Chapter 101: The Legendary Sister Yu

Hearing Zhou Xuan’s words, Mai Zhuo was also eager to get as far away from Sister Yu as possible. Therefore, he went with the flow and said, "Alright then, Sister Yu, we'll be leaving first. Don't worry, I'll text you President Zhou's phone number later. Bye!"

With that, Mai Zhuo grabbed Zhou Xuan and ran outward, vanishing through the front doors in the blink of an eye.

"What the heck! That little punk actually dared to run!" Sister Yu watched the two of them scurry away, helpless. She certainly couldn't chase after them and lose her composure.

"Hmph, since I now know that little brother is called Zhou Xuan, and he knows Little Table, you won't be able to escape. Little Table better send me that number right away, or you'll be in for a nasty surprise next time I see you."

Muttering to herself, Sister Yu picked up her belongings and strolled slowly toward the exit. As she walked, she grumbled under her breath: If I don't give that little hussy a beating when I get back for failing to pick me up, it'll be a miracle.

Inside the car, Zhou Xuan sat in the passenger seat, panting as he asked Mai Zhuo, "Brother Mai, are you seriously going to give my number to Sister Yu?"

"Damn, Zhou Xuan, I have to hand it to you. You actually managed to hook up with an absolute queen, and I have to say, your luck is... tsk tsk..." Pausing for a moment, Mai Zhuo burst out laughing. "Truly abysmal."

Zhou Xuan replied speechlessly, "As if I wanted this. One look at Sister Yu tells you she's someone you don't want to mess with, and I certainly don't want to know her. Didn't you see how desperately I tried to avoid giving her my number? And then you had to stand there at the arrival gate holding up that sign, blowing my cover completely. Talk about terrible luck."

"Haha, you brought this on yourself. But there's no way I dare not give her your number—Sister Yu is someone I simply cannot afford to offend, heh. I can tell she's quite interested in you, so may the gods protect you." Remembering Sister Yu's tenacity, Mai Zhuo shuddered involuntarily.

A wave of curiosity washed over Zhou Xuan. Just who on earth was Sister Yu? She was enough to strike fear into the heart of an elite Beijinger like Mai Zhuo—was she some kind of top-tier young scion from the capital?

"Who on earth is Sister Yu anyway? Even you and Brother Jiang want nothing to do with her?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Recalling Jiang Yun's instructions, Mai Zhuo pondered for a moment before saying, "Well, since you're Brother Jiang's sworn brother, and he already told me a bit about you, you're not an outsider. I'll fill you in on some background. In any case, whenever you see Sister Yu in the future, you must stay far, far away."

Sister Yu, whose real name was Zhai Xinyu, was thirty-two years old, unmarried, and possessed breathtaking beauty.

She was the only daughter and the apple of the eye of Zhai Tao, the chairman of China's Fenghua Group. Though the corporation kept a relatively low profile publicly, it held shares in countless companies, and its combined assets far outweighed those of any modern billionaire.

Her maternal grandfather and uncles were high-ranking officials within the political establishment, and her family possessed immense influence—truly at the absolute pinnacle in China. Consequently, very few dared to cross her. However, it was the bizarre stories circulating about her that led everyone to keep her at arm's length.

Sister Yu herself was a rare combination of striking beauty and brilliant intellect. Logically speaking, a woman like her should have had countless young elites vying for her hand. And indeed, that was the case. At twenty-three, she graduated from the Economics Department of Yenching University, and at the time, she had a boyfriend who was equally gifted.

They had been childhood sweethearts, seemingly a match made in heaven. Yet, just as they graduated, her boyfriend died in a car crash. As it turned out, the man had been engaging in intimate acts in the car with another woman when the accident occurred—a cruel and bitter irony for Sister Yu.

Heartbroken and disillusioned, she threw herself entirely into her career, opening a jewelry store. Within just a few years, its market value exceeded two billion, earning her acclaim as a business prodigy. Several years passed before Sister Yu entered into another relationship.

Her second boyfriend was a rising star in the business world and came from a prominent family. This time, everyone pinned high hopes on them because the man possessed sterling character and had never been touched by any gossip or scandal. The two were deeply in love, and three years ago, wedding engagement invitations had even been sent out.

Heh, who could have foreseen that wind and rain are unpredictable in nature, and human fortune can turn overnight?

On the very eve of their engagement, her fiancé inexplicably vanished. He didn't die in a car crash, nor was he murdered—he simply disappeared into thin air. The incident caused a massive uproar, leaving both families utterly humiliated. Strangely, despite searching for three months, the two families failed to unearth a single trace of the man. It was nothing short of bizarre.

Later on, rumors began to circulate from unknown origins claiming that Sister Yu was cursed with a fate that doomed her husbands. Although most people took it with a grain of salt, many couldn't help feeling a lingering sense of apprehension. Furthermore, the incident caused a bitter falling out between Zhai's family and the missing fiancé's family.

Initially, the talk of Sister Yu's husband-dooming curse seemed like mere groundless gossip, and people didn't take it too seriously. Many assumed it was merely a smear campaign launched by Zhai's business rivals, so they paid it little heed. As a result, some brave souls still continued to throw themselves at Sister Yu, hoping to win her heart.

To everyone's shock, just a year ago, Sister Yu found a third boyfriend. Three months into their relationship, the man tragically contracted cancer and died. Good heavens, that final blow terrified the onlookers completely.

Three strikes and you're out; from that moment on, Sister Yu's reputation was truly ruined. Regardless of whether people believed the curse rumors, absolutely no one dared to approach her ever again. Those who had previously shouted from the rooftops about pursuing Sister Yu instantly lost their nerve and vanished into thin air.

This outcome left both the Zhai family and her maternal grandfather's family intensely furious, yet utterly powerless. Seeing Sister Yu in her current state—already in her thirties and plagued by such misfortune—both families worried about how she could ever hope to marry in the future.

Consequently, they showered her with even greater pampering and affection. Anyone who dared to cross Sister Yu was guaranteed a miserable end. Only a short while ago, two scions from aristocratic families were caught gossiping behind her back about her husband-dooming fate. Overhearing them by chance, a furious Sister Yu marched over and kicked one of them squarely in the crotch, crippling him.

Ever since that day, not a single soul dared to pursue Sister Yu. People avoided her like the plague, terrified of inviting unprovoked disaster. Moreover, ever since these events took shape, Sister Yu developed a peculiar new hobby: she loved to toy with and prank any man who didn't dare to face her.

Since her victims were often subjected to thoroughly miserable torment, everyone grew to both fear and resent Sister Yu. The consensus was simple: avoid offending her at all costs, and stay as far away as possible.

Listening to Mai Zhuo recount Sister Yu's history, Zhou Xuan found a sudden surge of sympathy welling up inside him. He had never imagined that beneath Sister Yu's cheerful and outgoing exterior, she carried such a heavy and painful burden.

Zhou Xuan could easily envision the agonizing torment she must have felt after enduring wave after wave of devastating blows and malicious gossip. How tragic it must be to feel rejected by the entire world, viewed by everyone as a harbinger of doom.

"So that's how it is. Truly, life hasn't been easy for her," Zhou Xuan sighed softly.

Mai Zhuo added, "Speaking of Sister Yu, she's a truly pitiful soul. Three relationships, and not a single one ended well. Tell me, Zhou Xuan, do you think things like a husband-dooming fate actually exist?"

Zhou Xuan possessed only a vague, surface-level understanding of ancient metaphysics. "I honestly don't know. Ancient concepts are certainly not groundless nonsense; some of them must have a grain of truth. It's just that the genuine knowledge wasn't passed down properly, so nowadays people dismiss everything as mere superstition."

Mai Zhuo nodded in agreement. "True enough. With five thousand years of civilization, there's bound to be some wisdom worth referencing. But alright, enough of that. Zhou Xuan, I hear you're quite talented at making money—think you could show me a trick or two?"

"If Sister Yu comes looking to trouble me, you'll have to help me out," Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

Mai Zhuo rejected the idea flatly. "Forget it! I wouldn't do it even if you paid me a hundred million!"

"What about a billion?" Zhou Xuan looked at him with an ambiguous smile.

"Deal!"