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"Open the door." Xie Yan's deep voice was already a little impatient.

She let out a long breath and said, "I'm not in the apartment."

"Where is it?" The sound of the elevator door opening could be heard from where Xie Yan was speaking.

She didn't answer, and her voice was cold: "Can we meet after I get off work?"

"We can meet now, where are you, tt?" When Xie Yansheng heard the word 'meet', he could no longer hide the joy in his heart.

"I don't have time now. Please wait for my call in the evening." Wen Lan saw Zhou Qiao walking down the stairs and hurriedly ended the call.

Xie Yansheng was quite sensible and didn't call again.

Wen Lan got into the car with Zhou Qiao's help, and the car quickly drove out of the city and onto a provincial road leading to Linxian County.

"It's so far away. I thought the fortune teller was in Jiangcheng." Wen Lan chuckled.

"If a great immortal lives in a bustling city, her aura will disappear over time." Zhou Qiao said mysteriously, "My mother said that this Li Great Immortal is amazing. Her relationships and marriages with several of her best friends are all over the place." That’s right.”

"Have you seen Li Daxian?" Wen Lan's interest also became high.

Zhou Qiao shook his head, "I didn't believe it at all when I brought my mother here last time. When my mother came out of the Daxian's house and was about to have her fortune-telling, the Daxian's house had already closed its doors."

"Isn't it good to make money and still close the door to thank customers?" Wen Lan asked in disbelief.

"In order to maintain long-term psychic ability, Li Daxian will immediately ask his family to close the door as soon as he is slightly unable to do what he wants. No matter how much money you pay, he will not show up."

Zhou Qiao said sadly, "No matter who goes to find Li Daxian, it's all a matter of luck. If you're lucky, you can hear him say a few words, but if you're not lucky, it's just a half-day trip to the countryside!"

Wen Lan remembered that Xie Yansheng had taken her to the Chenghuang Temple to ask for a signature when she was in Beijing a few years ago. The signature was a swallow holding mud.

The old man who interpreted the signature said it was a marriage signature.

Because in the wind and rain, the swallows carrying the mud to build the nest is no more than a laborious effort, and in the end it can only be in vain.

Before seeing Li Daxian, Wen Lan had a bad feeling.

She also couldn't understand. She had never believed in such nonsense before, so why did she suddenly believe it?

She subconsciously put a hand on her belly, her gaze showing a tenderness that she didn't realize she had.

The call rang, and it turned out to be the landline at the TT front desk.

Wen Lan quickly opened it, and the sweet voice of the lady at the front desk came, "Designer Wen, Mr. Xie wants to see you and said that he has made an appointment with you on the phone."

Wen Lan bit her lip.

The appointment on the phone was after get off work. Why would Xie Yansheng go to see her at this time?

"Designer Wen, Mr. Xie——" before the receptionist finished speaking, Xie Yan's deep voice came from the mobile phone, "Lanlan, I rushed over when I heard that you were going to meet."

"I'm out of bed because of something else." Wen Lan pressed the swelling on his forehead that hadn't completely dissipated, "I'll call you when I'm done."

"Send me your location and I'll go see you now." Xie Yansheng's tone was strong.

Wen Lan didn't expect him to be so aggressive, and frowned: "I'm busy, so I won't say anything anymore."

She took the initiative to end the call, but she didn't expect Xie Yansheng to call again on her mobile phone.

She hurriedly turned her phone to silent, and her world became quiet.

"Did I hear you right? You asked Xie Zhazha to meet you tonight?" Zhou Qiao smirked in disbelief, "Do you have any physical needs?"

"We have serious matters to discuss." Wen Lan's face was unusually solemn.

"How serious, let's talk about it." No matter how imaginative Zhou Qiao was, he never imagined that Wen Lan was pregnant.

Wen Lan shook his head and said, "Keep it secret."

"Xie Zhazha, your good ex-husband is getting engaged again next month." Zhou Qiao started gossiping, "An Zhen is the one that Mr. Xie and Mrs. Xie like. In order to marry her, Mrs. Xie gave her a set of lake Jingfang Villa. The story about you and Xie Zhazha’s car crash happened at An Zhen’s place.”

Wen Lan's heart felt like it was poked by something.

What a generous act!

What you like and what you don't like are so clear-cut to Mrs. Xie.

"The marriage between the Xie family and the An family is nothing more than the complementarity of government and business. If they are to be tied together in the future, they will both prosper and suffer. By then, the marriage between Xie Yansheng and An Zhen will be stronger than the Eiffel Tower!"

Zhou Qiao shook her head in confusion, "I just don't understand. Xie Yansheng is so bohemian, how could he obey his parents' orders and marry An Zhen?"

Wen Lan didn't comment, but his heart was overturned.

An hour later, Zhou Qiao drove around and arrived at a town surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The door of Li Daxian's house was closed tightly, and Zhou Qiao sighed in disappointment.

Knowing that Li Daxian was closing the door to thank guests again, she still got out of the car and asked a neighbor before giving up.

Wen Lan didn't give up and looked at his watch. It was only half past one in the afternoon and hurriedly persuaded Zhou Qiao to wait.

Zhou Qiao returned to the car, adjusted the seat, and lay down. "I didn't sleep well last night. I'm going to take a nap."

"You can sleep peacefully, I'll take a look." Wen Lan cheered up, looked at his phone for a while and then looked at the gate of the Immortal's house.

Xie Yansheng sent several WeChat messages asking her where she was.

She didn't reply.

When her mobile phone had only ten batteries left, the door to Li Daxian's house suddenly opened!

"Qiao Qiao! Wake up!" She pulled Zhou Qiao's hand and opened the car door.

Zhou Qiao stood up in excitement and helped her, "Hurry!"

The two walked into a dilapidated farmyard, and under the guidance of Li Daxian's wife, they came to a smoke-filled west wing.

Wen Lan imagined that the immortal should have white hair and beard, and look like an immortal, but Li Daxian, who was sitting on a worn wooden chair, completely overturned her perception.

Li Daxian looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a pale face and a thin body.

He was wearing a washed-out blue Zhongshan suit and a hat of the same color with several holes of different sizes on it.

What was even more horrifying was that Li Daxian's right eyeball was turned outward, and there was no life at all!

Wen Lan and Zhou Qiao looked at each other in surprise!

"What do you two want to ask?" Li Daxian spoke slowly, his voice was shrill.

"Of course, it's about marriage and love!" Zhou Qiao had recovered from the discomfort just now and rushed to say.

"Sit down and tell me your birth date." Li Daxian's voice was very low.

As soon as Zhou Qiao sat down, the chair made a "creaking" sound, which scared her so much that she stood up immediately and said her birth date.

Li Daxian repeated it in a low voice several times, and said faintly, "Too much gold and water, a real widow's fate--"

Zhou Qiao was furious and immediately frowned, "I haven't been married for two months, and you are talking nonsense!"

"I only talk about the fate brought by the birth date." Li Banxian's expression was as calm as before, "My words will come true within three years. If I am wrong, you can come and smash my sign."

"I took the wrong medicine today, so I came to this damn place to listen to you curse me!" Zhou Qiao angrily pulled Wen Lan and was about to leave.

Wen Lan shook her head at her.

Since you are here, just listen.

Zhou Qiao ran out of the west wing with a cold face.

Wen Lan took a deep breath and said her birth date.