Upon hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Chen Yuanshan, with a hint of wry amusement, simply shook his head and offered a nonchalant smile.

"Darling, your second aunt has set you up with someone. This afternoon, carve out some time to check him out. He's a 32-year-old math teacher from the city high school, with a solid background. This time, no more turning down, okay?" The middle-aged woman concocted a story to coax her daughter.

"Mom, I've told you repeatedly; don't push me into these blind dates. I want the freedom to navigate my own romantic waters."

"Free love, I get it. But sweetheart, if you're keen on someone, show me. You're thirty, and all your pals and classmates are in the marriage-and-kids league. Shouldn't I be a bit concerned? I'm telling you, you better come and meet this one." The mother asserted with a tinge of authority, her face flushing, and her voice intensifying.

"Mom, actually, I've been seeing someone. He's a year older, a cop at the local station. He's a good guy, and we've been together for three months. I didn't tell you earlier because I felt the timing wasn't right."

"Are you pulling my leg?" The middle-aged woman wasn't entirely convinced by her daughter's revelation.

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"How could I joke about this? Alright, how about this? This Sunday, when we both have a day off, I'll bring my boyfriend home for you and Dad to meet."

"Fine, fine, fine! That's fantastic! Just as well. You go on with your hectic schedule." The middle-aged woman joyfully replied, tossing a wad of money, a thousand bucks, onto Chen Yuanshan's office desk.

"Big sister, my reading fee is two hundred. You're being too generous," Chen Yuanshan protested.

"I said, if your reading is accurate, I'll give you a grand. The extra is my gesture of goodwill. No wonder they call you Chen the Half-Immortal; your predictions are right on the money."

After this exuberant middle-aged woman left, Chen Yuanshan's office retained a surreal vibe. She jumped up and danced, her face radiating joy. From her bag, she pulled out a stack of money, handed a thousand bucks to Chen Yuanshan, and left Daoist Respect Hall with contentment.

Following her departure, the two middle-aged women, who had been chatting on the sofa, stood up and approached Chen Yuanshan.

Dressed in opulent attire, and adorned with stylish accessories, these two sisters exuded an air of sophistication. They bore a remarkable resemblance, indicating a close sisterly bond.

"Do you have a moment, Master Chen?" The younger of the two women asked.

"Please, take a seat. Give me your names and birthdates, and I'll delve into your fate, and see where the dilemma lies." Chen Yuanshan gestured to the chairs opposite him, addressing the older sister.

Upon receiving their names and lunar birthdates, Chen Yuanshan commenced his analysis. The younger sister was Gong Haiyan, 45 years old, and the older sister was Gong Haiyan, 50 years old. As Chen Yuanshan delved into their birth charts, the room's atmosphere grew tense.