If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

"That person said that you are Xiao Cheng's destined person, and he also entrusted me to keep this hairpin and asked me to give it to you at the right time."

Old Master Si said, "I know that in order to get you to marry Xiao Cheng as soon as possible, I used methods that you could not accept. I also know that you don't like him."

"However, the Si family has only a few descendants so far, and Xiao Cheng is the only grandson. I... can't do anything..."

"Then why didn't you give me the golden hairpin when I helped Si Shuyi last time? But today?"

Old Master Si poured two cups of tea for the two and placed them in front of them. "At that time, I wasn't sure if it was the right time."

Song Mi's gaze was fixed on his face, a face that had been through many hardships and had once dominated the entire X City business battlefield, but at this moment it was still calm.

"You're just not sure if I can save Si Qicheng. If I can't save him, then even if this is mine, you won't give it to me, right?"

Old Master Si's hand holding the tea froze for a moment, and Song Mi continued, "Because you think that the person gave you this thing to keep, it must be extremely important.

So if something happens to Si Qicheng in the future, even if I am unable to save him, you can still use this hairpin to threaten me to pay you with my life in exchange for yours?"

Song Mi's words were too straightforward and frank, tearing off Si Hetong's hypocritical mask.

Si Qicheng looked at his grandfather's stiff movements and wanted Song Mi to speak less bluntly, but he had no right to do so at the moment.

In this marriage, he has always been the beneficiary, and in everything his grandfather did, he has always been the winner.

What about Song Mi?

Si Hetong was silent for a moment, "Yes, I do think so. I don't know anything about your strength, but I must save Xiao Cheng's life."

Si Hetong admitted that he was despicable in this matter, but he didn't think he had treated her unfairly.

"During the three years you've been in the Si family, I believe I've treated you well."

What a nice way to treat her!

"What if you end up finding out you got the wrong person?"

"I will give you enough compensation to let you go."

After hearing this, Song Mi was no longer angry, "As expected, it's your Si family."

Since things have come to this point, Song Mi thinks there is no need to show any respect to each other.

"In that case, I've recovered Si Qicheng's spirit, and I've officially filed for divorce from him. I can handle Zhang Yurou and Bai Keyan's issues, and also..."

Song Mi looked at Si Hetong, "Si Qiwen met Bai Keyan before returning home, and he has been poisoned."

"!"

"What does Bai Keyan want to do?" Si Hetong suddenly smashed the white jade cup in his hand onto the tea table, and the steaming cup broke into two pieces.

"Then what are your conditions?"

"I won't share any of the Si family's property in the divorce, but I will help you this time, and my reward will not be low."

Song Mi looked at Si Qicheng, "You can discuss it. I'll wait for your news."

Song Mi went downstairs with the gold hairpin and happened to meet Uncle Li who was about to go upstairs. Uncle Li told her that it was Aunt Wang who was in cahoots with Si Qiwen.

"Mother Wang?"

Aunt Wang was the nanny who worked in his and Si Qicheng's home. Her salary and scheduling were all managed by Uncle Li.

Working as a nanny at the Si family's old house, everyone has their own division of labor, but at Si Qicheng's place, both hygiene and food have to be taken care of, and the salary is higher in comparison.

Wang Ma's son fell ill just after graduating two years ago. The cost of treatment was high. In order to pay for her child's medical expenses, Wang Ma finally managed to get permission from Butler Li to go to Si Qicheng's house.

In order to marry Si Qicheng, Bai Keyan had already bribed Wang Ma. Every time Wang Ma helped her with something, Bai Keyan would give her a considerable fee.

"I see."

Uncle Li saw that she looked unwell, but she went straight downstairs, so he hurried upstairs to find Old Master Si and the others.

"Auntie Wang?" Si Qicheng asked, "Didn't I ask her to resign?"

"Her family is in financial difficulty right now, and I feel sorry for her. I've asked her to help out in the kitchen, thinking she wouldn't appear in front of Madam..."

"..."

Si Qicheng glanced at his grandfather with a complicated look in his eyes, "Grandpa, I'll go find her."

When Si Qicheng came out with an umbrella, Song Mi was standing in the corridor next to him, looking at a gauze lantern hanging on the pillar.

Fine rain threads across the orange light, and the fallen flower pattern on the lampshade seems to be falling as the wind sways. This cold autumn rain reveals warmth under this lamp.

Si Qicheng looked at her calm eyes, which were veiled in the mist and rain, and said, "Grandpa only said before that he wanted me to marry you. As for his thoughts, this is the first time I know."

Si Qicheng told her this not to shirk responsibility, but for some unknown reason, a clear voice in his heart told him that he had to explain.

"I know." Song Mi said.

"You must get a divorce, is it just because you don't like me, or... you don't like... the Si family?" Si Qicheng asked.

Song Mi turned around and looked at Si Qicheng. Because he had been looking at the light for too long, his sight suddenly shifted, and Song Mi saw that Si Qicheng was covered with warm light all over his body.

She was a little surprised, "Do you know what love is?"

Si Qicheng was silent. He... didn't know.

Song Mi opened her palm, and the gilded hairpin appeared in her hand again. "Do you know how important this hairpin is to me?"

"It's your magic weapon." Si Qicheng said. Although he didn't understand the art of metaphysics, he knew that magic weapons were as important as adding wings to a metaphysical master.

But I was also a little curious. Everyone else's weapons were cold weapons like swords and knives, so why... "Why is yours a hairpin?"

Song Mi held it in her hand, "It's more than just a hairpin... I was married a long time ago."

"!" Such a stormy look had never appeared in Si Qicheng's eyes, which were usually calm.

"You got married?" Did that happen a thousand years ago?

"Yes, it's been too long and my memory is not complete. This hairpin was given to me by him. It is very important." Song Mi said solemnly.

"Are you...in love?"

"Of course, I won't be with someone I don't love, and I won't marry someone I don't love."

“…” Si Qicheng lowered his eyes. The dim orange light could not illuminate his expression as he lowered his head.

No wonder, even though she had agreed to marry him, she was unwilling to have a wedding.

When taking photos at the Civil Affairs Bureau, you can take photos wearing a wedding dress.

Although he didn't think about taking pictures at that time, when he saw others taking pictures, he felt that if Song Mi was willing, he would also be willing to cooperate.

But Song Mi didn't have it either.

It turned out that even if Song Mi's memory had not been restored and her spiritual power had not awakened, her subconscious mind was unwilling to marry him.

He felt sad at the moment because he felt scared.

However, he had read a lot of books since he was young, including famous Chinese and foreign classics. In most of the literature, his fear at this moment should be accompanied by heart-wrenching pain.

But no.

Song Mi once said that he had no ability to love.

So he doesn't love Song Mi? And it won't hurt?

But why is he afraid?

Si Qicheng didn't understand.

"Then why did you break up?"

When Song Mi got this magic weapon, many memories of being with that person came to his mind, but it was still only a very small part.

Just as she was about to leave, she saw the lamp outside the corridor. It was an eight-sided gauze lamp with light pink fallen cherry blossoms painted on the lampshade, and there was a silhouette of a woman on half of the wall.

She recalled the Lantern Festival one year when she went to a lantern festival with him. Among the dazzling array of lanterns, he chose the plain gauze lantern that the owner had even painted.

He painted the lamp surface himself, which is very similar to this lamp.