“Stay away from me!” Song Yue’s lips trembled as she backed up against the wall. “If you keep this up, I’ll have the old master come and judge this!”
Jiang Lai’s expression darkened as she withdrew her hand.
“Don’t disturb Grandpa. He needs rest.”
She had come to keep Old Master Song company, not to cause trouble for him.
“You know that…” Song Yue sneered. “The old master is about to undergo a full medical examination. It’s useless for you to go in now.”
“I’ll come another time,” Jiang Lai replied calmly.
Old Master Song would stay in Nancheng for a while — there was no rush.
What mattered more now was contacting the Leon Laboratory.
When Jiang Lai left Ren’ai Hospital, she received a WeChat message from Zhuang Hao.
[Zhuang Hao: Jiang Lai, several of our company’s projects have fallen through in the past few days. Is this a sign of ‘family disharmony bringing financial loss’?!]
[Jiang Lai: Send your location.]
Within a minute, Zhuang Hao sent it.
Jiang Lai took a taxi to the Zhuang residence.
The Zhuang estate was located in the suburbs of Nancheng.
The interior was decorated in traditional Chinese style: redwood furniture neatly arranged in the living room, and a mother-of-pearl screen standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows.
As Jiang Lai followed Zhuang Hao inside, a man in a dark Tang suit sat on the sofa.
He spoke in a pretentious, profound tone:
“Madam Zhuang, this is actually very normal. Business always has ups and downs — no one can expect smooth sailing all the time.”
Madam Zhuang looked troubled. “But we’ve adjusted our feng shui many times. Master Huang, didn’t you say—”
The man lifted his eyelids and interrupted her.
“Three parts depend on heaven, seven parts on human effort. You should reflect on how you’ve been managing the company — something must have gone wrong.”
Jiang Lai stepped into the center of the living room and looked at him as if he were a fool.
“Isn’t adjusting feng shui precisely to compensate for deficiencies? Besides, this villa’s layout is riddled with problems — it can hardly be called ‘good feng shui.’”
The man scoffed.
“My name is Huang Jinzhong of Qingyun Temple. Ask around in Nancheng — everyone knows me. Who are you to talk like this? Some nobody from a backwater place?”
Jiang Lai smiled coldly and began pointing out his mistakes one by one:
“The mother-of-pearl screen directly blocks the bookshelf — obstructing the Wenqu star (scholarship fortune).”
“The overhead beam presses down on the main hall — cutting off career luck.”
“The main door is on the left while the bright wealth position is on the right.”
“The piano faces straight toward the bright wealth position — causing financial leakage.”
As she spoke, Huang Jinzhong’s smug expression slowly cracked; his face turned red.
He understood all this — he just deliberately concealed it to squeeze more money from the Zhuang family.
Jiang Lai concluded bluntly:
“Zhuang Corporation’s recent misfortune is because of you.”
“Stop slandering me!” Huang Jinzhong barked, then turned to Madam Zhuang. “Are you really going to believe this girl?”
Madam Zhuang was stunned — every issue Jiang Lai mentioned was something she had overlooked.
Zhuang Hao sneered, “Jiang Lai’s skills surpass yours. Why wouldn’t we believe her?”
Enraged, Huang Jinzhong lunged forward to shove Jiang Lai.
She grabbed his shoulder — crack.
His shoulder dislocated instantly.
“I’m calling the police! You assaulted me!” he screamed in pain.
Jiang Lai calmly dialed 110.
“Hello, Nancheng Public Security Bureau? There’s a fraud here — are you taking him or not?”
Huang Jinzhong froze, eyes nearly bulging out.
She… reported him first?!
Zhuang Hao whispered nervously, “Jiang Lai, don’t be rash—”
“It’s fine.”
After stating the address, she hung up, smiled sweetly, and said,
“Master Huang, are you satisfied? Your reputation will now spread across all of China.”
Huang Jinzhong collapsed to the floor like a stray dog.
Madam Zhuang ordered people to take him away, then looked at Jiang Lai with newfound respect.
“Miss Jiang has helped us greatly — ask for anything you want.”
“I want the project Gu Corporation has been requesting,” Jiang Lai said directly.
“But please keep it confidential that the project is going to me personally.”
Madam Zhuang hesitated, then nodded. “Very well.”
She quickly instructed her secretary to draft a contract.
Hefeng Villa.
Song Yue scrolled through Weibo trending topics:
#HuangJinzhongArrestedForFraud
#ZhuangCorporationSupportsNewNanchengMaster
She sighed enviously, “The Zhuang family is so lucky. If only this master could come help our family too.”
The Song family’s business had been declining recently.
Gu Qianhe glanced at Song Yue’s phone and said,
“Auntie, I know the Zhuang family a little — I can ask for you.”
“You’re amazing, Qianhe! Ask now!” Song Yue urged.
Gu Qianhe found Zhuang Hao’s number and called him.
The phone rang again and again — no answer.
Embarrassed, she hung up. “He’s probably busy. I’ll message him.”
She sent a WeChat — and immediately a red exclamation mark appeared.
She had been blocked.
Gu Qianhe flipped her phone over quickly when she noticed Song Yue’s suspicious gaze.
At that moment, Jiang Lai’s playful voice came from the doorway.
“Looks like Sister can’t reach him.”
Gu Qianhe forced a calm smile.
“He’s just busy. Don’t speak sarcastically — can you even contact the Zhuang family?”
Jiang Lai opened her chat with Zhuang Hao — the latest message was a shared contact card.
She held up her phone lazily.
“Sure I can — look, I’ve already gotten his contact info.”