Fu Rong smiled at his embarrassed action and shook her head. She looked like a fairy from a fantasy world who came to explore the earth. Her dark eyebrows and her phoenix eyes with curves, her fair skin, her cheeks tinted with slight pink, her slender yet developed body—everything about her screamed 'beauty.' She rubbed her nose and said, "It's not important, Brother Xie."
Xie Bowen looked at her, and after confirming she was not hurt, turned to see Mu Ling. Feeling his gaze on her, Fu Rong looked at Mu Ling with a polite smile.
"Little sister, he is the Fifth Master of the Mu Family, Mu Ling. Fifth Master, she is the one I spoke about. She is the little sister, Fu Rong, who saved my aunt," he introduced them both.
Fu Rong, who was smiling, suddenly frowned, her brows furrowed, and looked at them both. Xie Bowen, who was looking at Fu Rong, felt his heart jump to his stomach. When he was about to speak, Fu Rong spoke first.
"Brother Xie, do you have the talismans I gave you? Tonight I advise you not to go to the harbor. Even if you have to go, wear the talismans and have more backup plans."
Mu Ling, who listened to her, raised his eyebrows with interest. Interesting. How come this girl can tell we are going to the harbor? Xie Bowen froze. He knew how talented she was and the accuracy of her prediction. He looked at Mu Ling and explained how she predicted the danger his aunt faced, how her prediction was accurate to the point that it helped him catch the killer, and how her talismans saved his aunt.
Mu Ling, who was listening, turned to her with interest. "Can you predict my future? Anything about my life?"
Fu Rong nodded her head and asked for 500 yuan. Mu Ling laughed and gave her the money. After receiving the money, she started divining for him. A few minutes passed, but she couldn't predict anything. She opened her eyes and looked at him in shock.
She was known for her skills in divination and exorcism. Her talents far exceeded those of her master, and she could predict everything accurately. But she couldn't see anything about him. This shocked her and hurt her ego. Maybe it was because of his purple qi? Or, as her master said, either the person of intimate relationship or death won't be seen in her prediction. Which one is he?
Mu Ling, who was observing her every single expression, smiled.
"What? You got the payment but didn't divine anything for me?" Mu Ling chuckled.
Fu Rong extended her hand to him. "Give me your hand, I will predict for you." Feeling amused by her boldness, he placed his hand on hers.
A few minutes passed. Fu Rong, who had closed her eyes, relaxed as she watched the scenes running inside her mind. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, flustered, her ears turned pink, and her face turned red from embarrassment. She felt her face burning. She immediately let go of his hand and took a step back. She looked at Mu Ling, her eyes flickered, and she dodged his gaze.
"I couldn't look into your life. This is the money you paid me," she said, handing him the money and nodding at Xie Bowen before running off.
Xie Bowen turned to go to the car. Mu Ling, feeling his hand empty, felt irritated. He had been watching her keenly, without missing the changes in her. She can fool this dumb Xie Bowen, but not me. The way she ran quickly, without even sparing him a glance, and the way her face and ears turned red as a beet—she must have seen something too embarrassing to say. He then turned and got inside the car.
Xie Bowen gave Mu Ling a talisman with a red string to wear around his neck. Though he was not superstitious, the girl had told them about the harbor without them telling her anything about it. If it had been someone else, he wouldn't have worn it, even if they had compelled him. But how could he not wear something she gave?
As soon as this thought flowed through his mind, he froze. Why did I feel something for her? Is it just an interest in her? Why didn't I feel disgusted when she touched my hand, like when other women tried to come near me? He didn't want to dwell on the thought and soon pushed it to the back of his mind.
Fu Rong, who had walked as fast as she could, finally relaxed when she reached the busy street. She thought of the scenes that played in her head when she was divining for Mu Ling and felt her face grow hot again. She decided to keep her distance from that dangerous man as far as possible and not to meddle in his business.