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A malevolent gaze made Fang Jingguo sense something amiss, and he hurriedly waved his hands. "Ning Ning doesn't usually come around, so I've never mentioned anything."

Bi Hong made it clear that he didn't believe a word of it, suspecting that the Fang family had thoroughly investigated everything to let Chu Yuening deceive him, using this as a way to cling to the HSBC's support. He laughed angrily.

"It seems Miss Chu doesn't have any substantial solution after all. She's no better than the feng shui master who previously identified the issue with the ancestral tomb."

"The whole thing about the Yin fetus must be a complete fabrication. I'll just find another feng shui master to check my own ancestral tomb."

As for the Temple Street fortune teller?

What a superficial facade!

It was fortunate he hadn't bothered to queue up. Otherwise, after waiting in line for such an absurd answer, it would've been a waste of time even if he didn't end up furious.

"Ancestral tomb?" Qiao Xing scratched his ear and mocked, "Stupid. You still blindly believe in its usefulness even after it's been moved?"

Bi Hong, after all, was the general manager of a bank, sought after by many businessmen for financial assistance. A person others clamored to please was being casually belittled before Qiao Xing.

With just one word of stupidity, Bi Hong's face darkened significantly.

Yet he couldn't afford to be angered.

That was because the Qiao Corporation was not someone they could afford to offend. Without their financial support, the bank would also be in dire straits after they withdrew their investments. With just a word from the Qiao family, Bi Hong could lose his job in minutes.

Bi Hong took a deep breath. "Young Master Qiao might not understand."

"If all four feng shui masters have identified the issue as being with the ancestral tomb, it implies that the problem truly lies there. If it remains unresolved, it's merely because the relocation was mishandled."

Fang Jiajia chimed in, "I hope Young Master Qiao doesn't fall for these fraudsters' tricks."

After her remark, Fang Jiajia discreetly glanced at Qiao Ziyuan, eager to observe his reaction.

Let's see.

Chu Yuening is a fraud.

Qiao Ziyuan maintained his gentle smile, showing no sign of discontent toward Chu Yuening.

Fang Jiajia stamped her foot in anger.

The onlookers nodded in agreement.

"It's commonly believed that ancestral graves affect the descendants' fortune, and in severe cases, their health. President Bi should indeed investigate further if there's any issue with the family burial site."

"As for the concept of a Yin fetus, I've never heard of it haunting men due to a woman having too many abortions."

"But what if it's true?"

"How could it be true? It's common sense. The fetus grows inside a woman's womb; who else can she blame for its loss?"

"Injustice has its source, so logically, one would look for the woman responsible."

A young heiress, having observed the discussion in the center of the room for quite some time, discreetly glanced at the girl who had been watching as well.

The heiress hesitated for a long while before she asked, "Miss Xu, what's your take on this matter?"

Xu Conglu exuded an intimidating aura; a mere glance from her seemed to impose arrogance, before she shifted her gaze away.

The heiress, who had initially intended to make friends through the topic, could only leave with an awkward smile.

"Miss, was that someone from the Li family?" Her personal nanny approached at the right moment, looking worriedly at her young mistress.

Miss had just flown back from Paris this afternoon; she must be exhausted. Yet, for some reason, she insisted on visiting the Fangs.

How could a small-scale family gathering at the Fangs warrant Miss's personal presence?

Perhaps she truly regarded Fang Jiajia as a close friend?

The more the nanny thought about it, the more concerned she became.

She resolved to advise Miss when they returned home. How could someone like Fang Jiajia, from a humble background, be worthy of being Miss's friend?

Observing the entire scene, it was Miss Chu whose demeanor remained calm and composed, knowing when to advance and when to retreat. Such a person of high integrity was deserving of being the eldest miss's friend.

Regrettably.

The nanny, having eavesdropped on the gossip outside, was naturally aware of Chu Yuening's true identity.

It was perplexing how such a person could have emerged from the Fang family.

Xu Conglu's delicate face wore no disguise of her disdain. "It's the young miss from the Li family."

"Indeed, the young lady of the Li family?" The nanny's eyes brimmed with disdain. "The Li family are heartless and unscrupulous, pushing their lawful wife to her death just to indulge in a mistress. For such a disreputable person to aspire to associate with Miss, it's nothing but a pipe dream."

The night had fallen deep.

After finishing her tale, the nanny discreetly covered her mouth for a yawn. Upon seeing Xu Conglu signal for the bodyguard, she grew anxious. "Miss, I can stay with you a little longer, there's no need to rush me home."

No one was guarding nearby.

She was worried that someone from the Fang family might deceive the young miss, thinking that she hadn't noticed Tian Yuxia parading her eldest son before Miss in the afternoon.

Miss was inexperienced in the ways of the world and had been well-protected by the Xu family.

Nanny Lotus was genuinely worried that Miss might suffer a loss.

"Lotus, you should go back first," Xu Conglu said, shaking her head in refusal when she saw Nanny Lotus still wanting to stay and accompany her. Her gaze turned back to the hall, and she smiled.

"I think I need to watch another act before I can leave."

She had already seen Chu Yuening consult a fortune teller previously, but now she hadn't expected to witness her treating Bi Hong as well. This Miss Chu seemed more extraordinary than she had imagined.

It would be difficult for the Fang family to use her as a pawn in their schemes.

The matter with Bi Hong was temporarily settled.

With Chu Yuening's words, if anyone chose to court disaster, she wouldn't stand in their way.

Fang Jingguo was concerned that Bi Hong might hold a grudge, as he still relied on him to facilitate a loan from HSBC for investing in Qiao Corporation's land.

Just as he was hesitating whether to immediately soothe Bi Hong, he noticed Qiao Xing personally dust off the leather sofa for Chu Yuening to sit on.

Instantly, his heart was reassured.

It was true—so long as the Qiao family's influence was on his side, why should he worry about lacking resources or funds?

Looking at how Qiao Xing treated Chu Yuening with utmost care, didn't that mean she had won over the second young master of the Qiao family?

Fang Jingguo was broad-minded; a few years' age difference was nothing. A May-December romance was not out of the question!

"Daddy." Fang Jiajia came storming over, intending to complain, but Fang Jingguo pushed her away.

"Everyone,"