After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 82 Seems Absurd
Several more pairs of eyes turned to look at them!
This time, all four pairs of eyes were filled with intense astonishment and cold scrutiny...

Rong Jingchen was a domineering man who never cared about other people's opinions. He ignored the gazes of the other four men and focused only on Jiang Shu, who was excitedly touching his hand.

When Jiang Shu heard his question, she was caught off guard and shook off his hand, taking several steps back in horror!

"Is the person you're talking about me?" she asked uncertainly.

Rong Jingchen looked at her without speaking. But his heart was already slightly pounding...

Jiang Shu, seeing his reaction, was uncharacteristically flustered! She grabbed the leftover noodle soup from Feng Li's bowl on the table and took a sip to calm herself. Then, after taking several deep breaths, she pointed at Rong Jingchen:
"I don't know what's wrong with you. But a doctor can't heal himself, and a diviner can't predict for himself. If the person affecting you is really me, I can't predict it... But how could it be me!"

She looked very distressed: "Oh dear, with this damn charm of mine, if I told you about it back in the village, I doubt anyone would believe me!"

Rong Jingchen: "..."

The others: "..."

The ambiguous and slightly mysterious atmosphere vanished instantly!
A sense of powerlessness welled up in Rong Jingchen's heart! Fine, he'd better find the answer himself!

As for Feng Li and Li Yubai, they exchanged a glance, tacitly raising Rong Jingchen's rival index even higher...

Ning Yunzhan watched the subtle interaction between the men without showing any emotion, and reminded Jiang Shu, "My patron, next up is Li Yubai."

Jiang Shu extended her hand to Li Yubai.

Li Yubai declined, saying, "Let the Crown Prince go first."

Feng Li looked at him suspiciously and then reached out his hand to Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu grabbed Feng Li's hand and stroked it for several minutes without saying a word.

Feng Li raised an eyebrow: "Say something! Do you think you can't come up with anything to make up when it's my turn?"

Jiang Shu's expression turned serious for the first time: "I can't predict your fate."

Feng Li exclaimed, "Aren't you quite capable?"

"If you insist on forcing me to say it..." Jiang Shu cleared her throat, "Among you all, you have the worst fate, the kind of fate that even the King of Hell would dislike, a wandering ghost. With your fate, no matter how many times you are reincarnated, you will not live past twenty—to be precise, you will die at eighteen."

Feng Li smiled enigmatically: "I'm already twenty-two, and in a few months, I'll be twenty-three. You call that dying at eighteen?"

"That's why I said I couldn't judge you accurately." Jiang Shu said with a hint of annoyance, "Am I going to ruin my reputation in your hands?"

Feng Li sighed, "Forget it, why should I take a little girl like you seriously? I almost died on my eighteenth birthday, and I almost died a second time when I first met Master Jiang half a year ago... I'm alive and well now, maybe it's all thanks to Master Jiang."

Jiang Shu was pleased: "My destiny transcends the laws of heaven. Since you have met me, it is only natural that the trajectory of your fate will change."

Feng Li gave a soft "hmm," but seemed a little distracted.

Seeing his dazed expression, Jiang Shu decided to give him another piece of good news: "Although I can't predict your destiny, I can tell that you, like Ning Yunzhan, also have a son... Tell me, are you happy or not? Are you surprised or not?"

"I f***ing—" Feng Li almost blurted out a curse! He steadied himself, "Master Jiang, say it again!"

“You have a son!” Jiang Shu asked again.

"I have your sister!" Feng Li's face darkened. "If you don't give me a child, where will I get a son!"

Jiang Shu looked at the hot-tempered Crown Prince who started cursing at the slightest provocation and chuckled: "You do have one! If you don't believe me, I'll give you a million as a reward when I find him."

Rong Jingchen, who had been engrossed in his own world, was startled by Jiang Shu's actions and then looked thoughtfully at Feng Li:
"I remember when the Crown Prince was sixteen, he was terminally ill, and Old Master Feng, fearing there would be no successor, extracted your genes..."

“I burned the gene bank to the ground.” Feng Li’s tone was terrible. “Master Jiang, please test it again carefully.”

Jiang Shu grabbed his hand and squeezed it for a long time: "No mistake! You are destined to have a son, but—wait, he hasn't been born yet?" Feng Li pulled his hand back, suddenly unsure of what expression to make.

He stared at Jiang Shu silently for a long time, his face no longer showing anger, but replaced by another kind of complexity.

"I already told you I can't accurately predict your future," Jiang Shu said guiltily. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"If I don't have a son in the future," Feng Li said softly, "you'll have to give me one."

"I can pay! I can pay anytime!" Jiang Shu sighed. "I don't even have to wait until later, I can do it now."

This time, all five men's eyes fell on Jiang Shu!
Jiang Shu squinted her eyes: "A couple of days ago, my deskmate said she wanted to be the son of a puppet, to have a proper son like those on the family tree and household register..."

Everyone: "..."

Seeing that the topic was getting further and further off track, Ning Yunzhan chuckled and reminded him, "My patron, it's Li Yubai's turn!"

However, Li Yubai seemed to be disheartened by Jiang Shu's nonsensical ramblings about an early death and a son. This time, he refused to extend a hand again, instead standing up and distancing himself from the scene of trouble.

"I suddenly don't want to look at my birth chart anymore. Isn't there a team-building activity this afternoon? Why don't we go get ready together?"

Ning Yunzhan also stood up: "I'll go with you."

The two left together, and after a few steps, Ning Yunzhan suddenly turned back with a smile and teased:

"My patron, remember what you said. When you go to the capital in a while, help me find my... well, my nine rebellious sons."

……

Slightly annoyed and embarrassed, Jiang Shu waited until Li Yubai and Ning Yunzhan had disappeared from sight before turning her gaze to Yan Yu and Rong Jingchen:
"Or, I could also test whether you have a son?"

Yan Yu silently took a step back.

Rong Jingchen also turned a deaf ear.

Jiang Shu was a little embarrassed: "Actually, I'm usually pretty accurate, I don't know what curse I had today... How about you two let me try again?"

Rong Jingchen suddenly stood up and walked towards Li Yubai and the other person: "I heard that the team building event is very large and they are short-handed."

Yan Yu casually put on a large baseball cap: "Let's go together."

In the blink of an eye, only Feng Li remained at the scene.

Jiang Shu looked at the man sitting lazily in the chair: "Aren't you going?"

“Why would I go? I can’t lift a finger, I’d just be a burden.” Feng Li looked at Jiang Shu, “I’ll go to the social event with you.”

"You can go, but don't cause trouble," Jiang Shu said, still a little worried.

"I heard there are lots of peach blossoms over there. Let's bring a basket and pick some."

"Why are you picking flowers all of a sudden, you grown man!" Jiang Shu stared at him as if she'd seen a ghost. "You're not exactly the romantic type!"

"My family has only had one son for generations, and you suddenly gave me a son. I'm in a good mood." Feng Li met her gaze, his eyes sparkling, and said in a nonchalant tone, "I'll brew you a jar of peach blossom wine..."

……

Three o'clock in the afternoon. By Wangyue Lake.

The off-campus social event of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School officially began.

(End of this chapter)