Wealth Gone and Family Scattered Within a Month

He Dan also threw a punch, his fist as large as a grinding stone, smashing the small table to pieces. Meng the Half-Immortal turned pale with fear, trembling incessantly. He secretly thought things were bad. Damn it, the person was already dead, so why come for a fortune reading?

And they kept asking about their father's situation; they were clearly here to cause trouble!

"Please calm down, let's talk this over. Have a cup of tea to cool off."

A beautiful young woman stepped out, carrying two cups of hot tea. She intended to place them on the table, but since it was broken, she had to put them on a chair. This woman was Meng the Half-Immortal's young "pretty wife."

"Cool off my ass! My father has been dead for eighteen years, yet you couldn't calculate that? What kind of 'Half-Immortal' are you? You're clearly a traveling fraud!" Lin Xianghong pointed at Meng the Half-Immortal and cursed loudly. Every word stabbed like a knife, taking half of Meng's life away.

He had worked hard to build his reputation; he couldn't let these two bastards destroy it.

"Are you two here specifically to cause trouble? From the moment you walked in, you never mentioned your father was dead; you kept leading me on. You're here for the two thousand yuan compensation, aren't you? Fine, I, Meng Haifeng, love making friends. I'll give you the two thousand yuan."

Meng the Half-Immortal guessed their intention and decided to pay to end the matter. Making a scene would do him no good.

"Who wants your stinking money! I didn't say my father was dead, but did I say he was alive? You're supposed to be a 'Half-Immortal,' yet you can't even tell the living from the dead. What kind of 'Half-Immortal' is that? Clearly an old fraud!"

Lin Xianghong was very sharp-tongued. The customers who initially thought he was being unreasonable now nodded in agreement. Indeed, if he couldn't even tell if someone was dead or alive, what right did he have to be called a "Half-Immortal"?

This Meng the Half-Immortal was truly just a hollow name.

"Even a good horse stumbles sometimes. That's why my Old Meng only dares to call himself a 'Half-Immortal,' not a 'Full Immortal'!" The young wife smiled brightly, her attitude excellent and her eloquence even better.

No one hits a smiling face. Since the young wife spoke so tactfully and humbled herself, Lin Xianghong couldn't continue being aggressive. Besides, the tasks his sister-in-law assigned were finished; they didn't need to cause more trouble.

"If your skills aren't up to par, don't hang a 'Half-Immortal' sign. Your mouth is big, but your skill is lacking," Lin Xianghong mocked.

Meng the Half-Immortal's face was extremely unsightly. The reputation he had spent years building was destroyed by this bastard who looked like a skinny monkey. Today's events would surely spread throughout Fucheng quickly. Who would dare come for a reading now?

What was the background of these two bastards?

"Where's the two thousand yuan?" Lin Xianghong shouted arrogantly.

It would be a waste not to take the money; he didn't hate cash.

The young wife gritted her teeth. She had thought they didn't want the money anymore; their skin was truly thick. Meng the Half-Immortal winked at her, and she went inside to get a stack of bills, handing them to Lin Xianghong.

Lin Xianghong counted them. Two thousand yuan, not a cent missing. Satisfied, he tucked it into his pocket and said, "This Meng the Half-Immortal should change his name. Fucheng only has Jiang the Half-Immortal; there is no Meng the Half-Immortal. From now on, you should change your name to Meng the Blind!"

How could Meng the Half-Immortal not understand now? It was that woman surnamed Jiang playing tricks. Damn it!

"Are you two friends of Jiang the Half-Immortal? My apologies. I've always respected Jiang the Half-Immortal. Perhaps there's a misunderstanding?" Meng the Half-Immortal suppressed his anger, his tone very gentle. Those who didn't know better would think he and Jiang Hanyan were on good terms.

"Is Master Meng clear on whether there's a misunderstanding? We were supposed to mind our own business—you do your fraud, I do my readings, no interference. But you insisted on playing tricks behind my back. Don't blame me for being unkind!"

Jiang Hanyan pushed open the door and walked in, smiling at Meng the Half-Immortal. Lin Xianghong and He Dan retreated to Lu Chen's side. The three of them stood like three Guardian Kings, protecting Jiang Hanyan.

A few more customers arrived. Seeing the scene, they stood aside to watch. Someone asked the existing customers and learned that the two big "Half-Immortals" of Fucheng were "fighting."

"Is that beautiful girl Jiang the Half-Immortal? I heard she's very accurate, and her medical skills are superb."

"Her reading fee is expensive, fifty yuan a quatrain."

"As long as it's accurate, expensive is fine. I'm not coming to this Meng the Half-Immortal anymore. He can't even tell the living from the dead. Useless."

"Exactly. I also think this Meng guy is no good, just a liar. Better to find Jiang the Half-Immortal in the future."

The customers whispered, and their voices weren't small. Meng the Half-Immortal heard it all, his face looking like he wanted to kill someone. This woman surnamed Jiang was ruthless, trying to cut off his livelihood.

"Master Jiang, one should show mercy where possible. Don't go too far!" Meng the Half-Immortal said deeply.

"You played tricks on me first. Am I not allowed to fight back? Let's stop the nonsense. In our profession, we must use real skill to convince people. How about this: I'll read a quatrain for you. If it doesn't come true within a month, I'll wash my hands of this business and never read fortunes in Fucheng again. But if I'm right, you'll behave yourself from now on and stop bothering me. How about it?"

Jiang Hanyan glanced at the features of the young wife and Meng the Half-Immortal. She felt a bit of sympathy for the man; she shouldn't be too heartless, or he really wouldn't be able to survive.

"Fine."

Meng the Half-Immortal felt an underlying unease, but he had to accept the challenge, or he'd be looked down upon even more.

Besides, he wanted to know what Jiang Hanyan would predict.

The customers were instantly intrigued, wanting to hear what she would say.

Jiang Hanyan glanced at the young wife, then at Meng the Half-Immortal, and shook her head. "A pity. Within a month, Master Meng will surely face a family disaster. Your wealth will vanish, your family will scatter, and you will become a lonely soul."

The customers' expressions changed drastically. This was far too harsh!

Meng the Half-Immortal laughed in anger and mocked, "I should thank Master Jiang for not saying I'd be dead."

He currently had a beautiful wife, a young son, and vast wealth. His life was perfect; who didn't envy him?

To dare say his wealth would vanish and his family would scatter within a month—hmph, pure nonsense!

"Master Meng might not have a long life, but you aren't short-lived either. Living another twenty or thirty years won't be a problem. Take care of yourself!"

With that, Jiang Hanyan glanced at the young wife again and turned to leave.

Lu Chen gave Meng the Half-Immortal a cold look before following Jiang Hanyan. Lin Xianghong and He Dan followed close behind. Soon, the four of them had left the courtyard.

Meng the Half-Immortal felt a chill down his spine. He recognized Lu Chen, the famous "Malevolent Deity" of Fucheng. He also knew Jiang Hanyan was Lu Chen's wife and couldn't help but regret it. If he had known, he wouldn't have provoked her.

But his business had been declining lately. Many customers were running to Jiang Hanyan, and his income had dropped sharply. He wasn't willing to accept it!

Meng the Half-Immortal sighed. After such a scene, his business would likely be even harder.

He was heavy with worry and didn't notice the strange expression on his young wife's face. He sighed and told her to pour a cup of hot tea, then brought out his chubby son. He needed to play with his son to cheer himself up.

The young wife looked at Meng the Half-Immortal with a complex gaze, then went inside to brew tea and brought the son out. As Meng played with the boy, his mood improved. The young wife's eyes wavered for a moment before becoming determined.

As soon as they left the Meng house, Lin Xianghong asked impatiently, "Sister, will Meng the Scoundrel really become a lonely soul within a month? Will his wife and son die?"