She still didn't give up on hinting to Bai Rongran that the Chu Chuan she liked was not a good man.
"Hehe—wait until you can sort out your own emotional issues before trying to lecture me." After saying that, Bai Rongran hung up the phone, not giving Rong Lan a chance to continue.
Rong Lan put down her hand and looked at the phone screen that showed the call had ended. She blinked innocently. When had she ever failed to handle her emotional problems? Clearly, she and Chu Hengyuan were deeply in love now and were working hard towards becoming a model couple.
After thinking for a long time, Rong Lan still couldn't figure out what Bai Rongran's sarcasm meant, so she simply stopped thinking about it. She happily skipped into the kitchen to see what midnight snack Chu Hengyuan had made.
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After Si Mo got home, he sat down on the sofa and started his cultivation.
He cultivated all night. According to his usual habit, he ended his cultivation at 8:30. Then he went into the bathroom to take a shower. After the shower, he had breakfast and then went to work.
At 9:28, he stepped into the door of the little fox's fortune - telling shop.
The little fox, who was already sitting in the shop, looked up. She saw a man in a dark blue long gown, wearing gold - rimmed glasses and waving a folding fan as he walked in. Then she looked down at the time on her phone and twitched the corner of her mouth. "I thought you'd come earlier."
After all, there was bound to be a customer in their small fortune - telling shop today. That customer would either be Xie Xinxin herself or Xie Xinxin's mother.
Si Mo sat down in his seat. "I originally planned to come earlier, but I just took a little time to dress up."
Rong Lan sized Si Mo up for a good while. "You look just like a swindling fortune - teller now."
Si Mo closed his folding fan and stretched it forward. Rong Lan anticipated his intention and leaned back, not letting the fan hit her head. "Seriously, you really look like a fortune - teller. I don't know if it's because of your natural aura."
"I've dressed like this before. My elder sister even praised me for looking like a young master from a wealthy family. Why do I become a fortune - teller in your eyes?" Si Mo was unconvinced.
"Your elder sister has a filter on you. No matter how ugly you dress, you probably seem to have personality in front of your elder sister." Rong Lan was eager to provoke Si Mo.
Si Mo was too lazy to argue with this young little fox. He put away his fan. "Little fox, do you want to take a gamble and see who will come today?"
Rong Lan leaned back on the chair. "Since you've dressed like this, it's most likely Xie Xinxin's mother who will come."
Si Mo rolled his eyes. "No, I want to dress like this no matter which customer comes. Don't you think I look like a divine fortune - teller as long as I carry myself properly?" If he hadn't never thought there would be a customer on the first day, he would have dressed like this on the first day too. People rely on their clothing. Dressing better might make others more convinced.
Rong Lan didn't respond to Si Mo's words. After all, if she said he didn't look like one, he might try to hit her with the fan again. "I bet it's Xie Xinxin's mother. What do you bet on?"
Si Mo sighed. "I also think it's Xie Xinxin's mother, but it would be so boring if we both bet on the same person. So I bet on Xie Xinxin."
"What's the bet?" The little fox rubbed her hands together, her eyes shining.
"The bet... " Si Mo thought about something that both he and the little fox could afford. "If you win, when my cultivation level improves further, I'll take you to the world where I live. If I win, you work hard on your cultivation and take me to your world in the future. How about that?"
He was extremely curious about the world where the little fox originally lived, and he thought the little fox should also be quite curious about the world where he lived.
Si Mo stared straight at the little fox. Through her outer appearance, he seemed to see the little fox wagging her tail curiously.
Rong Lan nodded with a smile. "Okay! It's a deal!"
"Yeah, it's a deal."
At exactly 10 a.m., someone lifted the bamboo curtain at the door and walked in.
Rong Lan and Si Mo instinctively hid their hands holding the playing cards under the table and both looked towards the door.
Just one glance, Rong Lan frowned in disgust and shifted her gaze. "Come on, let's continue playing cards. He's not a customer."
Si Mo snorted softly. "Okay."
The two shifted their attention back to the cards in their hands. The ignored Chu Chuan lifted a faint smile. "Why am I not a customer? I am a customer. I came here specifically to ask the master to help me calculate how I can go home."
One million? Rong Lan actively looked up at Chu Chuan. Was Chu Chuan just itching to give her money?
However, she was a fox with principles. "I don't need one million, Mr. Chu Chuan. Please don't disturb my business, or I'll have to take coercive measures."
Si Mo: "..." Could he say he needed one million? He was a flexible person. Disliking Chu Chuan didn't stop him from making money from Chu Chuan. After all, there were so many humans he disliked. One more or less Chu Chuan didn't matter.
He secretly nudged Rong Lan's elbow. Since they hadn't waited for the person they wanted to wait for, why not play along with Chu Chuan?
Rong Lan looked at Si Mo and understood the meaning in Si Mo's eyes.
She hesitated. Thinking of Bai Rongran far away in a foreign country, she finally suppressed the resistance deep in her heart. "Fine, fine. Considering your relationship with my Ranran, I'll calculate it for you." She threw the remaining cards on the table.
Seeing that she had relented, Si Mo started to put away the playing cards.
After Si Mo had put away the playing cards scattered on the table, Rong Lan took out a piece of white paper from the drawer and slapped it in front of Chu Chuan. "Write down the last character of your name, and I'll calculate it for you."
Chu Chuan picked up the pen.
After Chu Chuan had written down his name, Rong Lan pushed the paper to Si Mo. She didn't want to talk too much to Chu Chuan. Since Si Mo wanted to make this money, it was up to Si Mo to do the talking.
"Tell me what you want to calculate." Si Mo knew the little fox didn't want to talk to Chu Chuan.
Chu Chuan glanced at Rong Lan, who had started to play with her phone with her head down. He didn't refute Si Mo's face. "Calculate when I'll be recognized by the elders of the Chu family."