Chapter 1
Chapter 1
What did he mean, “counting the dead”?
Before getting our marriage certificate, I had checked Jiang Yuan’s marital history. It was definitely his first marriage.
The Jiang Family was known for being very strict. I had been with Jiang Yuan for three years, and I’d never heard of him having a primary wife or a mistress tucked away somewhere.
As a minor celebrity with a clean record-no kiss scenes or intimate roles-who had obediently served as Jiang Yuan’s secret lover for three years, his family had only just agreed to let me become his legal wife.
I was currently on a voice call with Leng Fan, a big shot in the metaphysics circle.
“Master, could you go into more detail? What’s wrong with Su Zhi’s face?”
Leng Fan was a young man in his early twenties, yet he was quite famous in the metaphysics circle, specializing in feng shui and physiognomy.
“The temples are dull and lifeless, and there’s a mole at the end of the eyebrow. I can only say it’s a very inauspicious face.
“Su Zhi would be better off staying an obscure celebrity. After all, there’s no future in being a concubine.”
A concubine?
I scoffed and turned on my camera. I picked up my marriage certificate and waved it in front of the lens.
“Hey, Master. This was issued by the state. What kind of concubine gets a legal marriage certificate?”
Leng Fan stared straight at me, his eyes devoid of any humor.
“Among the living, you are indeed the primary wife.
“But if we count the dead… that’s hard to say.”
Once I showed my face, the stream’s live chat exploded instantly:
[Holy crap, it’s actually Su Zhi!]
[The streamer is hilarious. It’s the year 3202, and people are still talking about concubines?]
[Is it possible he doesn’t mean a concubine, but a mistress?]
Leng Fan looked up, staring coldly at my face, enunciating every word:
“Not a mistress. A concubine. There is already a primary wife.”
His talent for making things up was so absurd it was almost impressive.
“Fine then. Tell me, where is this primary wife? I’d love to go and serve her a cup of tea. Maybe I can even livestream some domestic drama for everyone,” I asked with a grin.
A flicker of something like pity appeared in Leng Fan’s eyes.
“The paths of the living and the dead do not cross; you won’t be able to find her.
“But she will be coming for you very soon.”