Chapter 6: Your Forehead is Dark…

Fu Lang, dressed in his flashy purple suit, reluctantly followed Mo Yan into the cafeteria.

Of course, he was reluctant!

He had dressed up so nicely to go to a café and flirt with girls!

And now, here he was, reduced to eating cafeteria food with Mo Yan!

Damn! It was such a downgrade!

When they made that bet, Mo Yan had promised him a meal.

But Mo Yan, that sly bastard, kept whining about how he was getting old and still hadn’t found a wife, so he needed to save money for his future bride!

And now, he was treating Fu Lang to a cafeteria meal to settle the debt!

Damn it!

Does the Mo family lack money?

No, what they lack is a wife!

Feeling humiliated, Fu Lang found the most secluded corner to sit in, waiting for Mo Yan to bring him his food.

The corner Fu Lang chose was near the area where people dumped their leftover food after eating.

Su Bao walked straight toward that corner…

From a distance, Fu Lang noticed a girl in a white dress, her slender figure approaching him.

His heart immediately started racing!

A beauty!

And a cold beauty at that!

So, as Su Bao passed by, he discreetly stuck out his foot…

Su Bao: “Da Hei, there’s an idiot trying to trip me.”

Da Hei, wobbling on her shoulder, egged her on, “Step on him!”

And before Fu Lang could react, Su Bao stepped right on his foot and walked past.

Fu Lang: …

Ouch!

That really hurt!

But it didn’t matter. For the sake of flirting, he could endure it!

Determined, Fu Lang stood up, limping slightly, and tapped Su Bao on the shoulder, “Hey, junior, you stepped on your senior’s foot!”

Su Bao, with her round almond eyes, turned to look at Fu Lang. He felt like her eyes were rippling with waves.

His heart softened instantly, and he put on a magnanimous smile, “But don’t worry, I won’t make a fuss about it! I’m a very gentle and easygoing guy!”

He used to call himself “big brother,” but recently, a girl had laughed at him, saying that term was outdated.

So Fu Lang had learned his lesson and now called himself “senior.”

Su Bao glanced at the hand resting on her shoulder, then at Fu Lang’s ridiculously flashy purple suit.

Her face remained emotionless.

She calmly stated, “Your complexion is rosy, a sign of overflowing romance. But I see darkness on your forehead, and a cloud of misfortune hanging over you. You’re about to face a disaster.”

Fu Lang: …

What the hell!

Is this how girls reject older guys now? With some mystical nonsense?

And those almond eyes that had just been so soft and rippling now looked deep and eerie, sending chills down his spine!

Fu Lang couldn’t help but shiver.

He quickly pulled his hand back and jumped a few steps away.

Damn it!

This girl was way too creepy. Sure, she was pretty, but he was starting to feel a little scared.

Better not mess with her! Better not mess with her!

Fu Lang, rattled by Su Bao’s words, couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen!

Meanwhile, the one who had caused all this walked right out of the cafeteria without a second thought.

Just as Su Bao left the cafeteria, Mo Yan arrived with two trays of food and sat down next to Fu Lang.

“What’s with that look? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Mo Yan asked.

Fu Lang, heartbroken, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his new shoes, and then casually tossed the handkerchief away.

His expression was one of utter devastation. “Worse than seeing a ghost! I was just trying to flirt with a younger girl, and she told me my forehead was dark, clouds were over my head, and I was going to face a disaster!”

“What the hell! Is that necessary? I’m only about ten years older than her! I’m still in my twenties, not some creepy old man!”

Fu Lang rambled on like a chatterbox, complaining non-stop.

Later on, he would regret this moment…

Regret flirting with the wrong girl and whining about it in front of Mo Yan!