My Sloppy Husband Is Actually a Handsome Bigshot!-Chapter 169 - 166 Signature 1

Lin Zhenxin didn’t speak, and she followed Li Yanan along with the man to the back.

Not until they passed through a long corridor did they realize that what seemed to be an ordinary building actually held hidden wonders.

Large clusters of bougainvillea climbed up the eaves, with the vibrant magenta taking over an entire wall.

Moreover, other blooming flowers surrounded them, making the scene incredibly enchanting.

Lin Zhenxin didn’t speak.

Perhaps because Li Yanan was beside her, she didn’t feel particularly nervous.

Soon, she saw two elders playing chess on a stone table behind the blooming bougainvillea.

One was the director of the Chinese Association she had met previously at the Ruan Family, now wearing a traditional Tang suit and holding black pieces.

Sitting opposite him was a monk dressed in robes, holding white pieces.

The two engaged in a chess match, with the fragrant aroma of tea beside them and a birdcage hanging from a tree, emitting a melodious sound.

It was obvious the director was at a disadvantage. Although the monk was slightly superior in the game, he wasn’t aggressive.

No one greeted Lin Zhenxin or Li Yanan, not even the man who first led them here—he had vanished silently.

Both players focused on their game, not sparing them a glance.

After about three minutes, the director finally placed a black piece on the board with a frown.

The monk smiled and casually returned a white piece.

"No more!" The director exhaled the breath he’d been holding back.

In his view, his game was thoroughly blocked, with no chance of a comeback.

"You there." The director seemed to remember something and waved for Lin Zhenxin to come over.

Lin Zhenxin felt puzzled and instinctively looked at Li Yanan.

Li Yanan nodded, and only then did Lin Zhenxin step forward.

Once closer, Lin Zhenxin noticed the chessboard was actually attached to the stone table, meticulously carved and polished.

"Help me look at this game."

The director stroked his goatee and glared at the monk with displeasure.

Lin Zhenxin looked down and was momentarily stunned.

In her memory, someone had played the same game with her, but...

That was a distant memory.

"He’s trapping you here." Lin Zhenxin pointed at a spot on the chessboard.

"On the surface, no matter what move you make, you are doomed."

As soon as Lin Zhenxin said this, the director snorted disapprovingly.

"But if you move here..."

Lin Zhenxin placed a black piece down, as if breathing new life into the board, which looked hopeless.

"This is the escape route."

In her memory, it seemed someone had taught her this as well, Lin Zhenxin thought.

The director initially looked disdainful, but with Lin Zhenxin’s deft touch...

The seemingly doomed chessboard was miraculously revived!

The look he gave her suddenly became complex.

Li Yanan, standing not far away, observed all of this clearly.

Up to now, he didn’t understand why the director wanted to meet Zhenxin, but from the situation...

It didn’t seem to be harmful to them.

"You are very much like your mother."

The monk placed the pieces back in the box and clasped his palms together in a bow to Lin Zhenxin.

The moment he said this, the smile on Lin Zhenxin’s face froze completely...

"You’ve met my mother?"

Yes, the way to revive the chess game was taught to her by her mother.

The monk remained silent, smiling at her.

"She came here once?" Lin Zhenxin asked again, unable to describe her feelings.

"Master Tu once donated many offerings to our temple during her visit."

Lin Zhenxin fell silent, unsure of her feelings.

For many years, she hadn’t heard anything about her mother.

The last impression Xinya left in her mind was one of dislike and complexity when she left.

"Is that so?" Lin Zhenxin forced out the words.

"You and I are meant to be; I can help you interpret a fortune as a gesture of gratitude to Master Tu."

"Fortune-telling? Sorry, I don’t believe in that."

Lin Zhenxin’s expression was somewhat indifferent.

"Young girl, don’t be ignorant. Do you know how many rich people take private jets yearly just to have him interpret a fortune?"

The director stroked his white goatee as he spoke.

Lin Zhenxin pursed her lips, seemingly uninterested in the idea.

Li Yanan approached and stood by her side.

Lin Zhenxin instinctively reached out and grasped his large hand.

The small hand, which should have been warm and soft, was now stiff and cold.

"Was she well? I mean, when you saw her..."

Perhaps feeling Li Yanan’s warmth, Lin Zhenxin finally found the energy to speak again.

The monk looked at her with a sympathetic gaze.

That gaze made Lin Zhenxin very uncomfortable.

"Do you think this flower is beautiful?" the monk asked.

Lin Zhenxin glanced at the lush bougainvillea, nodding.

"If you think she is well, then she is well; if you think she isn’t, then she isn’t."

His words danced around without revealing anything useful.

"What can you help me with?" Lin Zhenxin asked again.

"A love disaster, a life and death disaster." The monk glanced at Li Yanan, then looked back at Lin Zhenxin.

Lin Zhenxin looked at him, honestly not fully trusting his words.

"I know, your fate is yours, not heaven’s." He smiled as if he could read her mind.

"Are you saying Zhenxin has a calamity in her fate?"

Li Yanan, who hadn’t spoken until now, suddenly opened his mouth, looking seriously at the monk.

"All things in the world have karma and reincarnation; she was never meant to have a smooth life. Isn’t having tribulations entirely normal?"

The monk’s words made Li Yanan’s brow furrow sharply.

"However, you shouldn’t have appeared in her life."

The monk glanced at Li Yanan, causing his features to instantly darken.

Indeed, he shouldn’t have appeared in Zhenxin’s life; it was his determination that changed all this.

Otherwise, they should have had no connection in this lifetime.

"Enough!" Lin Zhenxin stepped in front of Li Yanan, knowing only the present mattered!

Li Yanan placed his hand on her shoulder, his expression showing a gentle warmth.

For a moment, no one spoke, until another young monk approached holding a tube with fortune sticks.

The bamboo sticks clattered loudly in the tube.

Lin Zhenxin watched in silence, and the young monk stood quietly beside her without urging.

"Zhenxin, draw one." After a while, Li Yanan’s voice reached her ears.

Lin Zhenxin raised her head, meeting Li Yanan’s gaze.

In his eyes, a barely detectable worry flashed, something she had never seen in him before.

After a long pause with no words, she still reached out toward the young monk holding the tube.

Soon, a stick fell out of the tube.

Li Yanan bent down to pick up the bamboo stick and walked slowly to the monk, handing it over.

The director of the Chinese Association, stroking his beard, leaned in with apparent interest in Lin Zhenxin’s stick.

Lin Zhenxin, on the other hand, showed no special reaction, simply staring expressionlessly.

"This is a very bad fortune."

As soon as the monk said this, Li Yanan’s expression grew serious instantly. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Whether you believe it or not, within six months, you will face a great disaster."

Almost simultaneously, Lin Zhenxin felt a sharp pain from her wrist.

She instinctively looked down and saw Li Yanan’s hand gripping her so tightly it seemed about to dig into her flesh.

"At worst, it will draw blood; at best, it will cost your life and bring disaster to those around you."

The monk’s words shocked even the director of the Chinese Association, who instinctively glanced at Lin Zhenxin.

This girl has a calamity in her fate?

"Can it be resolved?" Li Yanan’s eyes turned sharp, and his voice was tense.

"Yes, leave her."

"Nonsense!" Lin Zhenxin snorted coldly, pulling Li Yanan to leave.

But Li Yanan stood firmly in place like a wooden stake, forcing Lin Zhenxin to stay as well.

"I have said, whether you believe it or not, but..."

The monk paused, his gaze sweeping over Li Yanan and Lin Zhenxin.

"If you turn despair into hope and a dead tree blooms, your latter years will be full of happiness, and even if there are waves, you will turn danger into peace."

The monk tossed the bamboo stick back into the tube held by a nearby monk, hitting it perfectly.

Li Yanan’s lips thinned, his eyes like a hawk’s as they coldly locked onto the monk.

"I appreciate your kindness, but if I cannot be with him, what difference does it make between living and dying?"

Lin Zhenxin let out a cold laugh, looking like a hedgehog with all its quills up in defense.

The monk remained silent, while the director of the Chinese Association appeared thoughtful.

Lin Zhenxin tightly grasped Li Yanan’s hand; from the start until now, he hadn’t said a word.

"You’ve lived half a life of solitude and harshness, and from looking at your face, something unexpected will happen within a day."

The monk looked directly into Li Yanan’s eyes, as if he hadn’t seen the hostility flicker across them.

Li Yanan’s brow tensed, seemingly suppressing anger.

"Let’s go."

Li Yanan forced himself to be calm, gripped Lin Zhenxin’s hand tightly, and turned to leave...

"You always said the secrets of heaven shouldn’t be revealed; why so much today?"

Seeing the two walk away, their figures disappearing, the director of the Chinese Association sighed and spoke.

"People pay for services to ward off disasters; meeting them today was fate. Besides... she is the destined one."

The monk spoke calmly, his gaze returning to the chess game.

"How mysterious, you really are like a charlatan."

The director huffed quietly, knowing this bald monk for three or four decades, yet it was the first time he saw him so concerned about other matters.

For some reason, the monk gazed into the distance where the two had gone, his eyes deep and long.

There was one more thing he didn’t mention.

But soon enough, they would find out...

After leaving the Chinese Association, Li Yanan hadn’t spoken, his handsome face was covered with a cold frost.

The two wandered aimlessly through Hui’an Ancient Town.

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