This sentence eased much of Fang Siyah's worries; as long as she tried it, she would know whether the item was good or bad. Who would dare make such a guarantee if it were a scam? She couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity.

Since Zheng Zheng started talking to Fang Siyah, Chu Yun had been quietly observing from the side. The more he looked, the more he felt something was off. This young stall owner, dressed in mismatched clothes, didn’t have the ethereal aura of an enlightened master; he resembled a trickster, talking endlessly without substance. As he watched Fang Siyah almost reach an agreement with the stranger, he hurriedly pulled her aside, saying, “Siyah, you’re an overseas scholar, educated at a high level. How can you believe in these deceptive tricks? I think you should stay calm and wait until the arrangements in America are in place before letting your mother receive the most advanced treatment.”

Fang Siyah, who was quite intelligent, knew exactly what Chu Yun was worried about. However, she still clung to a faint glimmer of hope. Chinese culture is vast and profound, with various academic traditions. It was understandable if there were secrets beyond conventional understanding. She retorted, “What’s the harm in trying? Besides, he said it’s free if it doesn’t work.”

Chu Yun snorted, immediately rebutting, “I’ve seen too many tricks like this. The words may sound nice, but they’ll quickly find ways to dig into your pockets. If it truly worked, it would be fine, but I’m afraid you’ll end up with nothing to show for your efforts.”

Fang Siyah’s expression changed, and she said angrily, “What do you mean by that? Nothing to show for it?”

Chu Yun was startled and quickly explained, “That’s not what I meant. Don’t misunderstand me.”

Fang Siyah scoffed and shook her head, choosing to ignore him.

Seeing the two argue, Zheng Zheng simply closed his book and started putting away the items on his stall, silently packing them into his bag. His demeanor suggested he was preparing to leave.

Noticing this, Fang Siyah hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him, saying, “Boss, we haven’t finished our discussion yet! Why are you packing up?”

Chu Yun couldn’t help but mock, “Now that I’ve exposed your tricks, how can you stay here with any face?”

Fang Siyah shot him an angry glare and said, “Chu Yun, be quiet.”

Zheng Zheng, seeing Chu Yun humiliated, chuckled softly to himself. He then said casually, “Talismans are meant for those fated to receive them; if it’s not your time, don’t force it.” After saying this, he shook his head deliberately, giving the impression he was ready to leave, masterfully playing a game of hard-to-get.

Fang Siyah quickly stopped him, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Don’t be upset, I’ll take that rejuvenation talisman.” She hesitated slightly and added, “But can you accompany me back? We really don’t understand how to use this talisman.”

Zheng Zheng understood her intentions all too well; she clearly wasn’t entirely convinced. If the talisman worked, it would be great, but if it didn’t, she might regret it later. Shaking his head, he casually tossed her a talisman from his pocket and said, “It’s not that complicated. Just give it to the person who needs it and keep it on them at all times. Just don’t take it off. However, this talisman can only be considered a semi-finished product; the energy inside it will last for about ten days. If you feel it’s effective, you can contact me for the finished product afterward.”

“Okay.” Fang Siyah thought this method was reasonable, so she carefully put away the talisman and took out a small, elegant phone to note down the number Zheng Zheng provided. After she was done, she realized that Zheng Zheng had already vanished without a trace, leaving her secretly astonished and boosting her confidence in the talisman.

In reality, Zheng Zheng hadn’t left; he was merely changing locations to set up his stall elsewhere. Although he was confident this deal would succeed, he wanted to leave himself an escape route.

After obtaining the talisman, Fang Siyah felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. However, Chu Yun was still rambling beside her, and in a fit of anger, she left him behind at the square and drove home in her Maserati GT.

Fang Siyah lived in the Shijing Garden villa area of Puzhou Island in Lucheng District. It is a renowned high-end community in Wenzhou, known for its unique construction and planning. The area is covered with lush greenery, featuring round garden-style courtyards and strict military-style security, all of which satisfy the residents. Therefore, those who live here are symbols of status and wealth, either rich or noble.

Her father, Fang Zecheng, is a well-known figure in Wenzhou, running the Huaguang Group, which covers various fields. From clothing trade to real estate development, clothing manufacturing and real estate are the pillar industries. Thanks to his exceptional business acumen and his ability to accurately grasp the rapid development of the market economy, he has achieved considerable economic benefits over the years, with the funds he handles often in the billions. According to incomplete statistics, Huaguang Group's fixed assets have reached over a hundred billion.

However, like many stories, having money often leads to corruption. While building his commercial empire, Fang Zecheng became increasingly busy with socializing, inevitably leading to romantic entanglements. Over time, his relationship with his original wife, Huang Jingyi, grew distant. From what Fang Siyah understood, he had at least four or five long-term mistresses, not to mention the hidden ones whose numbers had yet to surface.

These things could be tolerated to some extent, as he was her father, and it wasn’t appropriate for a child to speak out too much. However, what Fang Siyah couldn’t bear was that during her mother’s illness over the past few years, Fang Zecheng had never settled down to accompany her mother, let alone provide constant care and warmth.

Thus, over the past two years, the relationship between Fang Siyah and her father had become quite tense.

The villa was located halfway up a hill, and due to her mother's illness, two caretakers were hired to look after her daily needs.

Upon returning home, Fang Siyah didn’t even have time to change into comfortable clothes before she rushed upstairs to her bedroom.

The caretaker was tidying up the room. Although the room was well-lit and airy, the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine lingered heavily. A middle-aged woman, pale and emaciated, lay half-reclining on the bed. This woman, due to multiple rounds of chemotherapy, had some bald spots on her head, and her eyes were sunken and slightly cloudy.

“Dong Yi, how is my mom today?” Fang Siyah waved to the caretaker and quietly asked at the door.

The caretaker, named Dong Yi, shook her head helplessly, her face filled with concern. “Still the same; whatever she eats comes back up. Her appetite is even worse than before.”

Fang Siyah looked at the woman on the bed, her heart aching, and her eyes welled up. “Mom, I’m back.”

Huang Jingyi turned slowly at the sound, her lips parting slightly as she spoke with a weak voice, “Ya’er, you’re back.” Just these two simple sentences caused her chest to rise and fall, breathing heavily.

“Mom, just lie down and don’t talk,” Fang Siyah said quickly, reaching out her delicate hand to help her mother breathe more easily.

“Mom, I got a rejuvenation talisman from a master today. If you keep it close to you, it can gradually heal your illness,” Fang Siyah carefully took out the talisman from her pocket, displaying it like a child showing off a toy.

Huang Jingyi's expression was a mix of surprise and amusement, which eventually transformed into a deep maternal love, her face radiating with kindness.