June, in Jinzhou city, city downtown.

Inside an ordinary residential house at the moment, candlelight flickers, and incense pervades.

Ling Quan sits in front of an old laptop, carefully opening a dark purple brocade sack in her hands. Inside the sack is a somewhat aged white silk cloth. Perhaps due to its age, the characters on the cloth have become somewhat blurred.

After looking at the cloth against the light for a long time, Ling Quan still can't make out what's written on it and finally, grudgingly pulls out a magnifying glass from the drawer.

"Eighth of June… Ling… Quan, fate conflicts with… peach blossoms..."

Holding the magnifying glass, after looking at the cloth for a long time, Ling Quan finally reads the characters on the cloth.

Eighth of June? Ling Quan baffled for a while, then the light dawned.

"Father, mother, today is the eighth of June! Why would you leave nothing for me but this worthless brocade sack? What's the point in it? It's already four in the afternoon, I've not even stepped out of the house; how would my fate conflict with peach blossoms?"

Ling Quan, a 25-year-old single girl, complained tiredly to the brocade sack.

After graduating from college, because she resented nine-to-five work, she continued her family's tradition— fortune-telling!

Her grandparents were fortune-tellers, and so were her parents. However, when it came to Ling Quan, the family craft lost its succession!

That's right!

It lost its succession!

The current Ling Quan, where would she know how to tell fortune? All she knows is to deduce from various characteristics of the other party to speculate about their life status.

To put it crudely, this is just psychological speculation.

You could say, Ling Quan does have a knack for psychology. At least, since she started her online business, she has managed to gain a huge fanclub.

As for the income, it's not particularly substantial, but it's enough for her to live on.

Tossing the pouch in her hands aside, Ling Quan scrolls through her phone, opens WeChat, and sends a message to her best friend, Ou ChenChen, "Dearie, I'm starving! My late parents predicted that I'm having a hapless day and not advised to leave the house, my dinner is on you. I'm expecting a meal, delivered to my house within twenty minutes!"

Done typing, she hit send.

Seeing Ou ChenChen's goofy avatar, Ling Quan couldn't help but chuckle.

After graduating college, Ling Quan formed a close friendship with Ou ChenChen. ChenChen was always there for Quan; anything she needed, ChenChen made sure she had it in a jiffy.

Today, Ling Quan's fortune prediction was ‘encountering disturbance', so naturally, she sought help from Ou ChenChen.

Less than a minute after sending the text, Ou ChenChen replied.

"Got it. Want pig feet or spare ribs?" the screen displayed.

"Sour and sweet pork ribs."

"OK."

After receiving the response, Ling Quan chuckled and put down her phone.

Looking at the aged pouch on her desk, Ling Quan sighed and put it back in the drawer.

This pouch was prepared by Ling Quan's parents over a decade ago. Before they passed away, they reiterated countless times that the pouch must be opened on a specific day when Ling Quan was twenty-five.

For all these years, Ling Quan was always curious about what was inside the brocade pouch. It wasn't until she opened the pouch that she truly understood the phrase "not knowing whether to laugh or cry."

Bad luck in love! Heh... She had bad luck in love more than ten years ago, but did it extend to her current day too? Could she be a bit less self-confident?

She moved her mouse and clicked open the fortune-telling software she uses, ignoring the five to six pending orders when she saw them.

This kind of business, it would be better for her future if she let the client wait a bit longer.

About ten minutes had passed as she played on her computer when Ling Quan suddenly heard a knock on her door.

It was Ou Chenchen! This woman was quite fast today, showing up before twenty minutes were even up.

"Here I am, Chenchen! I have to tell you, the brocade pouch my parents gave me mentioned that my luck in..." Love!

The instant she opened the door, Ling Quan was rendered speechless.

Because, standing at her door was... a real peach blossom!

Could it be anything other than a peach blossom?

Ling Quan stared at the man standing at her door, swallowing nervously.

Such a handsome man.

His eyes, long and delicate.

His lips, deeply red and coolly thin.

And his face, chiseled with distinct contours and delicate firmness.

His aura was grand and boundless, like a celestial deity that had somehow ended up in the mundane world.

With just one glance, Ling Quan was certain that he was no ordinary character.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" After a moment of being transfixed, Ling Quan regained her composure.

Even though she was single, she knew not to casually engage with any attractive man.

"Ling Quan," the man said, his words as precious as gold.

Ling Quan: "?"

"We suspect you're involved in the plot to murder Du Xiaoqing. Therefore, we need you to accompany us."

The man brought out an ID, flashed it briefly in front of Ling Quan, and then put it away.

Z Organization, Bai Mu Jiu.

What the hell?

Even though the man had withdrawn his ID quickly, Ling Quan still managed to catch the important details on it.

Z Organization? What is this? Are they daring enough to impersonate the police?

And besides, would a police officer wear plain clothes while handling a case?

A series of questions flashed through Ling Quan's mind. In the end, she concluded that this man was the same as her - a scammer specialized in fraud and extortion!

"Officer, I think you've got the wrong person. I don't know anyone by the name of Du Xiaoqing, and I haven't killed anyone."

Ling Quan was buying time, waiting for Chen Chen to come over. When Chen Chen arrived, she planned to call the police for help!

"You have the wrong person?" Bai Mu Jiuh coldly snorted, instantly reaching for the handcuffs from his waist, and aiming them at Ling Quan's wrists.

But Ling Quan was alert. Seeing Bai Mu Jiuh's action with handcuffs, without speaking, she tried to shut the door; however...

Bai Mu Jiuh was quick. With his long arms and legs, he gave a shove and stride, forcing the door to fly open again!

Noticing that the situation was against her, Ling Quan screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help, robbery! Rape! Ah..."

The powerful effect of Ling Quan's scream echoed through the hallway. The "thud thud" of approaching footsteps could be heard, then suddenly four or five men in police uniforms came into Ling Quan's view...

Seeing the police, Ling Quan mustered some courage and took a step back, aiming a kick at Bai Mu Jiuh's crotch, and then immediately ran towards the police!

"Officer, I'm glad you arrived. There's a man here pretending to be a cop, accusing me of murder!"

In Ling Quan's subconscious, police are justice. If you're in trouble, you seek the cops.

"Chief, are you okay?"

The one in the group of arriving officers known as Liu Yu expresses his concern for Bai Mu Jiuh. Ling Quan: "..."

"I'm fine. Take her to the precinct." Bai Mu Jiuh's face was indifferent, his cold and handsome face showed no hint of pain.

"Wait..."

After a while, Ling Quan finally found her voice again, "Officers, you really have the wrong person. I can't even kill a chicken, how could I murder someone?"