Volume One, Chapter Fifteen: The Crown Prince of the Xiao Family, Xiao Junhe

Yun Mojiu cast a languid glance at him.
“If you have so much free time to stand here and laugh at me, perhaps you should go home and check on your mother.”
Wu Minyi frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
“Your mother is about to die a miserable death,” Yun Mojiu replied, her tone calm and unhurried.
“You’re cursing my mother!”
Wu Minyi’s face darkened at once.
His mother was perfectly healthy and in good spirits—how could she possibly die so tragically?
Was Yun Mojiu just trying to upset him on purpose?
“Very well, Yun Mojiu. You’ve been abandoned, so you take it out on me? If you have the guts, go make trouble for that Xie Jingling. What’s the point of venting your anger at me?”
“If you don’t believe me, you can go home now and see if there’s a green-eyed black cat locked up somewhere.”
“Ha!”
Wu Minyi snorted, as though he’d just heard the world’s funniest joke.
“I’ve been allergic to cat fur since childhood. We’ve never kept a cat at home!”
“Oh, really.”
Yun Mojiu shrugged, unconcerned.
She’d said all she needed to say.
Life and death have their fates—it’s all destiny.
If he chose not to believe her, there was nothing she could do.
“Hey, you’re just going to leave? Explain yourself!”
Seeing Yun Mojiu turn to leave, Wu Minyi, fuming, tried to grab her arm.
But before his hand could touch her, a large palm brushed it aside.
He was about to erupt in anger when he looked up and met Xiao Junhe’s cold, fierce gaze.
He froze.
Wasn’t this… the crown prince of the Xiao family, the most prominent of the imperial capital’s elite clans?
There were four great families in the capital: the Xiao, Shen, Gu, and Tang families.
All four had long histories and deep roots, but each had developed in different directions.
The Shen family, known for their remarkable genes, had many children—all of them outstanding, excelling in every field.
The Gu family dominated politics, holding an unrivaled status in government.
The Tang family was invincible in military affairs.
As for the Xiao family, in the business world of the capital—and even all of China—there was no one who didn’t know them.
Their vast commercial empire spanned the entire nation and reached into many foreign countries. They were undisputed business titans, their wealth rivaling that of nations.
Xiao Junhe was the sole heir to the Xiao family.
Families like his and Xie Jingling’s, even if you gathered ten of them, couldn’t compare to the Xiao family.
“President Xiao, you’re dining here too?”
He’d had the good fortune to meet Xiao Junhe once before.

Though they were about the same age, Xiao Junhe’s status was such that Wu Minyi instinctively lowered his own demeanor.
Xiao Junhe didn’t spare him a glance, instead turning to Yun Mojiu.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
Yun Mojiu shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Then let’s go.”
“Mm.”
As he watched the two walk away side by side, Wu Minyi was left dumbfounded.
Yun Mojiu actually knew Xiao Junhe!
And they seemed to be quite familiar with each other.
What was their relationship?
Could it be that there was more to Yun Mojiu’s divorce from Xie Jingling?
Was it not Yun Mojiu who’d been abandoned, but Xie Jingling who’d been discarded?
But what he’d heard was a different story altogether.
What on earth was going on here?
Xiao Junhe dropped Yun Mojiu off at the entrance of her apartment complex before leaving.
Yun Mojiu had planned to go straight home, but then she spotted a shop at the corner across the street. The owner was clearing things out, and a notice at the entrance read “Shop for Transfer.”
She arched an eyebrow.
Perhaps it was time to find something to do.
She walked over.
“Are you closing the shop?”
The owner, a middle-aged woman who was a bit plump, looked up from her work. Upon seeing the pretty young woman before her, she smiled. “Yes, I’m selling everything off, very cheaply. Take a look and see if there’s anything you can use.”
It was a small supermarket, shelves lined with goods, all covered in discount tags.
Yun Mojiu got straight to the point. “I’d like to rent this shop. May I ask how the rent is calculated?”
At this, the owner’s face lit up with delight.
She’d posted the transfer notice for days, and not a single person had inquired.
Still, she answered honestly.
“Miss, the shop is in a secluded corner, and most people don’t even wander this far. The rent isn’t too high, but with no customers, it’s a dead end for business. If you want to rent it, you’d better think it through.”
She herself had chosen the place for the low rent, but with so few customers, she couldn’t make any money and had no choice but to close.
Yun Mojiu smiled gently at her kind advice.
“Thank you for the warning, but I think this shop is just right.”
She didn’t need crowds.
Those with a destined connection would come; those without, even if they found her, would be of no use.
Few people meant peace and quiet.
Since Yun Mojiu was so resolute, the owner no longer hesitated. She handed over the landlord’s contact information and kindly helped her get in touch.
The landlord arrived soon after, contract in hand.

He was about sixty, dressed in a gray tunic suit.
His face bore the marks of time, but it gave him a kindly appearance.
“Miss, the rent is eight thousand a month, not including utilities. Is that all right?” he asked with a friendly smile.
Other shops started at ten thousand a month, so his price was already quite low.
“No problem.”
In a city like this, eight thousand a month for a storefront was indeed a bargain.
He handed her the contract. “Shall we sign, then?”
“Not so fast.” Yun Mojiu paused. “Sir, do you have a grandson?”
The landlord was surprised. “How did you know?”
Then, as if recalling something, he added, “Oh, did Ms. Zhang tell you?”
The shopkeeper, Zhang Shufen, quickly waved her hands. “I said nothing!”
“Then…”
The landlord looked at Yun Mojiu in confusion.
“To be honest, I’m renting this shop to tell fortunes and read faces,” Yun Mojiu explained.
“I just did a reading for you. Your grandson will encounter a disaster today. If he doesn’t escape it, he’ll never stand again.”
“Nonsense!”
The landlord’s kind expression vanished in an instant.
He shot to his feet, snatching back the rental contract.
“I thought you were a young woman trying to make your way, so I offered you a good deal. Who knew you’d have such a malicious heart, cursing my grandson as soon as you arrive! I won’t rent to you! Leave!”
He was already fiercely protective of his only grandson; anyone who dared speak ill of the boy would provoke his wrath.
And now Yun Mojiu was saying his grandson would face disaster, perhaps even be crippled.
Anyone would be upset to hear that, especially someone who treasured their grandchild as much as he did.
The fact that he wasn’t chasing her out with a broom was proof of his self-restraint.
“If you don’t believe me, you can call your grandson’s kindergarten now and ask them to check the transport vehicles,” Yun Mojiu said calmly.
The landlord froze at her words.
How did she know his grandson would be riding the kindergarten’s vehicle today?
Normally, the boy was picked up and dropped off by family, never needing to use the school’s transportation.
But today, the kindergarten was going on a field trip and had chartered several buses.
“Fine, I’ll call. But if there’s nothing wrong, don’t blame me for what I’ll say to you!”
He snorted coldly and pulled out his phone.