I Only Sell Murder Houses

I no longer had much interest in romance.

I was about to turn twenty-seven, yet I had only ever been in one relationship, with Fang Man.

But my curse had killed Fang Man. Seventh Master said I was destined to bring death to my wife.

My Fate Pattern was like that of the Lone Star of Sha. A wonderful woman like Fang Man had already become a tragic warning. How could I dare fall in love again?

Besides, I did not believe Lin Yin liked me. This was not some idol drama where people fell in love at the drop of a hat.

“Don’t talk nonsense. I’ve barely seen her a few times. How could I possibly like her?”

“Besides, my Fate Pattern is flawed.”

Afraid that Song Xiaotian and the others would start teasing me again, I told them that my fate was cursed against my wife. And it was not only marriage. Even a woman who merely dated me would suffer.

Anning’s hand jerked, and she almost dropped her chopsticks. She stared at me in shock. “You… bring death to your wife?”