the fishtail wedding dress from the bridal shop, adorned with genuine diamonds and gold-thread fishtail.

“This costs 1.98 million. Where did you get that kind of money? Who… who are you really?” Yang Jingwan asked, baffled.

“You’ll find out at the wedding,” Su Lang replied with a mysterious smile.

He intended to transform from a worthless son-in-law into a legendary war hero at the wedding, making Yang Jingwan fall for him completely.

He didn’t want to reveal too much now.