If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

Si Qicheng was sitting outside Song Mi, and he thought this stupid brother was going to do something again, so he sat up straight and stood in front of her with a defensive look on his face.

"Brother... I just want to ask her two questions." Si Qiwen had a dejected and resentful expression on his face, and Si Qicheng couldn't bear it for once.

Song Mi also persuaded herself that although she didn't really want to pay attention to him, she had received dividends from Si Qicheng after all.

"You ask."

"Are you sure it was my mother who cast the spell on Shuyi?"

"The one who cast the curse wasn't Zhang Yurou." Song Mi said halfway and saw a look of relief on Si Qiwen's face.

"But if Zhang Yurou hadn't helped that person replace her amulet, the black magic wouldn't have been so easy to fall on her."

Song Mi told Si Qiwen the truth, and the other party's original relief disappeared visibly.

Si Qiwen held onto the back of his chair, his voice stagnant, "Did you set this up on purpose last night?"

Song Mi sneered, realizing that this was the only way he could think of to distance himself from Zhang Yurou, and felt a little sympathetic.

"I just played it off."

Si Qiwen looked into Song Mi's eyes, which were filled with tears again, and he looked aggrieved as if he had been bullied by an adult.

Seeing this, Si Qicheng said, "If you keep talking nonsense, you'll have to go back. You won't have to attend the burial."

"No...Brother, I won't say anything nonsense. I want to go..." Si Qiwen held his breath and wiped away his tears. With the support of Si Shuyi, he sat down in the seat opposite Song Mi and the others.

When most of the guests had arrived, Uncle Li sent someone to call them and said that the master of ceremonies had already begun.

It’s a fixed procedure. After the moment of silence, we prepare for the burial.

As everyone observed a moment of silence, Song Mi looked around. In fact, apart from Si Qiwen and his sister who were crying their eyes, no one else in the audience looked truly sad.

Even Zhang Yurou's former poker friends had indifferent expressions, as if they were just sending off a stranger.

Song Mi used to think that Zhang Yurou had some friendship with so many ladies because she was involved in their interactions.

Song Mi happened to meet Li Mei's gaze. Li Mei used to be a very good friend of Zhang Yurou, but now there was only a hint of sadness in her eyes.

After the moment of silence, everyone looked up and the master of ceremonies prepared to proceed with the burial.

At this time, Bai Keyan came in, looking sad.

"Xiao Wen, Shu Yi, I'm so sorry. I just found out about this and rushed over. I almost missed it."

Si Qiwen looked at Bai Keyan with emotion. She was the one who comforted him most sincerely among those who came today.

"Thank you, Sister Keyan."

The last time Si Shuyi's soul was taken out of her body, she returned to her body in a hurry, which resulted in her having some vague memories of her soul leaving her body.

As her body recovered during this period, the things her soul experienced at that time gradually faded.

Although she didn't remember that it was Bai Keyan who took away her soul, when Bai Keyan touched her just now, she felt the familiar and frightening chill.

She silently moved her shoulder away from Bai Keyan's hand and said thank you.

Bai Keyan looked at her movements, her face stiffened slightly, but was quickly concealed by sadness.

She comforted the two of them with a few words, stood next to Si Qicheng, and listened to the master of ceremonies' eulogy.

Some of the guests who had only contact with the Si family were led to the hotel for dinner.

Those who had a slightly better relationship with the Si family, for the sake of face, dressed in black and plain clothes and followed the Si family's first car to the cemetery.

Bai Keyan stood silently beside Si Qicheng, and Song Mi stood behind them.

Li Mei wore a smart black suit and long skirt, paired with a black coat and sunglasses, looking like a career woman.

She stepped on her high heels and walked silently to Song Mi's side. "Mrs. Si, aren't you going to take good care of your husband?"

Song Mi raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Ms. Li, what suggestions do you have?"

"Mr. Bai just knew Mr. Si earlier. After all, you are the one marrying him. If you don't claim your sovereignty to others, there might be other Mr. Huang or Mr. Chen besides Mr. Bai in the future."

After all, Song Mi helped her once, and Li Mei did want to remind her.

"I haven't found out who made the transfer to my husband's account yet, but there are many people who have made transfers to that account, including Mr. Bai."

"It's only been a few days, Mr. Li is very fast."

"My husband is paralyzed, so the company can only be run by the second-largest shareholder."

Li Mei has had enough of being a rich wife at home for these years. Now that she is in power again, her decisive and efficient approach has returned.

"Congratulations, Mr. Li." Song Mi rarely gave a compliment.

"Let me tell you about your situation. Mr. Bai's place may not be clean. If you need it, I can help you."

It won't take long for Li Mei to find out who transferred money to this account. There will always be someone who can defeat them.

A patient hunter is not afraid of his prey coming too late.

"Don't worry, you continue to investigate the matter of the strange account. I, Bai Keyan, can handle it." Song Mi looked calm.

"Catching a mistress is not exactly the same as catching a monster," Li Mei reminded.

Of course it's different.

Song Mi sneered.

If Bai Keyan was really a monster, she would have killed it long ago. How could she have survived until today?

The emcee finished the ceremony and everyone could leave. Bai Keyan didn't notice Si Qicheng turning around and happened to bump into his chest, causing her to let out a soft cry.

The few people close to them took a look and then turned their gazes meaningfully to Song Mi.

Si Qicheng took a step back and distanced himself from Bai Keyan.

"be careful."

"I am fine."

Bai Keyan was wearing sunglasses, so the expression in her eyes couldn't be seen, but from the stiffness of her facial muscles, it was obvious that she was embarrassed at the moment.

She probably thought Si Qicheng would ask her if she was okay.

But just now she also confirmed that the poisonous insect in Si Qicheng's body was still there.

Perhaps the insect has only been in the body for a short time, so it is not yet fully mature.

Bai Keyan breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't care too much and followed Si Qicheng.

Si Qiwen looked at the little actions of the two people just now, with jealousy in his eyes.

It was clearly his mother's funeral today, yet the eldest brother was so blatantly getting close to Sister Ke Yan.

Song Mi is useless too. She looks very powerful and weird, but she can't even protect her own husband!

Si Qicheng came over, nodded and greeted Li Mei. Seeing this, Li Mei tactfully left first.

Si Qicheng asked Song Mi where he was going back to.

"I heard that my sister moved out?" Bai Keyan asked curiously.

Song Mi also showed the same curious expression as her, "Sister, do you have the ability to see and hear from afar?"

"what?"

"You know everything about me even though we're halfway across town. You're wasting your talent if you don't become an entertainment reporter."

"..." Bai Keyan showed an embarrassed expression, "Sister, your words are a bit harsh."

"Is that mean?" Song Mi leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Then you let a married man spend the night in your bed, aren't you also quite despicable?"

Although we are in the electronic age now, Song Mi always has a hundred yuan in cash on the back of his phone case.

She took out the cash and put it into Bai Keyan's coat pocket, "I'll pay for my husband's whoredom."

Even Si Qicheng didn't expect Song Mi to speak like this. Bai Keyan's face turned pale and blue, "Song Mi, don't be so harsh."

"Is it ugly?" Song Mi's eyes were cold and sharp under the early winter sun. "Is it as ugly as what you did?"

Even with the sunglasses blocking his view, Song Mi could still feel the hatred she was projecting towards him.

Bai Keyan leaned slightly towards Si Qicheng, "Brother Cheng...how can I say that? Aren't you going to get a divorce?"

The brother and sister, who had been trying to leave behind them but were unable to do so due to their position, listened to their conversation with each expression more interesting than the other.

Of course, the most exciting thing is Si Qiwen's expression, which changes more frequently than Bai Keyan.

Si Qicheng frowned and angrily scolded Song Mi, "You are really going too far."

Song Mi sneered angrily, "Okay, if that's the case, then I wish you a long and happy marriage!"