After my divorce, I started to have good luck

Chapter 1365 - 709: Persuading Wu Mengting

Chen Feng’s words might fool his parents, but trying to deceive Wu Mengting won’t be so easy.At least, Wu Mengting believes so herself; she doesn’t believe in the fortune teller Chen Feng mentioned.

In this day and age, who still believes in this stuff?

"Mengting, you shouldn’t dismiss it. That fortune teller is indeed real. Back then, it was because I listened to him that I whimsically spent hundreds on lottery tickets. Otherwise, even if I played the lottery, I wouldn’t have bought so many tickets at once.

Not to mention, I easily won a multimillion-dollar jackpot. I didn’t fake winning the jackpot. If you don’t believe me, I can show you my bank’s transfer records from when I claimed the prize last year."

Chen Feng spoke earnestly, and considering he probably won the lottery jackpot last year, it would explain why he suddenly went from a divorced pauper to a wealthy man.

Wu Mengting almost believed him, but she wasn’t a naïve woman. She quickly questioned, "Then tell me, what’s the fortune teller’s name? Can you still contact him? Don’t tell me you can’t reach him."

Chen Feng smiled wryly and said, "Initially, when he stopped me on the street to give me a reading, I didn’t believe him either, thought he was a con artist trying to swindle money, ready to ignore him. But he accurately guessed the situation with my family’s two brothers and even our zodiac signs, which made me somewhat believe him.

He then looked at my face and palms, and I gave him my birth details. He said I was destined to have two wives, meaning I’d divorce and remarry.

He also said everything would go smoothly for me, I’d gain wealth and succeed. At the time, I had just divorced, with only two or three thousand yuan to my name, so of course, I didn’t believe what he said.

But later, I happened to pass by a lottery shop and recalled the fortune teller’s words, in a moment of irrationality, spent three to four hundred yuan on a pile of random lottery tickets, and ended up winning.

Do you think this is extraordinary? Wasn’t the fortune teller incredibly accurate?

I later tried to find him, but never succeeded. However, I remember all the advice he gave me back then, especially warning me not to remarry before I turn thirty-three. Otherwise, my good luck would quickly run out, leading to bad luck.

He said my fate would reach a turning point at the age of thirty-three; if I pass smoothly through that year, I’d live a long life; if not, it could mean a short life."

Chen Feng’s detailed description sounded so real that Wu Mengting began to waver, unable to resist asking, "Did he also predict... your illness?"

Chen Feng nodded with a slightly somber expression, "Yes. According to his later words, he precisely saw that I had a serious illness, looked like death was near, was pessimistic and demoralized, which stirred his kindness to stop me and give me a reading, offering much advice."

After hearing this, Wu Mengting started to believe him.

After all, what Chen Feng said made sense and seemed genuinely believable.

"Why didn’t you ever tell me about this fortune teller before?"

Ultimately, Wu Mengting was still skeptical about Chen Feng’s explanation.

"If I told you, would you believe it? Furthermore, although we were close before, we never reached the point where we shared everything with each other. It’s the same even now; we both still have our secrets, and there’s no way everything will be shared, right?"

Wu Mengting was left speechless, unable to argue. Chen Feng’s words were true; their relationship hadn’t reached the level of complete openness and trust.

This is indeed common for many couples and spouses; everyone has their own small secrets, not everything can be shared.

"Thirty-three blades cut, that’s a custom, and thirty-three years old should be my life crisis. If I can endure it that year, then like the fortune teller said, I’d live long; if not, I might face an untimely death. That’s also why I haven’t wanted to officially start a romantic relationship with you; I’m afraid I won’t survive past thirty-three..."

"You won’t," Wu Mengting immediately interrupted, "you’re doing well now, and the results of the last examination were very optimistic. Don’t overthink things. Even if—anyway, I won’t regret it. But I can’t accept waiting until after thirty-three to marry you."

Chen Feng sighed, "I have no choice. The fortune teller was very clear that the reason why my life was in a downward spiral was due to the constraint of my first marriage, causing me to be like a dragon trapped in shallow waters, a tiger defeated in the plains, letting my luck get blocked, continuously experiencing misfortune. Eventually, I lost my job, got divorced, and was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Fortunately, after the divorce, my luck got a turnaround, things began to go smoothly; I achieved success in my career, enjoyed a rich love life, even my terminal illness showed signs of improvement. Can this be explained scientifically? It can’t be."

Wu Mengting, having listened to this, began to believe as well. The contrast between Chen Feng’s life before and after the divorce was too stark, and even more astonishing was that his seemingly terminal brain cancer showed signs of improvement—something not many would believe, yet as someone who accompanied Chen Feng for his medical checkup, she knew it to be true.

Wu Mengting remained silent for a moment with a complex expression, before exhaling and saying, "Even though what you said may be true, I still want to marry you sooner."

Chen Feng shook his head with a wry smile, "You’re asking me to risk my life?"

Wu Mengting pursed her lips, sighed, "Then can we get engaged first? We can get engaged now and marry in three years."

With Chen Feng’s situation, believing in this as potentially true, she couldn’t insist on marrying him if it meant risking his life.

Mostly because she knew about Chen Feng’s terminal illness, otherwise, she might not have yielded so easily.

Chen Feng also sighed, "Having shared these festering thoughts with you, I feel relieved. It’s not that I don’t want to get engaged or married with you sooner, just that... I’m really worried I won’t survive past thirty-three. One worry is wasting your lifelong happiness, another is not wanting to disobey the fortune teller’s instructions. Who knows, I might indeed get past thirty-three. If I can live longer, live healthier, of course, I don’t want to die young, right?"

Wu Mengting couldn’t refute him and could only emphasize again, "Getting engaged first, at least?"

Chen Feng said with a pained expression, "It’s not that I don’t want to get engaged with you now, just that even if we don’t register, engagement forms some marriage-like relationship. I’m afraid it violates the taboo warned by the fortune teller, isn’t that right? This risk really isn’t worth taking.