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

Lu Miao pursed her lips and stepped forward, lightly tapping her forehead.

Xu Zhenzhen appeared before Xu Xinran, holding a small flower in her hand, and smiled warmly.

Not far away, Xu Xinran's father and mother stood there with a loving expression, watching her.

Xu Xinran burst into tears instantly, choked with sobs as she called out, "Zhenzhen, Dad, Mom."

So, while she knew nothing, her loved ones had silently been by her side, guarding her.

She reached out to touch them, but her hand only felt the cold air.

Zhenzhen obediently approached, lifted her hand to wipe away the tears from her face. After finding that she couldn't wipe them away, she could only pucker her little mouth and give her a kiss on the cheek.

Xu Xinran's tears flowed even more intensely.

Anger The Grandma To Death