Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 230 - 231: Palm Reading

"But let be clear up front: palm reading isn’t suitable for telling fortunes. It’s extrely inaccurate. It does, however, have so reference value for traditional Chinese dicine diagnosis."

"For telling fortunes, using a birth chart or just face reading would be more suitable."

Su Nian glanced at her hand and said casually.

"Oh? Okay, no problem. By the way, Heavenly Venerate, you can just call Xiao Lin."

The girl didn’t seem to mind, just nodding when she heard what Su Nian said.

Su Nian took her hand. Her fingers were fair and slender with delicate knuckles, but what he wanted to see were the lines on her palm.

There are generally three main palm lines: heart, head, and life. So people have additional lines on their palms as well.

And the palm Su Nian was now looking at was quite easy to interpret.

"You’re competitive and stubborn, and that personality has caused a lot of friction with your family and friends. Your wealth line is split, aning you have trouble holding onto money. You’ve recently hit a major snag in your career. A benefactor will appear to help, but your connection with them is weak, so your career won’t be smooth sailing afterward."

"Wow, that’s so accurate! So accurate!"

Xiao Lin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. It was just too accurate. Every single point hit the mark. It wasn’t the usual nonsense you’d hear from others—it was genuinely spot-on.

Su Nian nodded, his expression unwavering.

"Now, you can tell why you ca to see ."

Xiao Lin, who had been cheerful until now, seed to recall sothing. Her smile gradually faded, and she sighed. "I think I’m sick. My mind has been acting very strange lately."

Su Nian remained composed, looking her up and down again. She seed perfectly healthy, with no physical ailnts. "First, tell in detail what’s been happening."

Su Nian’s gaze fell on the large black bag she was carrying, and he inwardly wondered what might be inside.

Sure enough, Xiao Lin picked up the large black bag and pulled out an exquisitely crafted doll.

The doll was much larger than a typical one, and far more delicate and beautiful. On closer inspection, its facial features bore a slight resemblance to Xiao Lin.

The doll’s features, however, were even more refined and adorable, with a chubby little face and such a vivid expression that it almost seed alive.

[Whoa, what a cute doll!]

[That’s the doll I wanted most when I was a kid! Too bad it costs tens of thousands, so even as an adult I can’t afford one.]

[Am I the only one who thinks it’s a little creepy?]

[Yeah, it’s too lifelike. It’s actually kind of scary.]

Xiao Lin cradled the doll lovingly. She first set it on Su Nian’s desk to snap a picture of it with him, then carefully took it back into her arms.

Many of the viewers expressed their envy for Xiao Lin, while many others said they were scared.

Xiao Lin, unaware of the audience’s comnts, had a look of worry and sadness on her face. "I co from a pretty ordinary family. In fact, we were very poor when I was little, and I always wanted a beautiful doll. That childhood wish was never granted, so after I started working, I saved up a long ti to buy this one."

"I cherish it so much. I take it everywhere, and I’ve taken more pictures of it than I have of myself. But lately... I think I’m sick. I’ve started to forget things all the ti."

"For example, its hair. I distinctly rember it being shoulder-length, but recently I keep getting the feeling that it’s growing on its own. It feels like its hair is sotis longer, and sotis shorter."

Su Nian nodded and glanced at the doll. Its eyes seed to shift, just for a mont.

’Perhaps what this client is sensing isn’t just her imagination?’

"If it were just that, I could let it go. But I also keep forgetting where I put things around the house. Things are always mysteriously disappearing, only to reappear just as mysteriously. I’ve even checked my security cara footage, and absolutely no one has co into my apartnt."

"But my mory is just getting more and more unreliable. I went to the hospital for a checkup, but they couldn’t find anything wrong. That’s why I ca to ask you... am I really sick?"