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The person standing behind the Hong Kong Sorcerer lives in Malaysia and has never heard of the Flower Curse. Moreover, individuals of that caliber typically do not act recklessly, nor would they suddenly turn against the Shen Family without warning. After all, Second Uncle has a certain level of influence in the circles of Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan.
After pondering for a long time without any conclusions, the next day, the lawyer submitted the evidence. Following the ruling, I was confirmed to be innocent and released. As I had imagined, the police officers looked quite displeased. They had prepared to celebrate their victory but were thwarted midway by the Barrister. Watching the "murderer" walk free made their eyes nearly burst with anger, their expressions as if they wanted to devour someone.
The lawyer drove me away without a care; he had dealt with too many such cases and was already impervious to threats.
For the next three days, Second Uncle stayed with four Ajan near the school to prevent any accidents. Three days later, Second Uncle left with Azan Kunsha and another Ajan, while the remaining two Ajan were tasked with secretly protecting me. It wasn't until two weeks later that they all returned to Thailand.
From being a murder suspect to being on the brink of death and then back to calmness, the entire process felt like a roller coaster ride. My heart remained unsettled for a long time, feeling as if the whole world was filled with malice towards me!
Upon returning to school, Hu Xiaoyi and Qin Senior Sister both came to ask why the lawyer had come looking for them. They also mentioned that police had searched the dormitory, making it seem like something serious had happened. I didn't know how the Barrister had explained things to them, so I stammered and refused to clarify. They looked displeased and said, "We are sincerely trying to help you, yet you keep hiding things from us. Can we still be friends?"
Despite their words, I still wouldn't budge. The lawyer had made it very clear that it was best not to spread this kind of information around since it wasn't something honorable. The more people who knew about it, the more adverse effects it would have on my life.
In the end, I had no choice but to treat them all to a big meal as a sort of hush money.
Life at school was undoubtedly comfortable. I became increasingly disinterested in studying; I was either late or leaving early every day. The leave requests I accumulated in a month could wrap around the playground. Every time Hu Xiaoyi helped me request leave, there was no need for words; the teacher would already mark me absent on my attendance sheet.
Since I had sold them a few Amulets before, Hu Xiaoyi and Liang Xi gradually began to accept this foreign culture. They often asked me questions about Amulets and shared what they learned with their families. Hu Xiaoyi said those three Amulets were excellent! After Qin Zhenzhen's family wore them, everything they did went smoothly. Now their relationship was growing closer; although they hadn't completely broken through any barriers, Qin Zhenzhen's parents seemed to have tacitly approved.
As for Liang Xi, he was also very satisfied. Although his parents farmed in the countryside and whether or not they had Amulets didn't make much difference, he was happy to give them valuable gifts. This was his first time giving back to his parents in his life, which felt memorable.
They were happy, so naturally I was happy too. The only thing that bothered me was Qin Senior Sister. After such a long time, there had been no news from my sister, and she was almost dying of anxiety. But there was nothing I could do; she was in a vegetative state, and unless a miracle happened, it was impossible for her to wake up. From the very beginning, the Amulet was just a gimmick to cheer her up.
Perhaps these people had promoted it too well; more and more people at school were coming to me to buy the Amulet. However, most of them were looking for the cheaper ones, costing only a few hundred or even tens of dollars, with very few exceeding two thousand. Although I couldn't make much money, the feeling of being watched everywhere as my fame grew was still quite enjoyable.
The first half of my sophomore year flew by quickly as we approached the holiday. A few weeks before the break, I received a call from an unfamiliar number; it was a woman who sounded to be in her thirties.
She introduced herself as the aunt of a classmate from school. Hearing that my family specialized in being dealers, she asked if I had any cards that could counteract a mistress.
From this, it was clear she wanted to buy a shadow card. I was very resistant to selling shadow cards, so I politely declined her offer. This aunt pleaded with me on the phone for quite some time, saying she was just outside the school and hoped to discuss it with me in person. I decided that while I wouldn't sell the Amulet, I should at least meet her out of courtesy since she had come all this way, so I agreed to go have coffee with her.
At the café, I met the aunt. She was indeed not very old—thirty-two years old—and owned a cosmetics store that seemed to be doing well. However, judging by her appearance, it was hard to believe she was the boss of a cosmetics store. She wore no makeup at all; her face looked pale and waxy, and she appeared quite frail and lacking energy.
Regarding this, she said, "It's precisely because I sell cosmetics that I never use them. What’s in those products? Various hormones and harmful chemicals; using those is no different from taking poison. Sure, they may make you look good now, but when you get old, you'll scare people!"
I replied, "If you hate cosmetics so much, why do you sell them? Aren't you worried about your conscience?"
She said, "Anyway, it's for others to use; I'm just here to make money. Besides, if I don't sell them, someone else will—everyone's just trying to earn."
I chuckled and said, "That's true; however, like I said before, I'm not selling shadow cards."
"Please!" She immediately became anxious; her eyes turned red and she choked up as if she were a professional actress: "You have no idea how pitiful I am—married at thirty after so long and finally got pregnant only to have two miscarriages in a row due to malnutrition."
I gasped and said, "A pregnant woman can be malnourished? Your husband must not know how to take care of you!"
"This can't be entirely his fault," my aunt explained. "It's all because this society is too dark. What food can we eat now? The meat has additives, the buns are made with questionable flour, and the water is polluted in various ways. I joined a group that exposes unscrupulous merchants, and I've learned a lot about the dark side of food. Eating those things is no different from consuming poison. So, I can only spend a lot of money on imported rice and eat porridge every day, which has led to malnutrition and miscarriages. But my husband doesn't understand me at all; he says everyone else eats it, so why can't I? If I ate well, would I still lose the baby? But what does he know? Those foods are truly toxic. What if the baby is born deformed?"
I was somewhat speechless, thinking that even if there were deformities, you first need to have a child. Constant malnutrition leading to miscarriages—it's no wonder her husband wouldn't understand. But such thoughts could only remain unspoken. I wanted to subtly advise her, so I said, "Although many foods have issues, generally they aren't too harmful. Aren't people living like this nowadays? It doesn't seem worse than before. Miscarriage not only harms your body but also hurts your husband's feelings. Moreover, the miscarried child may harbor resentment, which could negatively affect your fortune. I could help you contact a high monk in Thailand to chant sutras for those children."
"You don't understand!" my aunt said. "I've thought about this. To avoid miscarriages, I wanted to sell our city house and buy land in the countryside. We could build our own house and raise some pigs, cows, and sheep. We could grow whatever we want—how clean would that be! But he absolutely disagrees, saying I'm being ridiculous. It's too far to the countryside; commuting for work and school would be inconvenient for the kids. He's so selfish; this concerns our child's health and ours—how can he only think about convenience?"
I paused slightly, instinctively calculating whether I would agree if my wife wanted to sell our house and move to the countryside to raise pigs. Although I grew up in a rural area, I've gotten used to city life now; there's no way I'd go back. Besides, raising a bunch of pigs and cows isn't something just anyone can do. Balancing work with farming and livestock... she's thinking too simply.
My aunt continued, "For the sake of the child, I argued with him because this matter is very important; I told myself I must stick to my principles! Who knew that within a few months, he often didn't come home? Later I found out he had someone else outside. That woman was even pregnant; he was planning to divorce me and live with that vixen! I went to confront him, but he said if I didn't stop this nonsense, he would have that woman abort the child and then come back to live well with me. If I didn't change, then we should get divorced. I haven't done anything wrong—why should I change? He cheated; why should I be blamed? Coincidentally, I heard that an amulet can help fulfill wishes, so that's why I'm here seeking your help!"
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