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Chapter 64 Feng Shui Treasure Land
After officially moving into the Cheng family's residence, the first night passed peacefully.

I had breakfast at the same table as Cheng's father this morning. Jian from the business guild arrived uninvited and waited for the meal to start.

After a calm night, Mr. Cheng looked at the business documents and wondered, "Whose bodyguards are allowed to eat at the table?"

Merchant Jian seemed not to hear, and enjoyed the pre-meal snacks.

Cheng Mai replied calmly, "Twenty years ago, even a nanny could sit at the table. Wasn't that the rule you set?"

When Cheng Ying's mother was mentioned, Cheng's father's expression darkened.

As soon as Cheng Mai finished speaking, she felt the temperature around her drop a few degrees. She gave a cold laugh without making a sound, not paying any attention to the slight change in temperature.

"You're still young, there's no rush to get married, but don't get involved with any minor celebrities or nouveau riche from small companies."

"It really does sound like a loving father's speech." Cheng Mai smiled slightly and pushed the fish soup in front of Shang Xingjian after the nanny served the dishes.

Mr. Cheng's eye twitched. "Don't you like fish soup?"

“Cheng Ying likes fish soup, but I hate it the most.” Cheng Mai said, then looked at his father. “I’m only back to act for a few days. You don’t need to be an actor with me.”

"Do you have to talk like that?" Mr. Cheng angrily slammed down his chopsticks and glared at Cheng Mai.

By blood, Cheng Mai was his biological daughter, the closest person to him in the world, but this daughter had long since severed ties with him.

"Then how do you want me to talk? Like Cheng Ying, clinging to you and calling you 'Dad'?" Cheng Mai retorted calmly. "Haven't I done that before? But you don't seem to care, do you?"

Mr. Cheng was stunned, his hand holding the chopsticks trembling.

At that time, given that both daughters were his biological children, he did indeed prefer the intelligent Cheng Ying.

"Aunt Liu, make me some snail rice noodles." Cheng Mai picked out some dishes, put down his chopsticks, and ordered a new meal.

The merchant clicked his tongue, and Cheng's father's face instantly turned ashen. The smell of that stuff lingered. "You dare?"

"Do you think I dare?" Cheng Mai's mood improved a lot. "Actually, I don't really like eating this stuff, but if eating this makes you unhappy, then I feel like I can eat it too."

Mr. Cheng was so angry that he threw down his chopsticks and left.

Cheng Mai scoffed. With such a narrow mind, she thought she could forget about putting on a show of fatherly affection with her.

"What good will it do you to anger him?" Won't it just give the person hiding in the shadows a better reason to curry favor with Cheng's father?
"There's no benefit to it, it's just comfortable." Cheng Mai rested her chin on her hand, stirring her food with chopsticks. Normally, she would have been scolded for doing this, but she just wanted to do it now.

Seeing Cheng's father so angry made her happy.

The merchant said nothing more; as long as they were happy.

"It's this dung, no, you absolutely have to eat snail rice noodles?" Shang Xingjian hesitated for a moment, but still managed to ask.

Cheng Mai turned to look at Shang Xingjian, "Boss, you're not good enough. This is something left by our ancestors. Legend has it that it was popular during the Tang Dynasty. It has stood the test of time."

Merchant Jian: "Tang Dynasty? Just the Tang Dynasty? That wasn't that many years ago."

Cheng Mai moved her lips, "Forget it, there's no point in talking about time with a mummy like you." She'd rather wait to eat her snail rice noodles.

Shang Xingjian chuckled softly, not continuing to argue with her.

After breakfast, Shang Xingjian and Cheng Mai left the restaurant, which reeked of snail rice noodles, and went outside for some fresh air. She claimed the room smelled too strong and she wanted to go for a walk in the yard.

The servants naturally dared not say anything, and could only try to get rid of the smell in the room.

The Cheng family's residence is very large, consisting of a main building and two smaller side buildings connected by internal corridors, but each side building is completely independent of the others.

When Shang Xingjian arrived, he was like a curious child, asking this and that. In the end, Cheng Mai wished he could just stick his mouth shut with double-sided tape.

However, the merchant knew when to stop and understood where Cheng Mai's strength lay.

Once they were in the courtyard, Cheng Mai looked up at the room with the largest window on the third floor. "That's Cheng Ying's room. It was originally mine, but she insisted on having it, so Old Man Cheng gave it to her."

"It's a place with excellent feng shui," the merchant said frankly, "but those with shallow fortune might not be able to suppress it."

Cheng Mai scoffed. Wasn't the result already obvious?
“This villa was bought when my mother and Old Man Cheng got married. It was actually registered in my mother’s name. After my mother passed away, Old Man Cheng changed the name of the house to his own, claiming that he would return it to me when I turned eighteen.”

In the end, he still gave the house to that mother and daughter.

"Cause and effect are inescapable; what you take from someone else must be returned." Shang Xingjian looked up and met Cheng Ying's gaze through the window. He didn't flinch; in fact, he even curled the corners of his lips into a slight smile.

Cheng Ying was shocked and suddenly disappeared from the window.

That man is definitely not simple!
"What are you looking at?" Cheng Mai asked when he noticed that the man was staring at the window.

"It's nothing, let's go for a walk in the back." Shang Xingjian withdrew his gaze and went to the backyard with Cheng Mai.

Cheng Ying was still patting her chest when she turned around and started to whine to her father, asking him to drive Cheng Mai away because she felt that Cheng Mai had brought a master to capture her.

Although Cheng Ying is not very bright, she knows how to play the victim and provide father-daughter value after her father is neglected by his own daughter. She knows how to say things that will make her father listen to her.

This is something Cheng Mai could never learn in several lifetimes.

"If the person my sister brought really is a Taoist priest, then I can no longer stay with Father." Cheng Ying's pale face was filled with sorrow. "I already know I was wrong, and he's already gone, so why won't my sister let me go?"

Mr. Cheng is getting old and doesn't expect his son to take care of him in his old age. Even if Cheng Ying isn't his biological daughter, he raised her himself and hopes to find some happiness as a father with her.

But now that Cheng Mai has come again, Cheng's father is also displeased.

"Don't worry, she won't stay long. Just don't go out these next few days." Clearly, Cheng's father didn't want to confront Cheng Mai directly. Cheng Mai was no longer the little girl who could be bullied by anyone.

Cheng Ying pursed her lips, knowing when to stop.

"I'll listen to Dad. Actually, I just want to keep Dad company. I think Dad is too lonely," Cheng Ying said, sounding aggrieved.

Mr. Cheng was even more moved.

When they arrived at the backyard, the small garden that once stood there was now completely bare. The gardener had been fired, supposedly because Mr. Cheng felt that the yard didn't need so many plants, as they would attract insects.

Cheng Mai looked at the withered garden in front of him, then turned to Shang Xingjian, "Is this the place you've been looking for?"

Shang Xingjian raised an eyebrow slightly. "Yes and no."

Cheng Mai: "You people are so annoying to talk to. Can't you just say it all at once?"

Shang Xingjian looked at the withered branches and leaves trembling in the wind, lowered his eyes and curled his lips.