Shen Mingzhu was at a loss when she heard the fortune-teller Ma Sufen rambling on, "I can see that your marriage palace is full, your forehead broad and round, the bridge of your nose high; it indicates an early marriage, and a smooth one at that..."
"Fortune-teller, is she or is she not still a chaste maiden?"
Ma Sufen was somewhat displeased at being interrupted by Shen Baolan, but for the sake of money, she let it slide.
"The marriage line on her body is pronounced; she must have been married for some time, but she is indeed still a virgin."
Finally understanding what these two were up to, Shen Mingzhu was suddenly livid with rage.
"Shen Baolan, if you're sick, go get treated; stop this madness and get out!"
Shen Baolan, both smug and excited, pressed her hand firmly against the door to prevent Shen Mingzhu from closing it.