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Chapter 51 - Divination

Liang Jia had already changed into a Chinese qipao. She had clouds and buttons, and exquisite veined patterns. Dark gold threads weaved dragons and phoenixes, and her well-cut body revealed Liang Jia's ample chest and slender waist.

They were holding glasses, and a waiter was pulling a tray next to them. He respectfully bowed slightly, and on the tray was a large bottle of red wine.

Liang Jia's fingers were like jade as she picked up a crystal clear glass cup and poured the dark red wine from the bottle into it. She first toasted Zhou Qizhu.

"Dad, thank you for adopting me. I respect you for raising me for so many years." The stars in Liang Jia's eyes glittered as if water was turning inside of them. Zhou Qichu was one of the few people in the world who truly treated her well. She was touched and even more grateful that he had long since treated Zhou Qichu as his own father.

Zhou Qizhu looked at Liang Jia and finished it in one gulp. "Alright …" He owed this child to her in the end. Now that she had finally grown up and married his own son, it could be said that she had a good home to return to.

The waiter very perceptively switched Liang Jia's empty wine cup with another one.

Liang Jia took it, a trace of struggle flashing across her face.

"Mom …" she said, holding the glass in her hands.

Liang Wenrui ignored her. He turned around, grabbed Xia Qin'er's hand, and patted her gently. "The Italian cuisine is indeed not as delicious as the Chinese cuisine. It's still you. The 'Good Carp Soup' you made for me at the Zhou Mansion is the most delicious."

Xia Qin'er obediently smiled, her smile sweet and attentive. "Auntie, if you like it, I'll make it for you every day after we return!"

An exaggerated expression of joy appeared on Liang Wenrui's face as he agreed.

Liang Jia stood to the side with an awkward expression and a trace of indignation. Even though she was clearly the daughter-in-law of the Zhou family, Liang Wenrui openly agreed for Xia Qin'er to come to the Zhou family to cook … Moreover, when she toasted her, she only spoke to Xia Qin'er.

"Alas, Xing Chen didn't have such good fortune to be able to marry such a good wife like you …"

Liang Wenrui's light words caused Liang Jia's face to turn deathly pale. The relatives and friends at the table looked at each other, then secretly looked at the real Madame Zhou who was left hanging by the side …

Liang Jia's figure slightly swayed. Suddenly, a hand rested on Liang Jia's shoulder, and then it slipped to her waist, passing warmth to Liang Jia.

Zhou Xing Chen held Liang Jia tightly with his right hand, his left hand holding the wine cup as he said to Liang Wenrui from afar, "Mom, Jia Jia Yue and I toast to you!" "By the way, being able to marry Jia Yue is my greatest fortune!"

Liang Wenrui and Xia Qin'er were a bit embarrassed, so they could only force a smile to cover their embarrassment.

After Liang Wenrui drank that cup of wine, Zhou Xing Chen walked from table to table with Liang Jia in his arms, but he never let go of her.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell how much the young master of the Zhou family valued this young lady, and how much he cherished her …

After the wedding, the honeymoon that had been prepared was put on the agenda.

While the domestic weather was still chilly, Zhou Xing Chen and Liang Jia were already embracing the blue sky and the sea on the island of Maldives.

Clear and clean blue sky, clear and transparent sea. The gentle wind carried the waves and licked the soft sand. As the sun was setting in the west, the shore was covered with a layer of golden light, making it seem as if the two people walking on the beach were walking on gold leaf.

Zhou Xing Chen tightly held onto Liang Jia's shoulder as they walked along the coastline, drawing out a series of footprints.

The beach was a wilderness under the setting sun. Suddenly, in a place with no one around, Liang Jia saw an old granny sitting there, surrounded by many things they couldn't understand.

Zhou Xing Chen followed Liang Jia's gaze and asked with a gentle smile, "Shall we go and take a look?"

"Yes!"

Together they came to the old man.

At the sound of footsteps, the old man raised his head, closed his eyes and felt around his body. This was a blind old man.

Surprisingly, she was an Asian face.

"The two of you are... "Oh, congratulations to the newlyweds." The grandma held a black stone in her hand and placed it on her palm, constantly rubbing it with her fingers.

Zhou Xingchen raised an eyebrow. Chinese?

"He knows his place. It can be said that the two of you and I are fated to meet. So, why don't we make a divination for the two of you?"

Liang Jia nodded. Naturally, Zhou Xing Chen had no objections.

The old man took out a bamboo tube and had each of them draw on one. Then, he took out an empty turtle shell with three copper coins inside. The old man shook it until clanging sounds could be heard. The old man stretched out his withered, tree-like hand, his five fingers spread out to the center of his palm. Liang Jia understood and handed over the two signatures that they had drawn to the old man.

The old man rubbed his hands for a while, the wrinkles on his face deepened, and his expression became more serious.

"Sir, Miss, according to the rumour, Kan Li cannot be shaken up. It means that one of you is water while the other is fire. If it's an opponent, then we can help each other. "But husband and wife..."

"So what if they're husband and wife!" Hearing the old man's ominous words, Zhou Xing Chen's face darkened. His handsome brow furrowed as he glared at the old man.

The old man was stunned for a long time before he slowly said, "Husband and wife are incompatible fire and water."

Liang Jia's dignified smile turned awkward, and Zhou Xing Chen's eyes gradually dimmed. Suddenly, he stepped forward and kicked away the turtle shell on the old man's side, saying with disdain, "It's just a bluff, don't try to trick me." As she spoke, she wanted to tear down her signboard.

Liang Jia blocked the way with all her might, pulling Zhou Xing Chen along by the collar as they left.

"Is it childish? "Why are you angry with her?" As Liang Jia and Zhou Xing Chen walked side by side, they recalled the calm and collected expression on her face when she had faced Mount Tai in the business arena.

Liang Jia burst out laughing.

Zhou Xing Chen looked at her resentfully.

Liang Jia said with a serious expression, "Cough cough …" Even though, what she said was quite infuriating. "

"Hmph." Zhou Xing Chen snorted, adding, "How hateful."

In the end, he suddenly slowed down and followed behind Liang Jia. He slowly circled around her from behind.

Liang Jia stopped in her tracks.

Zhou Xing Chen placed his head under her neck, sighing. "She doesn't understand at all. It's not easy for the two of us to reach where we are today …"

Liang Jia helplessly smiled, and tenderly held his hand as she wrapped it around hers. Suddenly, she thought of an important matter.

"Let me ask you a question."

Zhou Xing Chen gave a low grunt of assent.

Liang Jia organized her words slightly, then said, "Before this, I warned you that Xia Qin'er had other motives for getting close to you. Back then, you said that it was none of my business." Liang Jia pulled his hand away and turned to face him, staring straight into Zhou Xing Chen's eyes. "Can you tell me now?"

A sliver of struggle appeared on Zhou Xing Chen's handsome face, a sliver of helplessness on his face. Finally, his gaze fell upon Liang Jia's watery eyes, and it turned into a soft expression. "It's nothing, it's related to her mother's death."

Liang Jia had more questions to ask, but Zhou Xing Chen had already taken her hand, bringing the topic up to a different topic.