Miyun Buyu

"According to my divination, you'll die in three days," Lu Miao said.

"Thank goodness. I'm so done with life," Mr. Gu said.

He then started looking for a Fengshui master to assist him with his cemetery search.

Lu Miao extended her hand. "Hang on. I'm an expert in this. Don't give the job to someone else."

Three days went by, and three more after that. Mr. Gu was getting restless. "When exactly will I die?"

"Don't rush. It'll happen very soon!" Lu Miao replied.

Three months went by. Mr. Gu was still alive and well. With a red glow in his eyes, he forced Lu Miao into a corner. "Miao, you saved my life. You have to take up this responsibility toward me."

For some unknown reason, the top-notch metaphysics bigshot, Lu Miao, transmigrated into the body of a child with parents who didn't love her. She even had a fiance who would soon die.

Her parents looked forward to her death, and her siblings all hated her. Everyone in the city waited for her to make a fool of herself.

Lu Miao held a talisman in her left hand and a Fengshui wheel in her right. Business only kept getting better.

Bigshots from various walks of life showed up at her door. "How much do you need for the wedding gift? We're willing to pay ten times that amount."

"Get lost," Lu Miao's siblings uttered.

"Thanks for the offer, but she's already married," Mr. Gu said.

Bigshot Gives in to His Wife Again

She wanted to tell Gu Ziheng that she saw Lu Miao using her blood to make medicine for him that day.

That medicine was really precious.

However, before she could finish her sentence, a servant ran in to look for him. She said that Gu Xingyu had fainted again in the ancestral hall and asked him to go and take a look.

Gu Ziheng was too preoccupied to pay attention to these words and hurriedly made his way to the ancestral hall with the items in hand.

After Lu Miao left home and had only cycled a short distance, a steady and elegant black car slowly approached her and stopped by her side.

She glanced up at the license plate.

Seeing the arrogant digits on the white license plate, Lu Miao had a rough idea of who might be inside the car.

Resting her bicycle against the roadside with one leg touching the ground, she raised an eyebrow as she looked towards the car window.

Is This How Gu Shiyan Treat You?