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TL: Zhao
Editing: Krisaia

As the elevator made its way down the building, Yun Yiyuan tapped on the handrail, amused by the news he had just received.

“Very well. Do whatever she asks you to do,” Yun Yiyuan said as he hung up the phone. ‘Stone exhibition...  Wu Jia… The fortune-teller… How far you’ve come, Ying Mei…’ 

Upon reaching the bottom floor, a ringing noise was heard. The rather unpleasant smell of the underground parking lot made Yun Yiyuan frown. The spacious parking lot was entirely empty, with the exception of a single black luxurious car. The car slowly approached, and Yun Yiyuan boarded the vehicle before his chauffeur opened the door for him.

“Mr. Yun…”  A trembling voice...