12: Chapter 12: Fortune Telling? You have way too many marriage lines!

"So, what do you want to calculate?" Su Yun asked.

Qian Duoduo flicked his cigar into the ashtray, the expression on his face suddenly becoming a bit peculiar.

It was part playful, part expectant, and part... indescribably flirtatious.

"Master, I'm well into my forties, and I'm still a bachelor to this day."

"The old folks at home are nagging me constantly, insisting I find a wife to carry on the family line."

Qian Duoduo squinted his small eyes, which were squeezed into mere slits by fat, at the camera.

"Just calculate my marriage prospects for me."

"See if I still have the luck in this life to bring a wife home to warm my bed."

The viewers in the livestream room were instantly amused upon hearing this.

"This fat guy is still single?"

"To be honest, with his conditions, it shouldn't be hard to find a wife, right? Unless he has some special fetishes."

"Boss Qian, don't be too strict about gender; what do you think of me?"

"Get lost, upstairs! He wants a fated match, not someone after his money!"

Su Yun looked at Qian Duoduo's 'I'll just quietly watch you perform' look and felt a wave of secret amusement.

This fat guy looked rough and careless, but he was actually sharp as a tack.

He was deliberately setting a difficult challenge.

For a rich man like him, there was certainly no shortage of women around him.

But he specifically asked about 'marriage' and 'a fated match'.

This was a test for Su Yun.

If Su Yun followed his lead and said his 'Red Phoenix' star was moving and he'd marry soon, it would clearly be flattery.

If he said he was destined to die alone, he would definitely offend him.

The fat guy wanted to see how Su Yun would talk his way out of this.

"Alright, since Boss Qian has this request, I'll take a look for you."

Su Yun didn't waste words and directly chanted in his mind.

"System, investigate Qian Duoduo."

[Heavenly Secrets Divine Calculation System activated.]

[Target locked: Qian Duoduo.]

[Consuming daily free attempt...]

Whoosh!

Lines of small text that only Su Yun could see floated above Qian Duoduo's head.

Su Yun focused his gaze, and his originally calm expression suddenly underwent a slight change.

His eyebrows twitched upward slightly, and a hint of oddness flashed in his eyes.

This data...

Is quite something.

[Name: Qian Duoduo]

[Age: 42]

[Occupation: Chairman of an Import-Export Trading Company]

[Recent Fortune: Flooded with Peach Blossoms, but all are 'rotten Peach Blossoms' (bad luck in love), with a risk of financial loss.]

[Past: Self-made man. Had a deep, unforgettable first love in his youth but was dumped for being poor. Since then, he ceased to believe in love and began wandering through flowers... (Click for details)]

[Future: ... (Click for details)]

[Sin Value: 15]

[Detailed Crimes: Extremely chaotic private life. Although he hasn't broken any laws, he frequently toys with emotions, qualifying as a 'scumbag' on a moral level.]

Su Yun quickly scanned this information and got the gist of it.

This Qian Duoduo was a typical case of getting rich and turning bad.

Having been hurt in his youth, he started retaliatory consumption after striking it rich, rolling around in women.

However, what interested Su Yun most wasn't this textual information.

It was the 'Marriage Line' map displayed by the system.

In the system's vision, everyone had lines representing various fortunes.

An ordinary person's Marriage Line was usually one or two, clear and distinct.

But this Qian Duoduo's Marriage Lines...

Good grief.

It was simply a tangled mess!

Dense pink lines extended from his body, connecting to countless directions.

Some were thick, some thin, some intermittent, and some hopelessly entwined.

At a glance, it looked like a pink spiderweb that had wrapped his entire being inside.

"How is it, Master?"

Seeing Su Yun remain silent for a long time, just staring at the screen, Qian Duoduo grew a bit impatient.

He took another puff of his cigar, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Can't you calculate it?"

"If you really can't make something up, just say so and refund the money for that Douyin No. 1 to me."

"I'm not an unreasonable person."

Su Yun withdrew his gaze, looked at Qian Duoduo's greasy face, and suddenly smiled.

That smile carried a deep meaning that Qian Duoduo couldn't quite decipher.

"Boss Qian, your marriage prospects are indeed quite difficult to calculate."

Su Yun tossed the pen in his hand onto the desk with a light 'clack'.

"For most people, a Marriage Line is a line."

"But your Marriage Lines..."

Su Yun paused, raised his hand to trace a large circle in the air, and then stirred his fingers messily within it.

"How is this a line?"

"This is clearly a Coiled Silk Cave."

Coiled Silk Cave?

The viewers in the livestream were stunned for a moment before bursting into wild laughter.

"Holy crap! Coiled Silk Cave? That description is brilliant!"

"LMAO, is the Master calling him Zhu Bajie?"

"The Coiled Silk Cave is full of Spider Spirits; Boss Qian has fallen into a nest of demons!"

"Incise! Too incisive!"

On the other end of the screen, Qian Duoduo was taken aback.

His small eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, blinked twice, followed by a burst of hearty laughter.

"Hahaha! Coiled Silk Cave? Master, your metaphor... is superb!"

Qian Duoduo slapped his thigh hard, the flab on his face trembling. He didn't look angry at all; instead, he seemed rather proud.

"The Coiled Silk Cave is full of demons, every one of them as beautiful as a flower, and they all want to eat Tang Seng's flesh."

He pointed his cigar-holding hand at himself, his face glowing: "The Master is praising me for my incredible luck with women, saying my charm is as great as Tang Seng's!"

Su Yun looked at this self-satisfied fat man and almost couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud.

This level of interpretation—full marks.

The viewers in the livestream were also dumbfounded.

"Is this fat guy's skin made of bulletproof vests?"

"Tang Seng my foot! You're more like Zhu Bajie carrying his bride!"

"To be honest, I admire this mindset; as long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to others."

Qian Duoduo blissfully took a puff of his cigar and exhaled a cloud of thick smoke, his expression like a general who had just won a battle.

"Master, since you've seen that I have a Coiled Silk Cave constitution, then tell me, exactly how many demons are in my cave?"

His words held a hint of provocation. He clearly felt that Su Yun's "Coiled Silk Cave" metaphor was just a lucky guess, a random fabrication.

After all, rich people have many women around them.

This was common sense, not a real skill.

Su Yun stopped spinning his pen and leaned forward slightly.

His sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the screen and look directly into Qian Duoduo's soul.

"Boss Qian, your villa is quite large."

Su Yun didn't answer with a number directly but suddenly shifted the topic to the house.

Qian Duoduo was startled and subconsciously looked back at his Jinbi Huihuang living room.

"Of course, this villa has four floors, a garden, and a swimming pool, covering two thousand square meters. With this location and renovation, it's just a small matter of a hundred million or so."

His tone was full of boasting, as if he wanted to paste the property deed on his forehead.

Su Yun nodded, his tone flat.

"The house is big, and there are many rooms."

"Otherwise, it really wouldn't be able to hold so many people."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Qian Duoduo's face froze.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze now holding more scrutiny: "Master, what do you mean by that? Besides the nanny and the butler, I'm all alone in this house."

"All alone?"

Su Yun gave a light chuckle.

"Boss Qian, let's not beat around the bush."

"On the third floor of your villa, those seven rooms should all be occupied right now, shouldn't they?"

Qian Duoduo's hand holding the cigar visibly trembled, and a long section of ash fell with a 'clack' onto his expensive silk pajamas.

Ignoring the heat, he hurriedly brushed it off. His face turned a bit ugly, but he was still trying to keep his composure.

"Master must be joking. No matter how much money I have, I don't have the power to clone myself."

Su Yun ignored his sophistry and continued: "Furthermore, these seven tenants have very consistent identities."

"They are all female college students from the nearby university town, correct?"