Wang Xiaoliang stared at that line of classical Chinese, his scalp tingling.
Should he turn the page or not?
His fingers pinched the edge of the page, the paper's distinctive roughness traveling through his fingertips.
If he turned it, he might not be able to bear the unknown price.
If he did not, the curiosity would claw at him.
His fingers rubbed together.
The page turned.
A line of text stood out on the new page.
[Thirty-One Arts of Changing Fate: Do not rush; an unsettled mind invites loss. For haste and fortune do not share a frequency.]
The literal meaning was painfully straightforward.
Do not rush.
Impatience made mistakes and financial losses more likely. The rhythm of haste clashed with the rhythm of luck.
Wang Xiaoliang leaned against the headboard, his brows tightly knitted.
He really had been frantic lately.
Zhou Qiang had disappeared for no apparent reason. With his mainstay gone, how could he not be anxious?
Li Lanxiang and her daughter had suddenly turned on him, stepping forward to seize control and give foolish orders. How could he not be anxious?
The school had slapped him with an eviction notice, smashing his livelihood to pieces. How could he not be anxious?
His mind rapidly rewound.
The more anxious he became, the more muddled his mind grew.
The more anxious he became, the more foolish moves he made.
When Zhou Qiang disappeared, he had been so worried and worked up that he had never considered what would change with Li Lanxiang taking over as his partner.
He should have used the Art of Reading People on her first.
When Li Lanxiang started causing trouble and threw him off balance, he had hastily handed over the online banking access and company seal, leaving himself at her mercy