Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

Jiao Xiaolian, who had never gotten along well with Zhang Yue, saw a covered plate in front of her. The plate contained both meat and vegetables, and the dishes were well-matched and very plentiful.

His eyes darted around, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey, I heard the other day that you've stopped being love-struck. I thought your blindness had finally healed. What are you up to now?" Jiao Xiaolian sat opposite Zhang Yue. "Could it be that you've found another man to fawn over? Can't you change your methods for manipulating men? It's always the same old tricks—bringing them food or getting them meals. Do you really think you can win a man's heart by winning his stomach?"

Although a colleague filmed the incident that day, since everyone was a colleague who saw each other all the time, they tacitly agreed to only gossip about it within a small circle within the company and did not spread it outside. Therefore, other companies only vaguely heard the news that Zhang Yue had fought with her security guard.

Jiao Xiaolian and Zhang Yue went to the same high school and university. Since high school, the two of them have been competing with each other in everything, from studies to boyfriends, from handwriting to the neatness of the entire exam paper. In short, there is nothing they can't compare.

Zhang Yue's face darkened upon hearing the other person's words. That previous experience was a humiliation for her. Even if the other person hurt her deeply, she would find it difficult to talk back. Being cursed is something no one can easily accept, and she was not one to suffer in silence.

Zhang Yue was furious and wanted to get revenge, but before doing so, she asked Xia Wange if it was okay, as she was terrified by these things.

But Xia Wange told her that this matter was in the past, and she should not get involved with the scumbag's karma anymore; her good days were ahead.

She now firmly believes in Xia Wange's words.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue retorted, "What, you come to our company for dinner and you still can't shut up?"

Jiao Xiaolian's expression shifted several times. Failing to join Qiuye was a loss for her, but considering her position in her own company wasn't inferior to Zhang Yue's, she felt more confident. "The fact that your company cafeteria is open means you welcome me. What, did I say something that hit a nerve? By the way, did your ex-boyfriend ever give you anything? Look at the bracelet my boyfriend abroad gave me, isn't it pretty?"

As she spoke, Jiao Xiaolian stretched out her hand and showed Zhang Yue a string of brown beads on her wrist.

She was indeed quite pretty, but Zhang Yue wasn't about to say anything nice to her. She smirked, "So, someone from Nepal counts as a foreigner? Yes, definitely a foreigner, and it certainly sounds high-class. Your boyfriend's only advantage is his wealth and where he lives..."

"Zhang Yue, you!" Jiao Xiaolian gritted her teeth, "That's still better than you following around like a dog, licking the boots of a bamboo pole!"

Zhang Yue slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "You!"

"Is this my food?" A sudden female voice came from beside them. The clear and calm voice seemed to have some kind of magic, which quickly calmed the tense atmosphere.

Zhang Yue turned to look at the person beside her and immediately put on a smile, "Yes, Sister Xia, this is the food I got for you."

With other people around, Zhang Yue felt it inconvenient to address the master as such. What if someone reported the master for spreading feudal superstition? She tried her best not to cause trouble for the master.

Xia Wange had given up on correcting Zhang Yue's way of addressing her. "Sister Xia it is," she thought, "it's better than being called 'Master' in a tech company."

Her mentor told her that she should start taking jobs after graduating at 22, so she had only been in the industry for a short time. Hearing this title made her feel a little embarrassed, and she scratched her toes on the ground.

The road to the cafeteria wasn't smooth either. Most of the company's employees knew her, but they were too embarrassed to ask her for a reading. Some were worried that if they read too many fortunes, they would lose their own. Others felt that it wouldn't be good to disturb her by coming so abruptly, fearing that they might anger her and cause the opposite of what they intended. Many more were worried that something bad might happen to them, but if they didn't read her reading, they would miss out.

So along Xia Wange's journey, people would often pass by her. Hearing that she could read faces, they would deliberately stop for a while to let her see her face clearly, just to put their minds at ease.

However, Xia Wange also had an occupational hazard, a habit she'd developed over the years, and she would always give a quick glance to anyone passing by. In reality, most people don't face any major disasters; minor illnesses and ailments don't need to be addressed, just let nature take its course.

She was a little lost and casually called out to a person who paused for a few seconds in front of her, about to brush past her. Unexpectedly, the moment she called out to him, the burly man, who was 1.8 meters tall, trembled like a leaf, his face turned pale, and his eyes turned red.

Before she could speak, the other person clasped their hands together and pleaded, "Master, Master, please, save me! Am I facing some terrible calamity? I'm willing to pay any price, as long as you can help me avert it!"

"No," Xia Wange said in a panic, raising her hand and taking a step back. "I just wanted to ask you how to get to the cafeteria."

The burly man stood there stunned for a long time, then let out a long sigh, and hesitated before saying, "Master, am I really alright? I've been having insomnia and vivid dreams lately..."

"Then you should see a doctor," Xia Wange said.

The burly man asked in a panic, "You mean I'm going to fall seriously ill?"

"No, I didn't mean that. You're healthy and free from illness." Xia Wange said, and just then she saw the location of the cafeteria and quickly left.

The person behind her was chasing after her, demanding money for the divination. Xia Wange struggled to shake off the person and finally sat down to eat.

"Thank you, it's delicious," Xia Wange said.

Jiao Xiaolian looked back and forth between the two for a while, then put down her food, sat down opposite Zhang Yue, and said with a gossipy look, "Sister Xia, right? You look so young. You must only be thirty this year, right? You and Zhang Yue have a pretty good relationship. She even gets your food for you. How did you become so familiar with Zhang Yue? You're the second person Zhang Yue would get to get food for.

Jiao Xiaolian deliberately hinted at something, waiting for the other party to ask who the first person was.

Zhang Yue was taken aback. This Jiao Xiaolian was really something else, starting to act all self-important again. The master clearly looked to be only in his early twenties.

Xia Wange choked, blinked, and swallowed the food in her mouth. "What do you mean by thirty? You're making me sound young. I'm already in my forties. I just take good care of myself and look young."

Jiao Xiaolian was taken aback and immediately leaned closer to inquire, "You're over forty? You're not kidding me, are you? You look so young, what's your secret to maintaining your youthful appearance?"

"Ah, it's pretty simple," Xia Wange said. "Just drink more water, sleep more, eat fewer snacks, and don't meddle in other people's business."

Jiao Xiaolian realized the other person was chirping a cricket at her, and her expression immediately changed.

"I was just showing you some concern, you're so ungrateful."

Xia Wange glanced at the other person, her gaze lingering on the bracelet for a moment, and said seriously, "Kapala, don't wear it, you can't handle it."