But now, there was a very complicated heap piled in her chest, like a tangled skein.

Just when Yan Luqing was staring blankly at the screen, Makka Pakka, with its usual faint electric current sound, connected with her—

“Maria!” It was the familiar and excited young-mistress voice.

Yan Luqing cold and merciless: “If you’re not here to deliver the reward, you’d best withdraw.”

“Yes, yes! This time it really is!”

After Makka Pakka said this, it began its introduction.

To put it plainly, it was a new golden finger, but the reward was random, and the one randomly drawn this time overlapped somewhat with Yan Luqing’s original golden finger’s function—it was mind-reading in the direct sense, the kind where whoever you looked at would have a dialogue box appear above their head.

This function also had a time limit: two hours per day.

Although Makka Pakka tried its utmost to praise the wonders of this, Yan Luqing still preferred her rustic little red WeChat—there was nothing more powerful than lying at home without needing to see anyone yet being able to know what they were thinking!

However, out of curiosity, she still left her room to give it a try.

This system was probably truly in love with WeChat—even in this reward, the dialogue boxes were those same simple little white boxes from WeChat.

After Yan Luqing had this thought, Makka Pakka said: “You can also change the border outfit, more than one hundred skins to choose from, does Maria want to change?”

“……” Good heavens, a golden finger with outfit changes—Miracle Finger Finger. Yan Luqing declined politely: “I’ll change it later. Today I mainly want to see the effect.”

She saw a bubble appear above Big Black, who was standing guard: Why haven’t Gu Ci and Miss Yan spoken much these two days? They’re so strange.

“……”

Wasn’t it all because of the butt incident.

Plus, after crying so shamefully, Yan Luqing only wanted to ease off a little.

She walked forward again, and saw the Disney Auntie cleaning the living room. Above her head appeared: Miss Yan is really so good now. The house even has a lively atmosphere, unlike before when it always felt so gloomy.

Yan Luqing nodded in satisfaction: I also think so.

She kept walking forward, and through the floor-to-ceiling window she saw Little Black actually sweeping fallen leaves out in the courtyard.

He had already swept more than half, and was sweeping to the area near the doorway, so Yan Luqing could clearly see the words in the dialogue bubble above his head.

Together

Not together

Together

Not together

What was this? Was this child shipping a CP? And even using such an old-fashioned method to test whether the CP was together or not?

Yan Luqing just watched curiously, waiting until Little Black finally swept away the last leaf. Above his head appeared a long line of text—

Not together?! Impossible, Miss Yan and Gu Ci are definitely together! This one doesn’t count!!!!

Yan Luqing: “???” Wasn’t this called eating melon only to end up eating herself?

Surely he had discussed this secretly with Big Black, and the two brothers didn’t know what they had whispered about, to have their minds so full of only this.

Yan Luqing felt it was quite good. Then she must try it on Gu Ci—maybe this time it would succeed?

Thinking of this, her eyes even lit up.

“You’re going to see Gu Ci again…” In Yan Luqing’s mind, Makka Pakka muttered in a small voice, “I’ll be shielded again…”

She casually comforted it with a few words to dismiss it, then knocked on Gu Ci’s room door.

He was sitting in a chair reading, holding the book in one hand, his posture completely casual and leisurely.

Yan Luqing’s hand, still resting on the door, paused: “Are you reading one of your professional books? I forgot you’re going to have exams in a few days…”

“No,” he closed the book and stood up from the chair, “our major hasn’t studied this yet.”

“………?”

The hell do you mean hasn’t studied this yet? Wasn’t this the Versailles of a big boss?

While Yan Luqing was still stunned, Gu Ci had already walked up to her, and along the way casually closed the door behind her.

“The place where you were injured—is it better now?”

“Mm,” Yan Luqing awkwardly rubbed her nose, “I lay around for two days, it’s about healed.”

“What did you come looking for me for? My…” He smiled, then slowly exhaled two syllables: “Best friend?”

“……” At the mention of this form of address, all of that day’s events replayed vividly before her eyes.

Yan Luqing forced herself to ignore the flood of images rushing into her mind, lifted her head, and focused on his face—above Gu Ci’s head, unlike everyone else’s, there was absolutely no dialogue box.

Could it be because he didn’t have any emotions right now?

“But, does a best friend need any reason to come looking for a best friend?” Yan Luqing tested, “I always look for you whenever I want to.”

As soon as her voice fell, she saw that above Gu Ci, there truly was gradually forming a dialogue box.

That box slowly sketched itself out, and then inside was—

A period.

……As expected! Anything produced by the system was the same—useless on Gu Ci!

Yan Luqing stared at his face, then at the dialogue box, and suddenly came up with a brilliant idea. After thinking for a moment, she said: “Wait for me a bit, I’ll be right back.”

She quickly left Gu Ci’s room. Once she reached the living room, she linked to Makka Pakka, speaking very fast: “That outfit-change function you mentioned just now, bring it up for me. Or just search directly—is there anything like a Snow White or princess effect?”

“Of course there is!” Makka Pakka said while displaying to her a whole series of princess-themed border effects.

In the end Yan Luqing chose a white-toned one, not only with little flowers but also a very beautiful crystal crown hanging at the border. In the lower right corner there was a small version of the crystal crown—no matter how you looked at it, it was as gorgeous and noble as could be.

Satisfied after switching, she returned again to Gu Ci’s room.

Her target now was simply to make him produce a dialogue box as quickly as possible.

Yan Luqing thought it over and decided—she had to make Gu Ci speechless. To render him speechless was surely the fastest method.

Mulling it over, she walked to his side. At this moment he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Yan Luqing, acting completely without ceremony, plopped herself down right beside him.

“Gu Ci, last time I went to Dieye Mountain I learned fortune-telling from someone,” she smiled with squinting eyes at him, “and since there’s nothing to do now, I’ll tell your fortune, how about it?”

This wasn’t a lie. She had indeed learned fortune-telling along with hypnosis, only fortune-telling was not what Yan Luqing had mainly studied.

She looked at Gu Ci—his expression didn’t change, no dialogue box appeared either. He only countered: “Wasn’t I just reading a book?”

“……” Yan Luqing had no choice but to say, “But if I said this to my best friend, my best friend would definitely be super excited and make me tell his fortune—”

Today Gu Ci was wearing all white, yet somehow he looked even more cold-toned. He just looked at her blankly for a while, then said blankly: “Alright, I’m super excited now. Go ahead.”

“……” What was going on? He had reached a state where even this kind of provocation couldn’t ripple his heart?

Yan Luqing thought it over, but still proceeded step by step: “Stretch out your left hand, I learned palm-reading.”

Gu Ci obeyed.

Yan Luqing couldn’t quite recall what she had learned back then. She pulled out her phone, angled it so Gu Ci couldn’t see, scrolled through her chat with the old man, and found a few pictures of palm patterns. She glanced over them roughly, then quickly gave up on the idea of earnestly telling fortunes by comparing.

Wasn’t her goal just to see him wear the crystal crown? Then nonsense would do just fine.

Yan Luqing held his hand—it was cooler than hers, with the texture of jade, extremely pleasant to the touch.

This was truly a princess’s hand!

Yan Luqing even had the sudden impulse to press her hand against his and rub, but it remained only a fleeting thought in her mind.

“Wow, your life line…” She stared at that line, deliberately dragging out her tone with an air of mystery, then lifted her eyes to look at Gu Ci. “You’ll live for a very long time, at least to a hundred years old!”

This, in the original book, was not true.

But…

This was what she hoped for. It was what she hoped for the most.

After hearing it, Gu Ci showed no reaction, only smiled at her, his voice gentle: “Continue.”

“And your career line…” Yan Luqing looked at his hand, slowly tracing along that line. “You will have a lot, a lot, a lot of money.”

This was true.

She looked seriously at Gu Ci. “Probably ten thousand times more than me, that sort of amount.”

He still smiled, smiling so beautifully—it was her favorite kind of smile from Princess Ci, the most enchanting way he could smile in her eyes—yet the princess’s special effect still did not appear.

The revolution had not yet succeeded!

“The love line…” Yan Luqing decided to administer a strong dose. She deliberately gazed with mystery for a good while, waiting a full thirty seconds before speaking. “Gu Ci, five years from now you will get married. Seven years from now, you’ll have a baby.”

That was about right. Five years later would be a year after university graduation. How well she had planned, how neatly she had arranged it.

Once she finished spouting nonsense, Yan Luqing swiftly raised her head.

It appeared! It appeared—!!

—?

Whether there was a question mark or not no longer mattered. What mattered was! The dialogue box above Gu Ci had transformed into the princess border with a crystal crown! It truly gave the feeling that he was wearing a crystal crown!!!

What did this feel like now? Just like the Yan-family dog of a clan head who had finally become clever, finding a way to make the princess wife who hated wearing pretty clothes wear them after all!!!

In the future she still had to change so many for him! She had to make him become Miracle Cici!

Yan Luqing stared at the space above him, savoring it with delight, admiring and envisioning the future, completely unaware that Gu Ci had suddenly leaned a little closer toward her.

The distance between the two of them shortened.

“You’re so good at fortune-telling,” Gu Ci, now with a crystal crown above his head, looked exceedingly handsome, his voice cool and low, with a half-smile. “Then tell me again—who is it that I marry?”

“…?”