"No." Cheng Lang said, "I've been an orphan since I was little. His family was in a car accident during this summer vacation..."
After Cheng Lang finished telling them about their backgrounds, the factory owner and his wife both had tears in their eyes. The owner's wife grabbed Cheng Lang's hand, weeping and sniffling. "How could these two children have such miserable lives? That damned Heaven really won't let good people live. Such good kids... it hasn't been easy for them at all."
"Why don't you forget about renting our factory building? Three people died there in less than three years. It really isn't lucky. Auntie can't cheat you." The owner's wife cried, "Let's not sign this contract. Don't worry, we'll help you find another factory building nearby. We'll definitely find you one that's cheap and hasn't had anyone die in it."
Cheng Lang: "..."
"That won't be necessary." Cheng Lang had not expected to overdo it and nearly talk himself out of the bargain he had secured. He immediately said, "I had my fortune told when I was little. The fortune teller said I was a lone star of calamity, full of baleful energy—even ghosts were afraid of me. It's precisely because my fate is hard enough that I dared rent your factory building. To tell you the truth, I'm not afraid of ghosts causing trouble. I can keep them down."
"But—" The owner's wife still hesitated.
"No buts. It's settled." After saying that, Cheng Lang directly signed and stamped the lease agreement, then urged the factory owner to sign as well.
Though the factory owner looked fierce and intimidating, he was an exceptionally kind man underneath. Hearing how tragic the two children's backgrounds were, he could not bring himself to take advantage of them. Choking up, he said,