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Fang Jiajia found herself under several mocking gazes, feeling so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole to hide in.

"Available!"

"Certainly available!"

Fang Jingguo's smile stretched wide across his face.

After all, they were both his daughters; it didn't matter which one married into the Qiao family.

"Ning Ning is always available."

"Not available." Chu Yuening glanced at Fang Jingguo with a cool expression.

Fang Jingguo felt his authority as an elder suddenly diminish under her gaze. He forced a smile and said, "Surely Ms. Qiao's date isn't less important than your street stall?"

"No," Chu Yuening replied, exasperated by Fang Jingguo but appreciative of Qiao Ziyuan's intentions, so she patiently explained.

"A friend of mine has issues with the feng shui in their home. I'll have to pay a visit on Wednesday."

Qiao Ziyuan didn't feel the least bit put out and continued with his warm smile, "Miss Chu's matters are always significant. Let's reschedule then."

Fang Jingguo sighed in frustration, disappointed that a golden opportunity had been wasted.

Someone who had come to see the toad asked, "Mr. Fang, why do you have a toad here? Shouldn't the wealth position be occupied by the Wealth God?"

"Toads also bring fortune!" Fang Jingguo forced a smile and explained, "I had a feng shui expert specially consult on this. He said, given the layout of this villa, placing a golden toad at the wealth position would be more beneficial."

The golden toad carried a coin on its back, and its eyes, adorned with agate, were blood-red.

After staring at it for a while, the person felt an inexplicable chill down its spine. "So golden toads can also attract wealth. Perhaps I should consult a feng shui expert about my home as well."

Fang Jingguo was brimming with pride. "In life, feng shui is paramount. If you're already fortunate, a good feng shui can further enhance your success and well-being, whether in career or health."

Chu Yuening glanced over casually.

The golden toad retreated a step, and under the powerful aura, its blood-red eyes dimmed, even quivering slightly and emitting a faint sound.

It genuinely feared Chu Yuening.

Under her gaze, it almost wanted to scamper away.

The man was astonished. "Huh, it can actually move?"

Fang Jingguo boasted even more joyfully, "What's so strange about movement? This golden toad was specially invited back from Southeast Asia, costing a full million dollars. It's no ordinary item. Since I've had it, it's brought me a lot of fortune."

"Does it bring in fortune... or steal it?" Chu Yuening smiled slightly and directed her gaze at Fang Jingguo.

The golden toad, sensing no threat, stopped its tremors.

Fang Jingguo's smile froze as he replied, "Of course it brings in fortune. How could it steal it?"

Looking at Fang Jingguo trying to forcefully enhance his luck, Chu Yuening gave a cold smile. "A golden toad occupying the position of the God of Wealth, borrowing the east wind to enter through the west gate— is that considered attracting fortune?"

Cold sweat broke out on Fang Jingguo's forehead. He recalled Tian Yuyue mentioning earlier that Chu Yuening had set up a dessert stall in Temple Street for something...

She was doing feng shui readings and fortune-telling!

Could it be... she really saw through it?

Impossible. Fang Jingguo quickly suppressed the thought that had just arisen. The one who set up the arrangement for him was a genuine master from Hong Kong. The master had assured him that the formation was safe, and even if a feng shui expert came, they wouldn't be able to discern its intricacies.

He had no idea where Chu Yuening learned feng shui. Given her age, her experience was surely lacking. There was no reason for her to be able to see through it.

The man asked, "Huh, she seems to know what she's talking about. Could she also be a feng shui expert?"

"Yes, but she only dabbles in it. She has a small stall on Temple Street, nothing impressive," Fang Jingguo hastily answered, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he felt guilty under Chu Yuening's gaze.

"A feng shui expert from Temple Street?"

Suddenly, a weak voice echoed from the living room.

It was the general manager of HSBC Bank. With two large dark circles beneath his eyes, he looked haggard and weak as he leaned on the sofa, struggling to stand up.

Despite being in his prime, his back was severely hunched, resembling that of an elderly person at the end of their days.

Each step was an immense struggle.

Fang Jingguo rushed to support him, remarking, "President Bi, if you're not feeling well, there's no need to come personally. It's the thought that counts."

President Bi waved it off. "It's alright, getting some fresh air is good too."

By the time he finished speaking, they had reached Chu Yuening.

Bi Hong's arms hung limply at his sides as he lifted his head to study Chu Yuening's weak voice. "You're the feng shui master who sets up a stall in Temple Street?"

Chu Yuening smiled faintly but didn't respond.

Bi Hong nodded to himself. "It's really you. A friend once recommended you to me. There's only one feng shui master who sets up a stall in Temple Street. It's fate that we've met today. Can you help me take a look?"

Fang Jingguo was surprised. "President Bi, you need a feng shui master? She won't do, she's too young. If you need one, I can introduce mine to you."

"No need," President Bi shook his head. "I've consulted many famous feng shui masters, but none of them could cure my strange illness."

"What exactly is this strange illness?" Fang Jingguo asked cautiously.

"About half a year ago," Bi Hong sighed, exhausted from the relentless torment of this strange illness.

"One morning, I woke up and suddenly felt as if my arm was pinned down by a thousand-pound boulder, unable to lift it."

"Did you go to the hospital?" Fang Jingguo asked again.

Bi Hong grew impatient. "Of course I did. I even had a CT scan and a full body checkup, but they found nothing abnormal."

"As time passed, the condition worsened. At night, I felt as if a massive weight was pressing on my chest, making it difficult to sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, nightmares haunted me."

Fang Jingguo suggested, "This seems like an encounter with malevolent spirits. You could consult a feng shui master."

"I did," Bi Hong shook his head. "I've invited five feng shui masters in total. All of them said there was something wrong with our ancestral grave. The first four couldn't pinpoint the exact issue, but the last one eventually did."

"Following the feng shui master's advice, we relocated the new grave."