CH 11

Seeing the copper plates, Ya Qing looked stunned. He hurriedly pulled Yun Zhi’s sleeve.

The more they count this person’s fate, the less money they get.

Looking at the few copper plates on the ground, Yun Zhi almost fell to his knees.

He met her today… It was his own bad luck.

There were only one or two cards left in the lottery box. Yun Zhi couldn’t control himself, after shaking it five times, he sweated profusely.

At this time, if this person was not satisfied…

The original gold ingot had turned into silver, the silver ingot had turned into broken silver, and the broken silver had turned into a handful of copper plates. 

Now there were only two copper plates left in this person’s hand.

Seeing that Shi Qing reached out to pick one of the lottery cards, Yun Zhi’s eyelids twitched.

He patted the back of his hand with an anxious sign.

Please leave a way out, sister…

“Here…” The tone was rather helpless.

Not to mention Yun Zhi, even Buddha could be pissed off by such a devout “believer”.

Shi Qing took the card and looked at it.

[The card says: The good future is just a stone’s throw away.]

On the sign, it was a blessing in disguise, it meant your good luck was around the corner.

Seeing the sign, Shi Qing raised her eyebrow and finally showed a genuine smile on her face.

Showing off reservedly, she said, “Oh, I knew my life was good.” 

Yun Zhi resisted the urge to roll his eyes and swear.

If you looked down at all the wooden cards under your feet, you would not say such a thing.

The ashes from the pot were smeared on his collarbone, and with a careless tug, the white jade-like skin under the collar looking too conspicuous came into view.

Seeing this, Ya Qing reacted very quickly, put his hand on Yun Zhi’s shirt, and winked at him.

Yun Zhi’s face stiffened for a moment, and he retracted his hand embarrassedly.

He forgot what a shitty “matriarchal society” it was.

Shi Qing and Mi He, who were on the opposite side of the master and servant’s movements, didn’t notice at all, they only had the wooden signs in their eyes.

In the face of survival, a man’s skin was a f*rt!

Even though a man was n*ked, Shi Qing wouldn’t care to take a look.

Mi He asked in a low voice, “Little Master, didn’t you say you do not believe in fate?” 

Not to mention Yun Zhi’s master and servant, even Mi He was stunned by Shi Qing’s behavior.

She stared at the seven or eight wooden signs on the ground.

Was this called fate? Who would believe this??

Shi Qing flicked the copper plate into Yun Zhi’s hand and stood up holding the wooden sign.

The sun had just risen, and the sheen was shining behind her.

Shi Qing looked like a peach blossom petal, and the red clothes made her already flamboyant face even more radiant, “Believe, I only believe in my fate.”

Even if it was for self-comfort, for a while, it made her happy.

Shi Qing was happy, but Yun Zhi felt that he was being tricked.

He looked up at the heavy purse hanging on Shi Qing’s waist, and his eyes flickered.

He was busy for a long time today, and although he only earned one copper plate, Shi Qing taught him a lesson.

That was, one could not have a conscience, if one wanted to make money.

Yun Zhi decided to go over the wall and steal money from her home tonight!

By playing such an oolong with him, this person’s conscience didn’t hurt, then why should he care?!

Shi Qing took the sign that she asked for, lifted his foot, and stepped into a jewelry shop— Eight Treasure Pavilion.

This was the largest jewelry store in the capital, covering an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, with a total of three floors.

As the largest store, Eight Treasure Pavilion had both Beijing fashion and custom designs.

Shi Qing had given hand-painted drawings and customized a hairpin for her father as a birthday gift.

(Translated by Beauty Brute.)

In the last two days, first, there were celebrations and then there was a public divorce, and after that the dream. So, he didn’t have the time to pick it up.

He just came to the market today to pick up the hairpin.