Chapter 12: Not a Good Pastry
Clouds had veiled the moon.
Yu Jingting halted in his tracks, the oppressive darkness around them, Suizi’s suppressed statements now the only sound.
"Wang Fenfang is right, I have a curse in my fate; my birth chart... it’s just not good."
"You’re lucky you weren’t born ten years earlier."
"Huh?"
"Ten years earlier, all those baseless thoughts in your head would have landed you in a shed. We should believe in atheism."
"..." Coming from a son who practiced shamanism, those words were utterly unconvincing.
"Ever since my mother gave birth to me, she’s never been happy, and misfortune always seems to follow those around me. My father had someone calculate my fortune, and they said my life is tough on my family."
Suizi had put on a brave face at the Chen family’s home, but Wang Fenfang’s words "a curse in her fate" indeed struck a nerve.
"Smashing his window is letting him off too easy—come on, let’s smash the back yard windows too." Yu Jingting turned, intending to head back.
"Stop messing around! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious!" Suizi punched him lightly.