Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 188 - 189: Abnormal Aesthetics

The screams and wails were over in an instant, but the ear-piercing sound seed capable of shattering glass.

The human head balloon didn’t need a mirror to imagine its current hideous state. It loved hiding outside windows to scare people, but it certainly didn’t want to scare itself!

"You... You, you, you!"

Its full head of beautiful hair had been utterly ruined by her in an instant. The human head balloon felt like it was about to pass out from sheer rage.

But Su Nian wasn’t done yet. As the human head balloon scread again, Su Nian spotted her chance, pulled out a talisman with a smile, and stuffed it into its mouth.

A sharp pain erupted in its mouth. It tried to cry out again, but Su Nian grabbed it and flung it out the window.

[Damn, she’s ruthless!]

[Thank god I’m not the one who went bald.]

[I can ignore the rest, but when it ca to the baldness, I couldn’t help but feel that on a deep level!]

"Isn’t... isn’t throwing things from high places... a little uncivilized?"

Qing Ran, after holding it in for a long mont, finally uttered her first words of the day.

"It can’t fall."

Sure enough, a mont later, a bizarre head, swollen with rage, floated up to the window. It glared furiously at Su Nian through the glass.

Su Nian paid it no mind, turning instead to the other ghosts.

"Do you want to continue?"

"N-no... we’re done..."

’It’s frustrating to end things like this, but she’s just too twisted. We’d better co back next ti when we’re more prepared.’

Su Nian said nothing. She ended the livestream, turned, and walked away.

Her stance was clear. The assorted ghosts and monsters all breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could even get out the door, they saw Qing Ran and her group, holding a thick stack of talisman paper and already secretly laying out a formation.

Wails echoed throughout the night, but Su Nian was already fast asleep, lost in pleasant dreams.

Having slept soundly, Su Nian was in a wonderful mood all the way from waking up to entering the Daoist Temple.

That is, until a certain client appeared.

A woman walked in, exquisitely dressed and radiating an aura of wealth.

She looked to be in her thirties, with fair, exceptionally well-maintained skin. She exuded the scent of money.

She was also very polite, clearly from a good upbringing. She greeted Su Nian in a soft voice and sat down gracefully. Her etiquette was impeccable, putting one at ease.

"Hello, my surna is Xu. I know you’re a very skilled master. I ca today hoping you could see if there’s anything wrong with ."

Su Nian nodded and pointed to the QR code on the table. "For a reading, you pay first. Six hundred and sixty-six yuan."

Sister Xu was clearly a woman of the world; her smile didn’t falter in the slightest.

After paying with swift, graceful movents, she stated her reason for coming.

"My friends think I have terrible taste."

’Terrible taste?’

Su Nian looked at her well-coordinated outfit and exquisite makeup. ’How could she possibly have terrible taste?’

[Huh? I suspect a humblebrag!]

[I suspect it too, but I have no proof.]

[What part of this is terrible?]

"Your features are grand, indicative of wealth and nobility. However, there are so faint, dark lines on your forehead. Your marriage has not been smooth; you should be divorced, with no children. Your career, on the other hand, is quite good, and your prospects will only continue to improve."

At Su Nian’s words, Sister Xu nodded, but she didn’t respond for a long mont.

She looked hesitant but decided to tell her story.

"You’re right. I married very young, but my husband didn’t treat well. I could have tolerated him seeing other won, but when he actually tried to seize my assets, I decided to divorce him."

"After the divorce, I decided not to pursue another relationship. My family is well-off and my parents are open-minded, so they don’t ddle in my life. My best friends... well, they party pretty hard, and they’d introduce to male models and whatnot."

[Male models? The kind I’m thinking of?!]

[I’m crying tears of jealousy!]

[Male models? What do they do, exactly? Please, elaborate!]

"It was all pretty normal at first. I thought my taste was decent enough—I always picked handso guys."

"Then, a few days ago, I went to our usual club and requested my favorite, Number 18. My best friend was shocked. She asked why I liked ’that fat pig’."