The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Setting Up a Stall

“I found out that the infant baby started harboring this plan out of resentment from being abandoned,” Zhong Niangyao spoke indifferently. “Just like her past acting, this was easy for her. Plus, she had anticipated that with me around, I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, so she was bold enough to hold that infant baby.”

Zhao Xuanglang had an inexplicable confidence and admiration for Zhong Niangyao; thus, whenever Zhong Niangyao said something, he never doubted it. This time was no different.

“Boss, what exactly happened to Meng Rou?” Zhao Xuanglang leaned closer to Zhong Niangyao, asking with a gossipy tone, “Can you tell me? I promise I won’t tell anyone else.”

Zhong Niangyao gave Zhao Xuanglang another look that said ‘what an idiot’ and replied, “It’s not a secret, what’s there to hide? Besides, the Meng Family will probably know soon enough.”

After saying that, she simply uttered two words.

Zhao Xuanglang’s eyes went wide at once.

Zhong Niangyao paid no attention to Zhao Xuanglang and walked straight ahead. Taking care of the Meng Family’s issue today was an unexpected move. She hadn’t forgotten that her main purpose today was to set up stall for fortune-telling at Tongtian Bridge.

The Meng Family’s issue was resolved quite early, and it wasn’t late yet, so she planned to head to Tongtian Bridge to set up her stall.

Watching Zhong Niangyao preparing to leave, Zhao Xuanglang followed her again, “Boss, where are you planning to go next? How about I treat you to a meal! I know a restaurant that’s really good.”

Zhong Niangyao flatly refused, “No, I’ve got things to do.”

“Boss, it’s the weekend! What could you possibly have to do?” Zhao Xuanglang caught up quickly, persistently pestering, “Just give me a chance to treat you to a meal!”

“I really have something to do.”

“So what is it? Boss, just tell me!”

“Fortune-telling at a stall!”

Half an hour later—

Zhao Xuanglang looked at Zhong Niangyao sitting behind a simple table, feeling somewhat dazed.

When he heard Zhong Niangyao was going to set up a fortune-telling stall, he thought he had misheard, or perhaps Zhong Niangyao was joking with him. But to his surprise, it was really happening.

Just seeing the scene initially, he almost thought he was hallucinating. He always felt that Zhong Niangyao didn’t quite fit in with the surroundings here.

Feeling Zhao Xuanglang’s gaze lingering on her, Zhong Niangyao frowned and put down her phone, gave him a glare, and said with annoyance, “If you have your own things to do, then get busy and don’t disturb me here.”

“Boss, I don’t have anything to be busy with. And I promise I won’t disturb you.”

Zhao Xuanglang moved his stool closer and started to speak curiously, “Boss, what were you thinking? Why did you decide to set up a stall here at Tongtian Bridge? This place—”

All is full of swindlers.

He thought the last sentence over and decided not to voice it. After all, he was in someone else’s territory, and it wasn’t good to speak out of turn.

“Don’t underestimate the people here,” Zhong Niangyao said, her lips curling into a smile with deep meaning. “Setting others aside, those who have been setting up stalls here for years have their own skills, whether it’s real expertise or just a way with words.”

Zhao Xuanglang didn’t say anything, but his expression showed he didn’t quite believe it.

Zhong Niangyao didn’t bother to explain; what she said was true. While there are plenty of swindlers at Tongtian Bridge, skilled people exist there too. Even those without real talents could talk their way impressively. Otherwise, without any skill at all, setting up a stall here would surely invite retribution.

“So, Boss, do you actually get customers like this?” Zhao Xuanglang was puzzled, “And, why do you only see three people a day? What’s that about?”

Zhong Niangyao gave Zhao Xuanglang a dismissive look, no longer in the mood to respond, “Either sit quietly or get lost, don’t be an eyesore here.”

As for whether she had customers or not, she wasn’t too concerned.

What Zhong Niangyao didn’t know was that many people who came to Tongtian Bridge were actually looking for her to tell their fortunes. Since she was sometimes there and sometimes not, it was hard for anyone to pin down her schedule. Moreover, she had always been there in the evenings, and this was the first time she had set up her stall so early.

As the two talked, many people rushed over.

“Little god!”

With a booming voice, a chubby elder lady, panting and dragging a middle-aged man, charged up to Zhong Niangyao’s stall, leaning on the table with vigor and force, “I didn’t arrive late today, did I? There should still be spots left for today!”@@novelbin@@

The excited voice even startled Zhao Xuanglang nearby.

Zhong Niangyao looked at the middle-aged man the elder lady was pulling with interest and said, “Why are you back? Did you find out you’ve been cuckolded?”

This man was none other than Qi Lei, who Zhong Niangyao had previously predicted was being cuckolded.

However, now he no longer held the previous scorn, replaced by evasiveness and a hint of respect.

“Little god, you really are amazing.”

The elder lady, Granny Qi, Qi Lei’s mother, had a smile so wide it could nearly crush a mosquito, “If it weren’t for your advice, we might have really ended up raising someone else’s child. I’m truly grateful.”

These past few days, she had been coming to Tongtian Bridge almost daily to find that girl who had told her son’s fortune. Apart from thanking her for the past matter, another urgent issue was her son’s fertility troubles.

After hearing her son mention that the fortune-teller at Tongtian Bridge said she could help solve his fertility issues, she promptly dragged her son over.

But she hadn’t expected that after coming for several days in a row, she had not seen the fortune-teller. Just when she thought that the fortune-teller might no longer be setting up shop here, a stall owner nearby kindly informed them that the little god’s daytime schedule was not fixed.

There was no choice but to bribe a nearby small stall owner to let her know once the fortune-teller arrived.

Having just received the call, she immediately dragged her son over in a rush, to find the little god.

Faced with Granny Qi’s gratitude, Zhong Niangyao merely nodded, then inquired, “So you came over today, and it wouldn’t be just to thank me, would it?”