Zhang Xiaowen glanced at him, "Our dorm mates Yang Ting and Qian Shanshan are quite rich. Yang Ting’s laptop costs tens of thousands, and I noticed she has a bracelet that seems valuable... " She was almost out of options. She knew her family's financial situation. They weren't as wealthy as she claimed. Her parents were ordinary workers, her mother bedridden, and she owed tens of thousands on her credit card. Her family was already in debt to support her education and couldn't help her repay the debt. If she didn't repay, she would be sued, and everyone would know her family's situation.
Tao Jian was tempted, "Isn't there a security auntie? Can we get in?"
"This isn't a problem," Zhang Xiaowen said. "The security auntie naps in the morning. When we go to class, you can sneak in. I’ve thought it through; Gu Qin will be the last one to leave the dorm. Since she’s poor, this incident is perfect for framing her."
Both were desperate due to debt and carefully planned their scheme. They were inexperienced and never considered that the crime would be easy to uncover.
Now that the matter was uncovered, Zhang Xiaowen broke down in tears, "It's all Tao Jian's doing. It has nothing to do with me."
"You filthy b—," Tao Jian roared, kicking her to the ground, "D*mn it, it was you who suggested stealing from Yang Ting and Qian Shanshan. You said we could split the proceeds, and since Gu Qin is poor, she's the perfect scapegoat."
Wu Zhenshan couldn't stand it anymore, "Enough, both of you come with me to the police station." He then addressed Yang Ting and Qian Shanshan, "Don't worry. Since we know who stole the items, we can recover them. Once we get them back, I’ll return them to you."
"Thank you, Officer."
After taking them away, the onlookers dispersed, and Gu Qin left with Qin Xiansheng. Qin Xiansheng didn't say much about the incident. Given Gu Qin's ability to handle the situation well, he felt reassured and stayed at Gu’s house for a while to discuss business with Lu Qingrong.
Gu Qin spent some time chatting with Cheng Yinxiang, asking if she felt any discomfort during pregnancy.
Cheng Yinxiang smiled, "No discomfort at all. Actually, I feel better than before I got pregnant. Back when I was pregnant with you and Jiajia, I used to vomit a lot, but now I don't have any reactions."
Being nourished by spiritual energy, naturally, she didn't experience any pregnancy sickness.
The next day at school, Zhang Xiaowen's story spread, and everyone knew what happened. They also learned about Gu Qin's influential boyfriend, but no one said anything unkind.
Wu Zhenshan handled the case efficiently and recovered all the stolen items by noon. Tao Jian, fearing further consequences, kept the money in his bank account and didn't spend it.
The school administration was alarmed by the theft and decided to expel the two students. They were still at the police station and couldn't leave anytime soon. The school administration notified their parents.
That afternoon, the parents arrived at the school. Tao Jian's family was average, and he never pretended to be wealthy. Zhang Xiaowen, however, dressed luxuriously and claimed her family was in business. But when her father, covered in dirt, arrived at the school, everyone was shocked.
Her father, working on a construction site, rushed to the school upon receiving the call. He didn't know what had happened and kept asking.
The principal explained the situation, and Zhang Xiaowen's father was stunned. He begged for leniency, claiming his daughter was just confused and needed another chance. He even knelt down.
The school leaders had already made their decision and couldn't change it. The principal sighed inwardly, wondering how a father who cared so much for his daughter could allow such behavior. Hearing she was vain and pretended to be wealthy, the principal saw her father and realized...
Zhang Xiaowen's father pleaded for a long time, knowing expulsion was inevitable. The principal added that she might even face jail time unless the victims forgave her.
Zhang Xiaowen's father sought forgiveness from Gu Qin, Yang Ting, and Qian Shanshan. Seeing the elderly man, Yang Ting and Qian Shanshan were moved. As Zhang Xiaowen's father tried to kneel, Gu Qin stopped him, "Uncle, we won't hold Zhang Xiaowen responsible. We just hope she won't repeat such actions."
Not out of sympathy for Zhang Xiaowen, but for the father, hoping their compassion wouldn't be wasted.
Without pursuit, the police didn't record the case. Once the items were recovered, they released the individuals. Zhang Xiaowen's father took her back to their hometown, and the school didn't assign new students to the empty dormitory.
The incident faded from memory quickly. Gu Qin focused on other matters, and her fortune-telling shop, without help from acquaintances, had no customers. She wasn't worried, as she earned enough from her business in Mount Dai to support charitable efforts and keep some for emergencies.
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On Sunday, with nothing urgent in Mount Dai, Gu Qin had free time. Around afternoon, Wu Zhenshan called her.
Gu Qin picked up, "Captain Wu."
Wu Zhenshan chuckled, "Student Gu, I need your help with something."
"What is it, Captain Wu?"
Their experiences brought them closer, and they considered each other friends.
"I know you're skilled in feng shui and have a fortune-telling shop in Mount Dai. This matter is for a friend of a friend who needs help. I thought of you."
Gu Qin laughed, "Sure, have them contact me directly."
"Alright, I'll let them reach out to you."
Within ten minutes, a stranger called. The voice belonged to a man around thirty years old. He immediately said, "Master, please help me."
Gu Qin replied, "Are you in Beijing? Come over whenever."
"Alright, I'll come right now."
Gu Qin usually left her shop unattended when it was quiet. She hired a recent graduate to watch over it. She quickly went to her shop and waited. Less than half an hour later, the man called her, and she asked him to come upstairs.
The young attendant was a considerate fellow. Seeing a customer, he brought two cups of coffee.
When Gu Qin first saw the man, she frowned. He appeared to be around thirty-five, wearing a high-end custom suit, suggesting he was successful in business.
Gu Qin frowned, examining his face closely, her expression growing increasingly serious...
The man was also surprised when he saw Gu Qin. Such a young girl, was she reliable? Hesitating slightly, he stepped forward and said, "Master, I seek your assistance. For years, my wife and I have been unable to conceive. Medical tests show we’re both healthy, but it's been years, and my wife remains childless. I suspect it's a matter of feng shui, so I consulted several masters, but nothing changed. I heard you're very skilled, so I came to inquire."
Gu Qin, who had opened her third eye, smirked, "It's karma. You'll never have children."
The man's face turned pale. "Master, what do you mean?"
Gu Qin replied, "Do you really not know what you've done? Don't ask, it's all karma."
Impossible! The man's face turned white. Impossible, it was over ten years ago, and no one knew about it. Even the police couldn't find out, how could this young girl know?
Seeing his reaction, Gu Qin coldly said, "Do you want children? Have you forgotten how your daughter died?"
Daughter... The man’s face turned ashen, his teeth chattering. He clenched his fists, feeling the nails dig into his skin without noticing. He was shocked and terrified. How did this young girl know about his daughter? That his daughter had...
Impossible, it had to be a guess. No one knew about it. Even the feng shui master he consulted said he had a karmic debt with children, but he didn’t know the specifics. He thought no master could possibly know such things, especially not about his daughter who had died.
Gu Qin wasn’t just reading faces or predicting fortunes. She opened her third eye and saw the whole story clearly.
This man was Ma Yihao. Ten years ago, he had a daughter. When she was three, he was twenty-one, having married his ex-wife at eighteen. They lived in a small, remote town far from Beijing.
His daughter was born, and they constantly fought. His ex-wife divorced him and left, taking no responsibility. A year later, he found a girlfriend, but having a child was a burden. He often lashed out at the child when in a bad mood.
At first, he just slapped her. Later, seeing her cry, he hit harder, punching and kicking her. He avoided hitting her face, fearing discovery. Neighbors, hearing her cries, sympathized and advised him gently. But he grew more violent, even muffling her mouth.
Later, his girlfriend moved in. Initially, she advised him, but soon she joined in beating the child. They feared neighbors would hear, so they muffled her and hit her.
When the girl was three, she wasn’t sent to kindergarten. Whenever they were unhappy, they beat her. She sometimes bled from her nose and mouth, and they left her untreated. One day, they locked her in the house while they went out. Returning, they found her in bed, having soiled herself. Recently, they had beaten her, and she hadn’t moved. Seeing her soiled, they became angry and beat her again. Eventually, she stopped reacting. Realizing she was dead, they panicked and buried her secretly in a cave, far from the village.
Returning home, they pretended she was missing, saying she ran away and never returned. They buried her in secret, but the guilt haunted them. When the police searched, they hid the truth, fearing arrest.
Ma Yihao and his girlfriend, fearing exposure, buried the child in a remote cave. When they returned, they acted distraught, reporting her missing. The villagers helped search, but she was never found.
Years passed, and Ma Yihao’s wife couldn’t conceive. Seeking help, they visited many feng shui masters. None could explain the issue, but one mentioned a karmic debt with children. Ma Yihao dismissed it, believing no one could know his past.
But Gu Qin, opening her third eye, saw everything.
"Daughter, daughter..." The man's face paled, his teeth chattering. His hands clenched, nails digging into his flesh, unnoticed. He was shocked and terrified. How did this young girl know about his daughter? And that his daughter had...
Impossible, it had to be a guess. No one knew about it. Even the feng shui master he consulted said he had a karmic debt with children, but he didn’t know the specifics. He thought no master could possibly know such things, especially not about his daughter who had died.
Gu Qin wasn’t just reading faces or predicting fortunes. She opened her third eye and saw the whole story clearly.
This man was Ma Yihao. Ten years ago, he had a daughter. When she was three, he was twenty-one, having married his ex-wife at eighteen. They lived in a small, remote town far from Beijing.
His daughter was born, and they constantly fought. His ex-wife divorced him and left, taking no responsibility. A year later, he found a girlfriend, but having a child was a burden. He often lashed out at the child when in a bad mood.
At first, he just slapped her. Later, seeing her cry, he hit harder, punching and kicking her. He avoided hitting her face, fearing discovery. Neighbors, hearing her cries, sympathized and advised him gently. But he grew more violent, even muffling her mouth.
Later, his girlfriend moved in. Initially, she advised him, but soon she joined in beating the child. They feared neighbors would hear, so they muffled her and hit her.
When the girl was three, she wasn’t sent to kindergarten. Whenever they were unhappy, they beat her. She sometimes bled from her nose and mouth, and they left her untreated. One day, they locked her in the house while they went out. Returning, they found her in bed, having soiled herself. Recently, they had beaten her, and she hadn’t moved. Seeing her soiled, they became angry and beat her again. Eventually, she stopped reacting. Realizing she was dead, they panicked and buried her secretly in a cave, far from the village.
Returning home, they pretended she was missing, saying she ran away and never returned. The villagers helped search, but she was never found.
Years passed, and Ma Yihao’s wife couldn’t conceive. Seeking help, they visited many feng shui masters. None could explain the issue, but one mentioned a karmic debt with children. Ma Yihao dismissed it, believing no one could know his past.
But Gu Qin, opening her third eye, saw everything.
"Daughter, daughter..." The man's face paled, his teeth chattering. His hands clenched, nails digging into his flesh, unnoticed. He was shocked and terrified. How did this young girl know about his daughter? And that his daughter had...
Impossible, it had to be a guess. No one knew about it. Even the feng shui master he consulted said he had a karmic debt with children, but he didn’t know the specifics. He thought no master could possibly know such things, especially not about his daughter who had died.
Gu Qin wasn’t just reading faces or predicting fortunes. She opened her third eye and saw the whole story clearly.
This man was Ma Yihao. Ten years ago, he had a daughter. When she was three, he was twenty-one, having married his ex-wife at eighteen. They lived in a small, remote town far from Beijing.
His daughter was born, and they constantly fought. His ex-wife divorced him and left, taking no responsibility. A year later, he found a girlfriend, but having a child was a burden. He often lashed out at the child when in a bad mood.
At first, he just slapped her. Later, seeing her cry, he hit harder, punching and kicking her. He avoided hitting her face, fearing discovery. Neighbors, hearing her cries, sympathized and advised him gently. But he grew more violent, even muffling her mouth.
Later, his girlfriend moved in. Initially, she advised him, but soon she joined in beating the child. They feared neighbors would hear, so they muffled her and hit her.