Nanny Hao didn't know what to say.
Xiang Wei's ears were very sharp. Even outside, she could hear the conversation between Nanny Hao and Yueyao. Xiang Wei's eyes were full of pity, "Miss, your fate is really unfortunate." Orphaned by both parents, left with a sibling, the closest uncles and aunts ruthless and unfeeling; a foolish aunt; a future mother-in-law who was no good either. For others, encountering just one of these would be distressing, but Yueyao had faced them all. If this wasn't bad luck, what was?
Yueyao spoke seven words, "My fate is in my hands, not dictated by heaven." In her past life, she too thought it was fate, but this life, she no longer believed in destiny. Fate was earned, not predetermined. She had worked hard this lifetime, and her fate was different now.
After hearing such a forceful statement, Xiang Wei was initially stunned, then burst into hearty laughter, "My fate is in my hands, not dictated by heaven, good, good, good."
