Reborn as a True Heiress and Becomes a Boss

Chapter 10 Feng Shui Street
This time, Fan Ruichen escorted Yang Nianqing to the Yang family's building, and Yang Nianqing said goodbye to Fan Ruichen. Fan Ruichen grabbed Yang Nianqing, somewhat displeased: "You're just leaving like that?"

This side of Fan Ruichen was somewhat childish, but Yang Nianqing found it quite endearing. Fan Ruichen was only 21 years old; a little capriciousness was typical for a boy his age. At this moment, Yang Nianqing didn't realize that Fan Ruichen was only like this in front of her. Yang Nianqing sighed helplessly, "I really should go back."

Fan Ruichen frowned: "Then kiss me!"

Yang Nianqing felt her face getting hot. Although she was bold in her speech, she was still shy about intimate contact. She tiptoed and kissed Fan Ruichen on the cheek.

Having just experienced intimacy, and encountering a woman he didn't dislike and even somewhat liked for the first time, Fan Ruichen was naturally dissatisfied with such a fleeting kiss. He pulled Yang Nianqing into his arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her rosy lips. After a long and lingering kiss, Fan Ruichen finally released Yang Nianqing. Seeing her flushed and slightly dizzy face, Fan Ruichen mercifully let her go home. He watched Yang Nianqing go upstairs, until the lights in the Yang family's living room were turned on, and Yang Nianqing waved to him from the window before leaving.

Yang Nianqing didn't come to her senses until Fan Ruichen's figure was out of sight. At that moment, Yang Nianqing heard the sound of a door opening, and when she turned around, she saw Yang Qianmei coming out of the room.

"Sister, you're back?"

Hearing her once beloved younger sister call her "sister" again filled Yang Nianqing with resentment. Seeing Yang Qianmei's smiling, gentle demeanor made her feel utterly disgusted. Although Yang Qianmei was smiling, her eyes remained fixed, her gaze cold and menacing—clearly a fake smile!
Yang Nianqing smiled as usual, her lips twitching slightly: "Qianmei, what's wrong?"

Yang Qianmei tugged at Yang Nianqing's hand and pleaded, "Sister, I want to buy a computer. All my classmates have one, and I can use it to look up information and study. Give me the money so I can buy it!" Yang Qianmei inwardly rolled her eyes. If her mother hadn't disagreed and she hadn't been unable to get the money, she wouldn't have bothered begging Yang Nianqing like this. Yang Nianqing never refused her. Once she got the money, she was going to attend her idol Xu Nuofei's concert, and once the money was gone, her mother would be helpless.

Hearing these words, exactly the same as in her previous life, Yang Nianqing thought to herself, "Here it comes." Yang Nianqing smiled and said the same words as in her previous life: "Okay, Qianmei, how much do you want? I'll ask the boss for an advance on my salary tomorrow. Do you want me to go shopping with you?"

Yang Qianmei waved her hands repeatedly: "No need, no need, just give me three thousand."

"Okay, I'll get it for you after get off work."

Yang Qianmei licked her lips and said, "Okay, I'm going to sleep now." Having finished dealing with Yang Nianqing, Yang Qianmei was no longer in the mood to waste time with him. She chatted with her online "husband" all night. Her "husband" said he was waiting for her in Rongcheng, and she could go see him after watching Xu Nuofei's concert.

Watching Yang Qianmei's retreating figure, Yang Nianqing sneered. Some people just love to court death; if that's the case, why should she stop them? Yang Nianqing observed Yang Qianmei's face: a crooked, broken nose with nodules, indicating a bad husband and a difficult marriage. Her low, sunken nose bridge suggested short-sightedness, weak will, susceptibility to deception and manipulation, and a promiscuous, effeminate appearance. Her eyes, like those of a drunkard, were often squinting, and she smiled before speaking—truly the kind of woman described as "a woman with peach blossoms sitting with swaying knees, though a virtuous wife, she still has secret affairs." She was destined for a life of promiscuity, constantly flitting between different men. Even if she married, she would be restless and unfaithful. It seemed Yang Qianmei's husband, Qi Jun, had been cuckolded many times in his past life.

Yang Qianmei has come demanding money, and the time is fast approaching for her to be disfigured by Cheng Ying! This also means the time for her to break ties with the Yang family is fast approaching! This time, she won't tolerate it anymore!

Yang Nianqing made up the folding bed, lay down, and sighed with relief. After a long day, she could finally rest. She quickly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a handsome husband and adorable children, a life of happiness and contentment that made her smile even in her dreams. The next day, her biological clock woke her promptly at six o'clock. She stretched, and thinking of her dream, she smiled gently, touching her lower abdomen. Now, a baby was growing inside her; the scene in her dream was her greatest dream in life.

After washing up, Yang Nianqing made a simple breakfast for her family to avoid arousing their suspicion with her sudden change. She didn't want to rack her brains to make a nutritious breakfast for them right now. After making breakfast for them, she made herself some hand-pulled noodles and a soft-boiled egg. She was skilled in cooking and finished quickly. It was Saturday, and the Yang family usually slept until noon. Even after Yang Nianqing had finished eating and washed the dishes, they still hadn't gotten up.

Yang Nianqing should go out now, otherwise her family will ask her why she didn't go to work.

There's an antique street in Fulin District, north of Jiangcheng. This street is shaped like a square with shops and stalls on all four sides. Tourists visiting Jiangcheng love to stroll along this antique street. If you don't have the money to buy antiques in a shop, you can still find some trinkets and bargains at the street stalls. Besides antiques and handicrafts, the street also offers fortune telling, physiognomy, and feng shui consultations. So, the eastern side of the antique street is also known as the feng shui street. People who come here like to have their fortune told and physiognomy checked, regardless of whether they believe it or not, just to keep a souvenir.

Yang Nianqing arrived at the antique street at nine o'clock. It was the morning market, and the antique street was bustling with activity, teeming with people. The street was quite large. Having never been to an antique street before, Yang Nianqing asked several people for directions before finally reaching East Street. On East Street, he saw stalls everywhere: fortune tellers, palm readers, feng shui practitioners, word divination, and vendors selling talismans, feng shui ornaments, peach wood swords, and copper coin swords—a truly lively scene. Yang Nianqing noticed that most of the feng shui masters were men, dressed in modern, imitation Tang-style suits for easy movement, waving folding fans and shaking their heads as they convincingly tried to persuade people. Yang Nianqing stroked his chin, wondering if he should buy a Tang-style suit to appear more professional.

A couple sat at a fortune-telling stall. Behind the stall, a yellow cloth displayed facial charts and the words "Read the Eight Characters to Predict Marriage" were displayed. Sitting opposite the couple was a feng shui master with a goatee, dressed in a black imitation Tang suit, holding a piece of yellow paper with the Eight Characters written on it.

The feng shui master stroked his goatee and said to the couple, "Judging from your faces and birth charts, you are a match made in heaven. Your birth charts show that the man is of the metal element and the woman is of the water element, and your birth times are also compatible. As the saying goes, 'Water and metal couples sit in a high hall, accumulating wealth and joy, with two upright and intelligent children who are both well-educated.' Together, the man will bring prosperity to his wife and the woman to her husband. If you marry, your marriage will be happy and your children will be filial."

Wang Xiaolan, beaming with delight, grabbed her fiancé's hand and exclaimed, "Zhao Wen, did you hear that? Our horoscopes are perfectly matched!"

Zhao Wen smiled indulgently: "We've already set a wedding date, but you're so superstitious that you still want to have your horoscopes matched."

"People say the feng shui masters here are very accurate."

Zhao Wen smiled but didn't say anything. They paid and left, brushing past Yang Nianqing, and continued to wander around other places.

Yang Nianqing glanced at the birth charts the feng shui master had placed on the table and roughly understood the fortune teller's level. The fortune tellers here were probably all half-baked or just spouting nonsense. The couple's birth charts were completely incompatible, let alone a match made in heaven. Moreover, judging from their faces, the two were definitely not suitable to be husband and wife.

From the girl's face, Yang Nianqing could tell that she was plagued by bad romantic prospects and had little chance of finding a good one. If she married her current fiancé, she was certain the marriage would end badly, and he might even commit suicide because of him. Her fiancé was no good. He had a small, pointed nose with a protruding tip, and the muscles in his philtrum and nasolabial folds were intertwined, indicating extreme selfishness and a lack of integrity. His rosy cheeks suggested he was about to get married, but a black mole in his marital palace indicated that while he had many romantic opportunities, there was no true love star in his chart. He didn't love his fiancée and was hiding something. His sexual orientation was different from most men; he preferred men. This was a homosexual marriage scam. Yang Nianqing had never encountered such a person before. But everyone has their own destiny, and since they weren't meant to be, she couldn't interfere in someone else's life. Besides, she wasn't a saint; if she were to help someone with bad luck without expecting anything in return, she would be the one suffering from misfortune.

(End of this chapter)