Chapter 138
Inside the dimly lit tarot tent.
On a round table sat a faintly glowing crystal ball, and the tarot cards were neatly laid out. A witch, cloaked in dark robes, spoke softly.
“Please draw three cards.”
Xie Mi, doing a tarot reading for the first time, drew three cards and placed them in front of her, her expression serious. She watched the witch’s fingers glide mysteriously over the cards.
She couldn’t help but ask:
“Can I… really not check for wealth luck?”
“…No, you can’t.”
The witch almost lost her composure, but she managed to maintain professionalism.
After revealing the three cards one by one, she scanned their faces and then looked at Xie Mi.
“Alright, you can start asking questions now.”
“What kind of questions?”
“Anything you’re curious about regarding your fated person.”
Xie Mi’s eyes lit up. She pointed directly at Shen Yiqing and asked bluntly, “Is it him?”
“…Ahem, ahem! You can’t ask such a direct question!”
Shen Yiqing suppressed a smile, pressing his lips together to maintain the seemingly solemn atmosphere of the reading.
The witch, facing her greatest professional setback, decided to change the question format.
“Okay, tell me what expectations you have for your fated person. Have you imagined how you two might meet?”
Xie Mi immediately sat up straight. “Actually, I have.”
“Oh?”
Sensing an opening, the witch pressed further. “Do tell.”
“When I was a child, I often imagined a domineering CEO or rich heir falling in love with me.”
“And now?”
“Now I imagine walking down the street, getting beaten up by a rich heir, and then getting compensated twenty million yuan.”
“?”
[You little—?]
[So real, that’s literally me]
[Sweating bullets, advise deletion]
The witch’s fingers trembled slightly over the cards, but she maintained her professional tone. “The cards indicate… he won’t hit you.”
“Phew… what a pity.”
“But he will give you money to spend.”
“Huh?!”
“Lots and lots of money.”
“HUH?!!!”
As Xie Mi’s eyes lit up like lasers, the nature of this reading completely changed for her.
The topic had shifted from [Discover Your Fated Person] to [Discover Your Fated Fortune].
“When will I meet him?!” Xie Mi asked, her eyes gleaming.
“Let me see.”
The witch examined the cards. Her gaze faltered slightly, then her brow furrowed, and her expression grew complicated.
“You will meet him, but… not yet.”
“?”
Xie Mi tilted her head in confusion. “I understand each word individually, but together, I don’t understand what it means.”
The witch replied, “The cards show it this way. It’s the first time I’ve seen such a strange answer, but my reading does not lie.”
Shen Yiqing, standing nearby, looked thoughtful.
Xie Mi continued asking a series of whimsical questions, and the witch answered each one.
“Now, for the last question.”
For this final question, Xie Mi surprisingly paused to think carefully. Then she smiled brightly, her eyes crescent-shaped, and asked:
“Is he happy now?”
Shen Yiqing’s gaze flickered; he instinctively looked down at her. His dark eyes shimmered, and the corner of his lips curved slightly.
The witch held the cards, but her gaze momentarily shifted to Shen Yiqing, her lips curling into a faint smile.
“He is very happy now.”
The live stream camera, as if understanding the moment, focused on Shen Yiqing, capturing his gentle smile as he looked down.
The comments exploded.
[Producer, you’re amazing, give yourself a drumstick!!]
[Ahhhhhh I’m dying from shipping! Even if this tarot reading was scripted, I accept it—I ship it!!]
[Seems legit, not scripted. The witch’s reading matches the card meanings.]
[Not to mention, money to spend, lots of it—that’s so Old Shen! Mysterious rich guy confirmed!]
[But what does “meet him, but not yet” mean?!]
[I hate riddlers!!]
“Okay! My turn is over. Old Shen, you’re up.”
Xie Mi, finished with the experience, skillfully wheeled herself aside, giving Shen Yiqing the main seat.
Shen Yiqing sat down and, following the witch’s instructions, shuffled, stacked, and drew the cards.
The witch revealed each card in turn. Upon the third card, her expression froze slightly; her gaze toward Shen Yiqing grew complicated.
“Your cards… are the strangest I’ve ever seen in my career.”
Shen Yiqing gave no comment, but a faint smile tinged with helplessness appeared in his eyes.
“So… what’s the result?”
“I can’t say too much,” the witch replied meaningfully, glancing briefly at Xie Mi. “But one thing I can tell you: the thing you’ve been waiting for will arrive very soon.”
Shen Yiqing’s expression shifted subtly. He tapped the table thoughtfully and allowed a small curve to form on his lips.
“Alright, I understand.”
The witch nodded and collected the tarot cards. “Your reading is over.”
“Just… over?”
Completely baffled, Xie Mi leaned forward, looking at the two mysterious figures, finally resting her gaze on Shen Yiqing.
“What thing will arrive? A delivery?”
“Yes. I bought Teacher Xie’s favorite matcha chocolate. Want some?”
“Eat—what the heck! Definitely not a delivery. What is it really? I’m not curious for myself, mainly for the audience. Teasing the audience like this—isn’t your conscience uneasy?”
Xie Mi slammed her chest, horrified.
The live comments echoed her indignation.
[Exactly, what is it, tell us!]
[Is there anything a Supreme VIP can’t know?!]
[I hate riddlers!!]
After the tarot reading, there was a special activity in the tent.
The witch handed them each a paper boat.
“There’s a stream flowing from the plaza down the mountain. Write your thoughts on the paper boat and place it in the water. It will carry your feelings away and, one day, reach the person you wish to convey them to.”
Such legends are usually made up to create atmosphere, and Xie Mi knew this, but she still wanted to join the fun.
After leaving messages on the paper boats together, they went to the lake in the center of the plaza.
Many passersby were already releasing paper boats, each with a small light, drifting romantically across the water.
“I’ll count to three, then we release together.”
Xie Mi held her boat, leaning toward the water, glancing at Shen Yiqing beside her. She began counting:
“1—Release!”
She quickly set her boat afloat and spun her wheelchair to dash away, teasing Shen Yiqing as she went.
“The ring toss stall! Last one there is a dog!”
“Teacher Xie.”
Shen Yiqing, smiling indulgently and helplessly, ran after her blur of a figure.
The two of them gradually faded into the distance, while the two paper boats drifted on the water.
One of the boats turned with the current, the side with writing facing the camera.
The director, understanding the moment perfectly, cut to a close-up and focused.
The writing on the paper boat became clear:
[My first love is Teacher Xie.]
