That evening.
In an upscale Western restaurant.
Du Yunting and I sat facing each other.
He sat there calmly, but his slightly furrowed brows betrayed his unease.
A few hours earlier, I had called him and told him that people from the organization would try to assassinate him tonight.
That was the final conclusion I had drawn from the divination.
My mother and the others were bound to make a move today. If they weren't targeting us, they could only be targeting Du Yunting.
And the divination had given that answer because I had gotten involved, which was why I had come to see Du Yunting and have this meal with him.
Who would have thought that, without even realizing it, I had become my mother's enemy and Du Yunting's temporary ally?
I looked at the candle on the table, then gave him a puzzled look. "Two grown men having dinner, and you light one of these? Are we having a candlelit dinner?"
"This is a French restaurant. They have these things anyway," he said distractedly. "An Ning is the one I like. Don't flatter yourself."
As he spoke, his fingers tapped the tabletop. He could barely conceal his nervousness.
"You said on the phone that you'd done a divination for me. What exactly was the result?" he asked.
"You're in danger tonight. You might die, or you might be seriously injured..."
At that, he shifted in his seat, as though sitting on pins and needles. "Don't joke about something like this. Is it death or serious injury?"
"Who's joking?" I said honestly. "I'm in no mood to joke with you right now. I don't know whether you'll die or be seriously injured. I can't get a conclusion that precise. But a divination doesn't necessarily come true. Otherwise, why would