Fortune Teller Master

Wang Xiuying’s expression looked like she was about to cry, she quickly reached out to cover her son’s mouth, and forced a smile: “Master, this child is too young to do fortune-telling.”

Lin Qingyin held her chin and looked at Wang Xiuying: “Although there is a saying that the predecessors planted the tree and the later generations enjoy the shade, if the later generations do not know how to be grateful and instead are full of calculations, this tree might not be able to shelter him from the wind and rain in the future.”

Wang Xiuying’s embarrassed face was sweating. She lowered her head and did not dare to make a sound. She understood her thoughts and wished that all her husband’s property could be given to her mother, not even a penny to her stepson. But Zhang Mingyu’s maternal grandfather helped his husband to have his current career and assets, so she didn’t dare to put all her little actions on the surface, and felt guilty.

Lin Qingyin glanced at her and turned to look at Mother Li. Mother Li was so excited when she saw Lin Qingxin staring at her, her hands trembled. Seeing her mother’s expression, Li Jiahui almost laughed out loud, and deliberately asked: “Master, can you see if my grandfather has a stray daughter or something?”

Mother Li wanted to reach out to cover Li Jiahui’s mouth, but in front of Lin Qingyin, she didn’t dare to make a move, for fear of making this young master angry, then making her say something scary.

Lin Qingyin smiled happily at Mother Li. Mother Li quickly waved her hand: “No, don’t, I don’t need divination.”

Li Jiahui blinked: “Mom, why don’t ask about my marriage? Don’t you care about this matter the most?”

This sentence touched the heart of Mother Li. She took a deep breath and took out her mobile phone to open the payment interface: “Master, I want to ask about the marriage of this child.” She was afraid that Lin Qingyin would say more, so she quickly added: “It’s only marriage, not her uncle and aunt.”

Lin Qingyin accepted the money, looked at Li Jiahui’s face, asked about her birthday, and then said: “She has a tough personality, courage, strategy, and perseverance. She has smooth life in her studies and career, but she is not suitable for early marriage.”

Mother Li didn’t care about her daughter’s academics or career, she was anxious about her marriage. When she heard that she was not suitable for early marriage, her heart was half cold, and she asked subconsciously, “Why?”

Lin Qingyin smiled lightly: “Everyone’s personality is different and their fate is different. For you, getting married early and starting a family early is the most worry-free life; but for your daughter, taking such a road is equivalent to ruining her life. Judging from Li Jiahui’s face, her marriage was around 30 years old and her career was very successful. If she gets married earlier than this age, not only will she not be happy, but even her relationship with her parents will be affected.”

Mother Li was completely stunned. If it was another person, she would probably scold people, but Lin Qingyin had figured out the brother she didn’t know. She had to believe it.

“Then we will listen to the master.” Mother Li instructed Li Jiahui beside her in a sullen mood: “You should study hard, otherwise it will affect your career!”

Li Jiahui didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Although her mother still had an obsession with her marriage, it was the best result for her.