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My Wife is a Psychic

Jiang Xi, the warden of a mental asylum, transmigrated one day and became a girl from a farming village who had three engagements annulled and hanged herself three times. Jiang Xi: That's ridiculous!Jiang Xi was a psychic who could make predictions come true just by talking. If she claimed that someone's house would collapse, it would collapse the next day, even if it was structurally sound. In her previous life, her predictions were a little too real for her family. They were spooked by her abilities and left her at that asylum. She was unconcerned and adapted to life there like a duck to water. Though she managed to get promoted to warden after much difficulty, she suddenly transmigrated, and everything was suddenly the way it was before. She studied her leaking house and sighed to herself. Whatever. She would live life one day at a time, then.When her mother clumsily ruined the family's crops, Jiang Xi assured her: They would be fine tomorrow.Her mother wiped her tears and woke up the following day to check on the crops... only to find that the ruined sprouts were budding! During the dry season, Jiang Xi's father stared dolefully at the crops that looked like they were going to wither and die. Jiang Xi simply pursed her lips and said: There will be a downpour soon.Jiang Xi's father doubted her words. But three days later, a downpour came, and he looked just like a happy child.Everyone in the village began to call Jiang Xi a lucky star, and the village head was willing to yield his position to her so that she would lead the village to riches. Bachelors proposed to her and came to her house with generous gifts even though they used to scorn her, but a tanned, muscular man with rough facial features stood in their way before they could reach the Jiangs' house.Zhao Xiping pointed at Jiang Xi and declared loudly: My wife! Mine!

Wuxia · Integral
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370 Chs

The Life of the Rich and Noble

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After reading Jiang Shan's fortune, Hong Shan also handed over her's own birth date and said, "This is our family's Young Miss' Bazi Chart, you can read it." She had done it according to Jiang Xi's instructions. Jiang Xi wanted to give it try.

The young man was still angry. When he saw Hong Shan take out the money, he reluctantly reached out and took it. A man would not bend for some rice, but he could bend for three thousand yuan. He roughly glanced at the Bazi Chart Hong Shan handed over and said, "If you don't believe me, you can leave. There's no need to test me again and again. The birth characters you gave me are even worse than the ones just now. You'll be a slave for the rest of your life, a lowly life. Fortunately, you've met a noble person who can help you get rid of my status as a slave. Even your descendants will have great opportunities."

Hong Shan laughed when she heard this. No one disliked hearing good words.