9: Chapter 9: Problems with the Feng Shui Layout

On the wide road, a dazzling pink supercar sped along like a fierce beast, letting out occasional roars that made passersby turn their heads.

"Hahahaha... This feels amazing!"

Feeling the strong push against his back, Qin Mo laughed heartily with wild joy.

Beside him, Murong Lanlan looked at Qin Mo with some helplessness. As expected! Men are just boys until they die...

"Holy crap! I'm so jealous of the Dog Streamer! Fancy car and a beautiful woman! It's the peak of life!"

"Say no more. Brothers, let's have a drink together. A toast to freedom!"

"A toast to freedom +1."

...

After a while, the two arrived outside an exceptionally massive manor.

"Holy mother of crap!"

Looking at the luxurious and grand manor before him, Qin Mo couldn't help but marvel.

Beside him, Murong Lanlan seemed to have finally regained her confidence, saying smugly, "How is it? Are you envious?"

Qin Mo looked at Murong Lanlan in confusion: "Envious of what?"

"Envious of such a large manor, of course."

Hearing this, Qin Mo lowered his head in thought for a moment, then said word by word: "Not at all!"

"You..."

"Let's go!"

Qin Mo looked amusedly at the sulking Murong Lanlan. He didn't expect this girl to hold such a grudge...

“What a beast! Showing off his affection in front of thousands in the stream, and the person he's showing off with is my future wife! Dog Streamer is a beast!”

“Damn it, the guy above me, are you an idiot? She's clearly my wife!”

“Get lost, she's clearly my wife!”

“A bunch of simps, shut up! Why don't you look in the mirror? Would she ever look at you? This is hilarious! Only a man as charming as me is worthy of her!”

“To the guy above, can you send your address? I have some knives I want to send you... Uh, I mean, I have some local specialties I want to send you.”

...

Then, led by Murong Lanlan, Qin Mo visited every corner of the manor. The more he explored, the more his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Qin Mo wasn't speaking and his expression was becoming increasingly grim, Murong Lanlan asked uneasily.

Qin Mo groaned slightly and continued, "Has your family always lived in this manor?"

Murong Lanlan touched her head and thought for a moment: "This manor used to belong to a very wealthy merchant. Later, that merchant was desperate for money and sold it to us at a very cheap price."

"Very cheap? How much?"

"Um... about a billion or so."

"How... how much?" Qin Mo's eyes instantly widened.

Murong Lanlan looked at Qin Mo in confusion: "Over a billion."

"And you call that very cheap?"

...

"As expected, my poverty has limited my imagination!"

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"Stop with the 'holy crap' above, what the hell are you trying to say?"

"Why isn't the person standing next to the goddess me? Why!!!"

"Uh... because you're not as handsome as the Dog Streamer."

"I can hold my own in the parlor and the kitchen, is there anything I can't do?"

"You're not as handsome as the Streamer!"

"I'm proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting!"

"You're not as handsome as the Streamer!"

"Can you freaking give me another reason?"

"You're not as capable as the Streamer, you don't have his luck with women, and most importantly, you're not as rich as the Streamer!"

"Uh... let's go back to the first reason!"

"You're not as handsome as the Streamer."

"Damn it!..."

...

"Is your whole family in this manor?"

"Yes, my father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother are all here."

"When did you move in?"

"Um... about a month ago, why?"

Seeing Qin Mo's suspicious behavior, Murong Lanlan was somewhat confused.

"Right! It must be that!"

"What?"

Murong Lanlan's eyes widened, completely baffled by Qin Mo's words.

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"What exactly is the Dog Streamer talking about?"

"No idea, don't understand. Maybe it's some kind of professional jargon."

"Hmph, I think he's just playing tricks! Filthy scammer Streamer!"

"Where is this rabid dog barking from? Where's the moderator?"

"Stop freaking rushing me! There are nearly ten thousand people in the stream now, I'm tapping my phone so fast I'm about to become a Ban Douluo!"

...

"Let's go find your grandfather. You probably can't make the call on this matter."

"What does the young friend wish to see me about?"

Before Murong Lanlan could react, a voice full of vigor rang out.

An elderly man with a square face, wearing a Zhongshan suit, walked over with a powerful, confident stride.

Murong Lanlan was overjoyed to see him. She skipped over to the old man, hugged his arm, and said sweetly, "Grandpa."

The old man smiled and patted Murong Lanlan's head before looking at the young man before him with curiosity.

"Junior Qin Mo greets Old Master Murong."

Old Master Mu waved his hand and asked curiously, "I wonder what this young man wants with me?"

Qin Mo paused and spoke with a grave expression, "To be honest, I am a Feng Shui Master. I've taken a look around the manor today."

"I found that the Feng Shui layout of this manor is exceptionally complex. It seems someone has tampered with it. Living here long-term could be life-threatening!"

...

As soon as these words were spoken, not just the stream, but even Murong Lanlan looked at Qin Mo in astonishment.

"Streamer, are you mistaken? They all seem fine to me, how could it be life-threatening?"

"Hahaha... the truth is out! Filthy scammer!"

The haters who had been waiting outside the stream for a long time immediately seized the opportunity to swarm in and mock him. However, this time, the number of people refuting them was exceptionally low.

"Ding, Popularity Points +500."

"Ding, Popularity Points +500."

...

"Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching ten thousand popularity points in the stream. Reward: 5 months of lifespan and Master-level Medical Skills."

"What's this? Why did I get Master-level Medical Skills? I'm not a doctor! Why give me this ability..."

"Is the young man serious?" Old Master Mu's expression shifted uncertainly.

"Yes. If you want to resolve it, you either have to restore the Feng Shui layout or move out of this manor!"

"Nonsense!"

Just then, a cold and sharp voice rang out.

Then, a middle-aged man wearing a black suit with his hair combed meticulously walked over with a cold face.

Qin Mo frowned at the man without saying a word.

"Lanlan, it's fine if you mess around normally, but how can you just bring any random person into our home?"

Murong Lanlan grew anxious upon hearing this: "Dad, Qin Mo isn't just some random person. He has real talent." She quickly recounted what had happened in the stream to the man.

"You say the Feng Shui of my manor is bad? That living here long-term is life-threatening?"

Qin Mo nodded: "That's right!"

The middle-aged man instantly became furious: "Complete nonsense! I specifically had a master look at this manor, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with the Feng Shui."

Then he said coldly to Murong Lanlan, "Stay away from scammers like this from now on!"

Before the man could finish speaking, Murong Lanlan's eyes filled with tears. In her memory, this was the first time her father had been so harsh with her.

Seeing Murong Lanlan wiping away tears, the old man immediately became agitated.

"You little brat, do you think you're in charge now? How dare you be harsh with my granddaughter? Is it because I haven't beaten you in decades that you think your father can't handle a cane anymore?"

Seeing his father's anger, the man instantly became terrified: "Dad... no, I didn't! I was just teaching Lanlan how to choose her friends."

"Get lost! Let the young people decide for themselves how to interact." Old Master Mu scolded the middle-aged man while heart-brokenly wiping away Murong Lanlan's tears.

The man sighed, glanced at Qin Mo, and then turned to leave.