Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 771: [Yan Jian Extra]31, Are You a Witch? _4

After looking for a while, she pointed her fingertip at a spot almost broken in the middle of his lifeline: "Look, you have a major catastrophe in your fate. This major catastrophe is at the one-third point of your lifeline, almost like you’re 28 years old, huh?" She looked up seriously: "How old are you this year?"

Dumb trick, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

She knows he’s an employee of the Fude Group, even found out his address, so can she not know his age this year?

Deliberately using this to trick him into believing her. Does she really think he has the same IQ as her?

Yan Yu continued to exclaim seriously: "Oh my God, could it be that you are exactly 28 this year? Look, look, am I accurate!"

After Yan Yu said this, she was so nervous that she was sweating all over.

Fortune-telling and lying also require skills, oh my God, it’s really hard.

Ben Shaming couldn’t help but grind his teeth: "Dare I ask, what is your noble surname? Let me guess, wouldn’t it also be Tang?"

Yan Yu was momentarily shocked, still thinking about how to continue fortune-telling, and naturally nodded: "Yes, my dad’s surname is Tang."

Ben Shaming gave a cold smile: "Oh wow, I can also tell fortunes, look how accurate I am!"

At this moment, Yan Yu finally snapped out of it, realizing he was mocking her, her gaze suddenly turning anguished.

Ben Shaming couldn’t resist rolling his eyes at her again, turned his head away, and stared out the window.

Yan Yu took a deep breath, both angry and frustrated, her voice trembling slightly.

"I know what kind of person you see me as: ugly, stupid, yet still conceited, right?"

He snorted: "Congratulations, you finally got one right."

Yan Yu’s mind was flooded with emotions—she just knew it, knew it, the world of deduction was not meant for her, she should stay in her sweet dessert world. In the dessert world, it was all warm and sweet; but in the world of deduction, it was cold all over.

She didn’t play well with it; she really wanted to retreat back to her true world.

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She was silent, trembling slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled one by one.

Her curly hair was also trembling, one strand after another.

Even the fibers on her oversized sweater, which were clearly visible in the bright sunshine, were trembling...

That overwhelming dizziness hit him again. This woman, was she sent to challenge his patience and verify his level of OCD and anxiety, wasn’t she?

He irritably thumped the table lightly again: "Stop shaking!"

Yan Yu was startled again, not knowing what he meant, looked up at him in confusion.

That glance finally let him, through her tortoiseshell glasses, "fortunately" see her eyes clearly in the strong light.

Crystal clear, yet—eyes slightly red.

He furrowed his brows, irritably turning his gaze away, trying hard to restrain himself as he said: "...I mean, I haven’t left yet, nor have I said I won’t listen to you anymore. So, instead of shaking, you might as well calm down quickly and finish what you were saying."

Yan Yu immediately became happy, took another large sip of aged Pu’er tea.

"Yeah, you’re right, though your evaluation of me is poor, you didn’t say you were leaving, nor did you say I couldn’t speak." Her tone was almost grateful.

He closed his eyes briefly, sighed quietly, thought: Tang Yanyu, I tolerate you only because of your Tang Family identity.

I tolerate you, simply because you are easy to fool.

Just because... you are ugly and stupid, making me not bother to be wary of you.

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Yan Yu didn’t know what he was thinking, only silently grabbing his hand again, seriously sliding her fingertip towards his lifeline.

She didn’t know, this action was both deadly and ticklish to him.

A very contradictory yet fresh feeling.

She earnestly said: "But for this catastrophe, your adversary is not a woman, but should be a man."

He believed she was speaking nonsense again, saying this just to make him stop distrusting her little sister, because her little sister was a woman.

But she might not know that her words precisely hit the point.

His target was men, not women.

Clever, ruthless women are not scarce, but their intelligence and decisiveness often only work in some areas, women’s overall perspective is weak, so the true target of this setup is ultimately men.

He took a breath: "Really? Then have you seen what kind of man?"

Yan Yu’s heart quietly skipped.

She wanted to take a risk, wanted... to test him a little.

Therefore, she hung her head deeply, seemingly carefully observing his palm lines, but actually cautiously hiding her expression, not letting him see any clues.

"...I see your opponent is not just one man, but at least two."

His pupils suddenly deepened.

He forcefully withdrew his hand from her palm, coldly chuckling repeatedly: "Tang Yanyu, have you had enough fun?"

Yan Yu’s heart also violently trembled; terrified, she looked up, meeting his gaze.

Has he seen through her?

"I’m not playing." She tried hard to keep calm, "Your reaction tells me I was right."