Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 123 - 124: Your Husband Is Already Dead

Su Nian continued, "You love your husband very much, and your marriage must be a good one. But he was in poor health and has already passed away. The man you encountered in your second marriage..."

But this ti, before Su Nian could finish, Qingyu’s expression changed in an instant!

She stared angrily at the screen. "My husband is perfectly fine! Please don’t spout such nonsense!"

"And while his health wasn’t the best, he had heart surgery a few days ago and is already much better. He’s going to be just like a normal person from now on! I love him very much, and I’m so grateful I t the right person!"

Su Nian paused. Seeing the dark, inky aura on her face grow thicker, she lowered her gaze and said softly, "Your husband has indeed passed away."

Qingyu, who was usually gentle, couldn’t stand hearing anyone speak ill of her husband.

She imdiately started arguing with Su Nian.

"Stop talking nonsense! He’s alive and well! He just went out to buy so grilled skewers!"

Su Nian saw the thick black fog swirling, seeming on the verge of filling the entire room.

Her tone was calm, yet her words pierced Qingyu’s heart like a sharp blade.

"Don’t you find it strange? As soone born and raised here, you’ve both always preferred sweeter foods. So why have his tastes changed so drastically all of a sudden?"

Qingyu faltered for a mont, then quickly scoffed. "It’s just a change in taste. What’s so strange about that?"

Su Nian’s gaze was sharp, a calm smile playing on her lips.

"Then do you dare to call him? Just say that spring is here and you’re craving so toon leaves."

Qingyu looked at her strangely. "Your reading is accurate—I really don’t eat toon leaves. But my husband is also very much alive. You got that part wrong."

But she quickly recovered. "Fine, I’ll call him! My husband and I have been together for so many years. Toon leaves are what brought us together! He knows I can’t stand them. Trying to test him with this is just pathetic!"

[I suddenly have no idea what the strear is getting at!]

[The guy is alive and well, why say he’s passed away? It can’t be that the one who’s alive is a ghost, right?]

[Whatever, I won’t doubt the strear. The strear has never been wrong before!]

As she spoke, Qingyu called her husband.

"Hey, honey, I’m craving so toon leaves. Can you buy so and bring them up later?"

Qingyu was full of confidence. Even though her husband had changed a little recently, there was no way he would get this wrong.

After all, you could say that toon leaves were what brought the two of them together.

Toon leaves held a special aning for them; it was impossible for him to forget.

"Mm, okay!"

A clear, crisp male voice ca from the phone.

...

Silence. Qingyu froze.

It took her a long mont to find her voice. When she did, she heard it trembling.

"O-Okay!"

[The strear was right again!]

[So scary. Could this be so kind of evil twin drama?]

[I actually think this is really creepy. What if her husband isn’t actually her husband anymore?]

All sorts of bizarre theories scrolled wildly through the comnts.

After a long while, Qingyu found her voice again.

Though she was trembling and doubtful, she still thought that perhaps there had been so kind of misunderstanding.

"Maybe he was just joking. Maybe he just forgot for a mont."

Su Nian shook her head. That wandering ghost had been living with her for so ti now; Qingyu must have noticed sothing was wrong.

But she loved her husband so much and didn’t want to be separated from him. That’s why she refused to think about such things, even deliberately avoiding the parts that felt off.

Su Nian asked, "Are you sure you want to continue like this?"

Qingyu bit her lip.

Su Nian sighed and added, "You will die in your bedroom tomorrow. As for your parents, one will die at a lectern, and the other will hang themself at ho."

Qingyu’s face instantly turned deathly pale. It was a long ti before she could slowly speak.

"I first started having suspicions a month ago. He had just gotten out of the hospital, but he beca very strange. His body was ice-cold."

"Then I noticed his taste in food had changed a lot. We both prefer lighter als, like stews and soups, but he started complaining that everything was bland."

"I thought it was strange, but a change in taste seed normal enough. Besides, it made sense that he’d change after such a major illness."

"It wasn’t until the last few days that I started to feel like things were getting more and more wrong.

"His daily life is different from before, too. He used to love going on road trips, but now, he never goes anywhere besides the barbecue stall at the entrance of our complex."

"Then there’s his job. He doesn’t seem to care about it anymore and has beco completely clueless. But I tried to understand that, too. He was seriously ill, had heart transplant surgery... After a near-death experience like that, so changes are to be expected, right?"

As Qingyu spoke, she started making excuses for him again.

"His personality might have changed, but he as a person hasn’t changed at all. He still loves and treats so well."

Su Nian said, "Oh, right, right, right. He loves you so much he forgot what your most hated food is."

"I..."

Qingyu fell silent, but it was obvious she was unhappy.

Su Nian was also getting annoyed. The signs that sothing was wrong with this man were so obvious—it was almost like he was a completely different person—yet Qingyu still thought it was just because of his illness.

Taking a mont to compose herself, Su Nian’s eyes shifted toward the door.

"You really think your husband is normal!"

"Yes. He’s just sick, that’s all," the young woman insisted, as stubborn as ever.

Su Nian pursed her lips. "Then why has he been standing in the doorway watching you this whole ti?"

Qingyu: ???

But with a single glance, she was so terrified her body froze. She didn’t dare to move a muscle. For the first ti, she felt true fear, and her scalp went numb.

Stunned by what Su Nian had said, she instinctively turned to look, only to discover sothing utterly shocking.

There was a mirror in the entryway. From her position, she could see the mirror, but not the person at the door.

She had been sitting on the sofa with her back to the front door the entire ti. And now, she saw a person in the mirror—it was her beloved husband.

He was motionless, one could even say rigid, standing there stock-still in the entryway, staring at the young woman on the sofa.

He was bundled up tightly, wearing that hooded sweatshirt he used to hate. But in their climate, so people wore short sleeves even in winter.

They had bought that sweatshirt on a trip to a colder region.

The air conditioning in the room was on low, and Qingyu was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

Even though it was a hot day, she broke out in a cold sweat from fear.

’When did he get here?’

’Why is he just standing blankly in the doorway staring at ? Why isn’t he bothered by the heat anymore?’

’And one last thing... what does he want?’

Countless questions flashed through Qingyu’s mind, but she failed to notice that the husband in the mirror was now slowly pulling back the corners of his mouth into a smile.

He saw that Qingyu had turned her head. She had seen him!