Flash marriage to the underworld boss, the queen of metaphysics is sweet and wild

"Xiao Qi! Xiao Qi! Wen Qi!"

The increasingly irritable voice brought back Wen Qi's consciousness. She sat up suddenly and looked around in confusion. This is a quaint farmhouse with apple trees, vegetable plots and even a well in the yard.

In front of him, a little old man with gray hair and a slightly stooped figure was muttering dissatisfiedly, "What did you do last night? Why did you fall asleep while talking? Don't think you can get away with it. Hurry up and be lenient with your confession. You are so stupid." What’s going on with the tattoo on your wrist?”

"Master..." Wen Qi glanced at the little old man doubtfully, then lowered his head to look at his ankle. There is a blooming rose at the ankle of her right foot, and it is also light golden. When the sun shines, it shines brightly and is particularly beautiful.

Wen Qi was in a daze for a moment. When did she get this tattoo? The doubts flashed away in her mind, and she accepted its existence almost instantly, and said plausibly: "Nowadays, young people like tattoos. This is art!"

"Fart!" the little old man was so angry, "Hurry up and get it off for me! Who is a good girl who would tattoo something like this on her body!"

Wen Qi admired it for a while and said, "What kind of thing is this? Isn't it pretty? Old-fashioned!"

She stood up and stretched her arms and legs. "My back and back are sore from sleeping this time. I'll go out for a walk." Before leaving, she turned back and said with a smile: "If you want to take care of me, just live with me down the mountain. Otherwise, what will happen?" Emperor Gao is far away... right?"

The little old man stomped his feet angrily, "Sooner or later I'm going to be pissed off by you, so hurry up and don't come back!"

Wen Qi pouted, "Stubborn little old man."

She took out her mobile phone and checked the time. The Dragon Boat Festival, the fifth day of May in 2025, was the second year since she started working independently and accepted the commission, and it was also the second year since the old man retired to the mountains and forests.

During every year and festival, Wen Qi would go up the mountain to visit his master. Apart from daily greetings when they met, whether they should come down the mountain or not was an eternal topic.

Of course, the stubborn old man wins every time.

Wen Qi walked down the mountain in a daze, feeling that she had forgotten something. She frowned involuntarily, wondering what it was... The rose on her ankle suddenly lit up, and Wen Qi's phone rang.

"Master Wen Tian, ​​the balance has been transferred to your account. Thank you very much this time. I will treat you to dinner again if I have the opportunity in the future."

After a few exchanges of business compliments, Wen Qi hung up the phone and the text message for the transfer arrived. She laughed from the bottom of her heart, "That's it. How could I forget that the balance was still confiscated, and I was so sleepy?"

After spending the Dragon Boat Festival with the old man, Wen Qi accepted a commission and went down the mountain. Another large amount of money beckoned to her.

The commission this time is to set up a Feng Shui bureau for a new house. You need to go to the site to inspect it first, and then make changes according to the terrain and orientation. The price is two million.

Unlike other Celestial Masters, Wen Qi started working on her own after becoming a master. She talked almost all year round, and all the money she earned was her own. In just two years, she became the leading rich woman in the circle, making her peers jealous. No.

Wen Qi got into the car, listened to soft music, sipped expensive red wine, and headed all the way to her destination. When the red wine entered her mouth, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have a poor alcohol tolerance and shouldn't drink before working.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Qi put down the wine glass, turned around and picked up the wine bottle to take a look, and then her eyes widened, "Damn it, when have I ever bought such expensive wine! This is not fen..."

A trace of confusion flashed in Wen Qi's eyes, "What's going on?" Who bought this wine? The kind of red wine that costs tens of millions and can be refilled... a prodigal man.

Wen Qi looked dazed, and her eyelids closed together unconsciously. When she arrived at her destination, she woke up at the driver's call, rubbed her forehead and got out of the car, completely forgetting the problems that had troubled her before falling asleep.

The orange rose once again gave off a faint light, and the flower vine climbed up a small section as big as a palm along the ankle.

This time the client was a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan, and the feng shui that needed to be re-established was a garden-like house.

As soon as Wen Qi arrived, the housekeeper of the house greeted her, and politely took her around the house several times, constantly introducing the things in the house, and then emphatically emphasizing which things should never be touched.

Wen Qi has seen too many customers who want to change their Feng Shui but don't really trust it, so she has her own way of dealing with it.

If it wasn't too outrageous, Wen Qi would not go against the customer. At worst, the modified Feng Shui bureau would be slightly less effective, but the overall impact would not be much.

But the current customer couldn't touch this or that, so Wen Qi laughed angrily, "You won't be allowed to move anywhere, and you're asking someone to change the feng shui. You can arrange it however you like."

The butler's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and said, "You're right, thank you for making this trip today."

Wen Qi's eyes darkened, "Are you kidding me?"

The housekeeper was neither humble nor overbearing, and said truthfully: "You misunderstood. In fact, my wife had asked a master to correct it before, but the owner was not at ease and wanted to invite someone to come and take a look again. What do you think of the Feng Shui just now?"

Wen Qi sneered, "It's not that good. It will take a month at most and blood will flow all over the house!"

The butler's expression finally changed, and he said angrily: "Master Wen Tian, ​​be careful that trouble comes from your mouth!"

Wen Qi turned around and left, "That's it for now. Whether you like it or not, I will never accept any requests from your family." She didn't see that the moment she stepped out of the door, the flower vines around her ankles climbed up again. It was already wrapped around her calf.

Wen Qi slammed the car door expressionlessly. The more she thought about it, the more she held her breath. No! She must take a big deal, preferably one that can make her famous in the Celestial Master circle. Then let’s see who dares to use her as a spare tire!

After thinking about the future for a while, Wen Qi let out a depressed breath.

Heavenly Master is just like Chinese medicine, the older you get, the more popular it becomes. Many big clients only look for the regular Lao Tianshi. If she hadn't stepped out to make a name for herself in the past two years, she might not even be a spare tire.

Wen Qi sighed and said to herself, "We can't put on old age makeup when we receive commissions in the future." After saying this, she couldn't help but laugh, "That's too ridiculous."

Forget it, take your time.

Sighing, Wen Qi closed her eyes and fell asleep as the car rocked.

Hidden on the calf under the trousers, the flower vine was slightly bright and ready to move. It tried to move up several times but then retracted, as if it lacked energy. The flower vines were obviously extinct, but I still gave up.

I don't know how long it took, but after a loud "bang", Wen Qi flew up and rushed forward. She opened her eyes suddenly, reacted very quickly and covered her head and face with her elbows, and hit the back of the front seat hard.

Then there were violent bumps, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the harsh sound of metal scraping. It seemed like it took a long time before the surroundings became quiet.

Wen Qi fumbled to open the car door and got out of the car in a daze. She seemed to have hit her head just now. Now she felt like vomiting as soon as she opened her eyes. She had to stay in place and close her eyes to relieve herself.

"Are you OK?"

A deep voice sounded above her head. Wen Qi's ears moved and she felt a little itchy. She subconsciously raised her head and opened her eyes, and what she saw was a handsome face that was very in line with public aesthetics, and it gave her a fatalistic sense of familiarity.

Especially those eyes, which are dark and deep, like a mysterious universe, inviting exploration.

For a moment, Wen Qi's heart skipped a beat.