The former vitality of Jiang Sheng had vanished. His eyes seemed to be veiled in a layer of gloomy ash. No matter how Pei Ying called him, he didn't respond at all.
He would only slowly and blankly tug at Pei Ying's sleeve, crying and laughing, just like a three - or four - year - old child.
Pei Ying's heart sank. Jiang Sheng was an artist under her. Now he had inexplicably become a fool. If this got out, she would surely be held accountable.
She subconsciously glanced at the yellow talisman paper that had already turned to ashes on the ground. Her heart skipped a beat. As if remembering something, she suddenly scrambled up from the ground.
"Right, there's Yu Nian. I'll go find Yu Nian now!"
Pei Ying was like a madwoman who had grabbed the last straw. She pulled Jiang Sheng and ran out of the door.
.............
The afterglow was spilling. High - rise buildings towered on the busiest commercial street in City B.
A tall and straight man walked out of the luxurious building marked "Feng Group", attracting the attention of many young men and women.
Chen Xian took Feng Chengyuan's coat and asked softly, "Boss, you've been busy all day. How about going to eat something?"
Feng Chengyuan shook his head. "Go straight back to the hotel."
Without Yu Nian by his side, his old anorexia problem had resurfaced. He had no appetite for anything.
Chen Xian sighed. Just as he was about to open the car door, he heard a commotion coming from the front - left. It seemed that someone was arguing.
Feng Chengyuan looked up and saw an old beggar in rags blocking a young man.
The old beggar was counting on his fingers, as if he was telling the young man's fortune.
"Kid, I see that you have a full forehead and a square chin. You're a once - in - a - century genius for cultivating immortality!" The old beggar paused for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I have a Taoist secret art that has been passed down only to women for many years. I'm old and don't have many years to live. For the sake of inheritance, I've decided to sell this secret book to you at a low price. What do you think?"
The young man twitched the corner of his mouth. "Why does your script sound so familiar? And... I'm a man! How can you pass it on to me?"
The old beggar clicked his tongue. With a flip of his wrist, he produced an old book. "Young man, we're fated. I'll make an exception and sell it to you!"
The young man was shocked by the old beggar's actions. He was a bit shaken. "How much?"
"Only 998! Take it home!"
The young man gritted his teeth and transferred the money. But the moment he got the book, his face changed. "A delicious recipe? Are you kidding me?"
"Hey, just scold me a bit. Don't hit me... Ouch, stop hitting. I'll return your money. I'm sorry, okay?"
The young man didn't let it go. He unilaterally beat the old beggar. Their noisy appearance attracted many passers - by to watch.
Chen Xian knew that his boss liked quietness. He quickly said, "Boss, let's go."
But Feng Chengyuan was still looking at the old beggar. Maybe because he had been with Yu Nian for a long time, his perception of the soul was extremely sensitive.
Surprisingly, the soul of this old beggar was extremely powerful, almost on par with Yu Nian's!
At the thought of Yu Nian, Feng Chengyuan suddenly felt a bit emotional.
At this moment, the old beggar had been punched by the young man and had two nosebleeds. He looked extremely embarrassed.
The young man was still not satisfied. He punched again at the old beggar's face, but his fist was intercepted in mid - air by a strong hand and he immediately deflated.
The young man winced in pain and cursed angrily, "Who the hell are you? Don't meddle in other people's business!"
Feng Chengyuan glanced at him expressionlessly. "Look clearly. This is not the place for you to cause trouble."
The young man was stunned. Finally, he realized that he was still standing in front of a subsidiary of the Feng Group. Seeing the security guards at the door walking towards him with electric batons, he immediately wisely stopped and took the money Chen Xian gave him and ran away quickly.
The surrounding crowd dispersed. Feng Chengyuan gave the old beggar some cash and turned to leave.
"Hey, young man, wait a minute."
The old beggar casually wiped his nosebleed and grinned heartlessly. He took out a crimson - purple flower from his bosom and said to Feng Chengyuan, "Stretch out your hand."
Feng Chengyuan was puzzled. "What for?"
"We're fated. This flower is extremely powerful. If you sleep with it, you can foresee the future."
Feng Chengyuan smiled. "How many people are you fated with?"
The old beggar was a bit anxious. "I'm really not lying to you. This flower is called Sui Nian. It only blooms once every two hundred years. It means year after year!"
Feng Chengyuan's steps paused. "... Nian Nian?"
His eyes softened instantly. He reached out to take the flower and asked, "How much?"
The old beggar grinned. "Only 998! Take it home!"
Chen Xian:..........
"Give him the money." Feng Chengyuan got in the car with the flower. He casually glanced out of the car window, only to find that the old beggar who had just been standing below the building had disappeared...
After Feng Chengyuan returned to the hotel, he took a hot bath, drank some sleep - aiding red wine and then went to bed. The little crimson - purple flower was casually placed beside his pillow.
The moonlight was pouring down. After Feng Chengyuan's breathing became even, the Sui Nian flower actually trembled as if it had come to life. Then it suddenly flew up and landed on Feng Chengyuan's forehead, disappearing at a visible speed.
That night, Feng Chengyuan dreamed of Yu Nian.
It seemed to be a winter morning. Goose - feather - like snow was floating in the sky, covering the ground in white.
The bright sunlight shone through the French window on the soft and big bed. Yu Nian was bare - footed, lying leisurely on the bed reading a book.
She was wearing a light - white knitted dress, with a slender figure.
Her black hair, like satin, was casually scattered, making her skin look even fairer.
In the dream, he leaned against the door, looking at Yu Nian gently for a long time before slowly walking into the room.
He sat beside Yu Nian and naturally put his arm around her slender waist.
" Nian Nian," his voice was low and slow, "you're ignoring me."
Yu Nian smiled at him and then put her arms around his neck. She teased, "President Feng, please watch your words. How come I never noticed before that you're such a clingy person?"
Feng Chengyuan raised his eyebrows. Then, taking advantage of Yu Nian's inattention, he snatched the scripture from her hand. Relying on his height, he held the book high.
Yu Nian wasn't angry. She casually poked Feng Chengyuan's waist.
"Give it back to me. This is a rare copy."
Feng Chengyuan laughed and held the book even higher.
Yu Nian was amused by his actions. Her jet - black eyes looked at Feng Chengyuan for a moment. Then she tilted her head slightly and kissed the corner of Feng Chengyuan's mouth.
"Is it okay now? Give it back to me quickly."
Feng Chengyuan enjoyed it and curved his eyes, but deliberately kept a straight face and still refused to let go.
Yu Nian glared at him and kissed his lips again.
"... Feng Chengyuan, you're going too far!"
Feng Chengyuan laughed and coughed softly twice. Afraid of really making Yu Nian angry, he leaned over and gently pecked her red lips the moment Yu Nian pulled back. Then he handed the book over.
Yu Nian snorted and reached out to take it, but was hugged tightly by Feng Chengyuan. The two were playing around, enjoying the wonderful moment...