Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling

Chapter 213 - 214: Why Can’t She Wake Up?

"Don’t you have any idea why your daughter won’t wake up?"

Su Nian wore her usual arrogant expression.

The man was handsome enough, with the distinct air of the rich and powerful that suited this opulent manor. But there was one thing that stood out: a small scar just below his eyebrow.

It was only about two centimeters from his eye, yet it was incredibly conspicuous and radiated a sinister aura.

Su Nian could tell at a glance that the scar had something to do with a ghost.

Su Nian glanced upstairs again, her lips moving silently as if she were counting.

"Your daughter lives in the sixth room from the right, doesn’t she? The one with the swing and the pool outside."

The wealthy woman, who had been so imperious a moment ago, froze on the spot.

She stared blankly at Su Nian.

A sense of guilt washed over her. ’Could this woman actually know something?’

The man fell silent for a moment. After a long pause, he said stiffly, "No, that’s a servant’s room!"

Hearing the man’s denial, the surprise in the woman’s eyes nearly spilled over, but she ultimately just lowered her head in silence.

Su Nian turned to Qing Ran. "You have his birth date and time for a reading, right? Let me see."

Qing Ran was still all smiles, ready to follow Su Nian’s lead.

At her word, he actually handed a slip of paper with the man’s birth details to Su Nian.

The man’s face paled, but before he could make a move, Su Nian’s fingers were already twitching as she rapidly began her calculations.

"Quite the rare fate. Destined for wealth, nobility, a long life, and lasting fortune."

"Of course."

A fine cold sweat had broken out on the man’s brow, but hearing Su Nian’s words, he instantly puffed up with self-righteous confidence.

It was as if his sweat had evaporated on the spot.

"A pity. But like I was saying, you stole it all."

The moment Su Nian spoke, the man exploded. The cold sweat that had just vanished reappeared instantly.

"You’re a fraud, spouting nonsense and putting on this whole mystical act! This is slander!"

"And you, Qing Ran! Take her and leave now, and I’ll let this go. Otherwise, you can forget about running that little association of yours."

Su Nian’s expression shifted, and a smirk played on her lips.

"Ooooh... let this go... Ooooh... forget about running it..."

Her mocking, passive-aggressive tone nearly made the man choke with rage.

"You moron. Still trying to put on an act for me? Let me tell you just one thing: you’re not going to live through the night."

Su Nian rolled her eyes and said in a leisurely drawl.

"You’re talking nonsense! Qing Ran, you can forget about your association!"

But the usually deferential Qing Ran just shook his head calmly and looked toward Su Nian.

’With a master like her here, the association could wait.’

Qing Ran’s eyes shone, but he didn’t say a word.

If the man could have read the look in his eyes, he would have understood it as the sparkling adoration of a die-hard fan for their idol.

Su Nian’s gaze was haughty, and her words were as sharp as a knife.

"I see that you’re over forty, with a single, only daughter. She’s your biological child. And you killed her with your own two hands. The person lying upstairs is indeed your daughter, but she isn’t in a coma. She’s a corpse that’s been dead for a long, long time!"

HISS...

The security guards, who had been silently enjoying the drama, couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. Figuring that since they were already part of the spectacle, they might as well get in on the juicy gossip, the guards had been huddled to the side with their ears wide open.

But hearing this, they couldn’t stop themselves from making a sound.

’Bombshell! What a total bombshell!’

Especially when they remembered how the master of the house put on a daily show, bringing milk for the young miss to drink, or tearfully reading her favorite fairy tales, trying to wake her up.

The same fatherly love that had once moved them to tears now filled them with absolute terror.

’So all this time, he’s been putting on an act for a corpse?’

’A corpse he created with his own hands...’