A life of financial freedom

After making her wish, Zhong Tingyue stood up and went to draw a fortune stick in front of the Buddha.

Don't ask why the Buddha possesses the skills of the Three Pure Ones of Taoism.

In this land, whether it's Taoism or Buddhism, adaptability is key.

Haven't you seen the 'Tao Te Ching,' 'Zhuangzi,' and 'Classic of Purity' placed before the Buddha?

This is called knowing yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Zhong Tingyue began shaking the bamboo cylinder, making a 'dong, dong, dong' sound, and soon a fortune stick fell to the ground.

She looked closely and frowned slightly: "A very bad omen."

The temple abbot picked up the stick, broke it in half, and said calmly, "Madam, please continue drawing."

Zhong Tingyue continued shaking the cylinder, and this time, she drew a very good omen.

The temple abbot said 'Amitabha' and then said, "Congratulations, madam, you've drawn a very good omen. Your marriage will be blissful and happy, you'll grow old together in conjugal harmony, and you'll respect each other like honored guests."

"But I drew a very bad omen just now."

"It's fine," the temple abbot replied casually, "This humble monk has already reversed your fate against the heavens for you."

Everyone present: "... ..."

Zhong Tingyue smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Abbot."

Afterward, she gave money for incense and the group left the temple.

Watching the group's departing figures, the temple abbot rubbed the red envelope in his hand, feeling its generous thickness, and said 'Amitabha'.

"Master, can you really reverse fate against the heavens?" A young monk next to him asked, craning his neck.

The temple abbot responded, "Whether I can reverse fate against the heavens, I don't know, but I do know that we can improve our meals tonight."

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Zhong Tingyue and her group returned home.

As the wedding date approached, many guests came to the house, neighbors, classmates, friends, everyone chatting and gossiping.

"Oh, Yueyue is back."

"How was your temple visit?"

Yang Meina rolled her eyes: "Why don't you go to the Western Paradise and ask the Buddha, see what he says."

Zhong's family courtyard erupted in laughter.

Just then, a shout came from outside. Looking towards the sound, a delivery truck was parked outside, and a delivery guy got out:

"Is this the Zhong Tingyue residence?"

"I am Zhong Tingyue."

Hearing this, the delivery guy said, "There's a package here that needs your signature."

I don't remember buying anything recently... Zhong Tingyue was slightly puzzled, but she still signed for the package.

The package was very large, as tall as a person. The cardboard box was thick and sturdy, and the tape was neatly wrapped like a work of art.

She saw the shipping address on it, from Shanghai. She immediately knew what was inside. Her lips slightly parted, and the corners of her mouth turned up, like the first gentle breeze of spring brushing across a lake.

Everyone present craned their necks, wanting to know what was inside the package.

Zhong Rou looked it over and asked, "Sis, what's inside?"

"Don't ask, kid," Zhong Tingyue patted her little sister's affected hands. Then, seeing everyone's curious eyes, she said, "Want me to open it for you to see?"

"That would be too embarrassing."

"Open it!"

Zhong Rou raised her hands: "I'll open it."

"No," Zhong Tingyue stopped her little sister's movements, took the box cutter, and started opening the package. "Don't break anything inside."

Zhong Tingyue moved very slowly, very gently, as if there was a bomb inside, and she was a bomb disposal expert.

The box cutter followed the marked line, and soon the package was opened.

"Wow~~~"

As the package was opened, everyone around let out a sound of amazement.

Inside the package was a large red wedding dress, a phoenix coronet and robes, embroidered phoenixes with gold thread, adorned with bright pearls. The peonies on it were vibrant and lifelike, and the skirt swayed, showcasing the luxurious beauty of traditional Chinese style.

That's right, it was Zhong Tingyue's wedding dress, a work of art meticulously designed by Lisa. It was finally completed in the last few days and sent to the Central Plains.

Everyone present was stunned.

They were all ordinary people, and had never seen such an exquisite wedding dress, as if it were made for an empress of ancient times.

The young women present, whether married or not, couldn't help but feel a sense of envy.

If only I could wear this wedding dress.

Even if I died, it would be worth it.

Zhong Rou's eyes rolled around: "Sis, this thing must be worth a lot of money, right?"

"Enough to buy three of your lives," Zhong Tingyue slapped her little sister's hand. "Don't touch it, don't get the dress dirty."

"Stingy," Zhong Rou muttered.

Everyone slowly recovered and said softly:

"Yueyue, your wedding dress is simply too beautiful."

"I never thought a wedding dress could be made like this, not only noble and elegant, but also with a modern style, it's simply perfect."

"Sister Zhong, where did you buy this wedding dress? I want one for my wedding too." A little sister from the neighbors took Zhong Tingyue's hand.

"Buy, buy, buy, can you afford it?" A companion replied, "This thing is definitely not cheap, at least thirty to fifty thousand."

"So what?" The little sister retorted, sticking out her neck. "Marriage is a major event in life, of course it has to be done in style and comfort. A thousand gold pieces can't buy my happiness."

After a pause, she looked back and said, "Sister Zhong, where did you buy it? I want one too."

Zhong Tingyue smiled: "Chu Fang bought it, I don't know either."

"Then I'll ask my brother-in-law another day." The little sister didn't give up, determined to wear the most beautiful wedding dress at her wedding.

Zhong Tingyue just smiled and didn't answer.

Actually, she had Lisa's contact information, but there was no need to give it to this little sister.

The real reason was that this wedding dress was very expensive, extremely expensive. The design fee alone was hundreds of thousands, and the entire outfit was made by famous masters. The gold thread on it was real, and the various shawls were also very expensive.

This one wedding dress alone cost Chu Fang millions.

Only her Mr. Chu could do such a thing.

Zhong Rou's eyes darted around: "Sis, put on this dress, we all want to see."

"You'll naturally be able to see it on the wedding day," Zhong Tingyue refused.

She had already guessed what her little sister was thinking. She definitely wanted to take a picture of herself wearing the wedding dress and ask Chu Fang for money, so she could get a large sum of money from Chu Fang.

She wouldn't give Zhong Rou a single chance.

What's more, she hoped that the first man to see her in her wedding dress would be her Mr. Chu.

"Damn, it's good to be rich."

"Why am I not rich?"

"Alas! Blame me for being born into the wrong family." A young man sighed, and then received a punch from his father.

"Go to hell, are you blaming your old man for being incompetent? I raised you to be so big, and you don't know how to be grateful, and you're still saying useless crap here. I can't make money, and you're not any better, you still haven't made any money."

"Dad, that's why we're father and son," the young man hugged his father's shoulder. "Don't say anymore, I'll treat you to a foot massage tonight."

The father blurted out instantly: "Really? Then I forgive you."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately regretted it, because his tigress was here.

The father turned around and was met with a cold face. He smiled awkwardly: "Rongrong, you understand me, I'm a compassionate person, I'm not going to get a foot massage, but to save those innocent and pitiful..."

"You little bastard, I'm not done with you!" The middle-aged man was dragged home by his wife, leaving behind a threatening word to his son.

The young man felt his bones turn cold.

"Can't go home tonight, let's go to the internet cafe for the night."

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