This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

the other side.

Lin Feng parked the car in the hotel porch, turned off the engine, got out of the car, opened the back door, and picked up Diandian, who looked listless, from the back seat.

As soon as the uniformed doorman approached, Lin Feng handed him the leash, and with his other hand, he pulled out five brand-new ghost coins from his spatial storage and casually stuffed them into the waiter's chest pocket.

"Take it for a walk for an hour, then bring it back when the time is up."

After saying that, he bent down and gave Dian Dian's bottom a light slap:

"Alright, the show's over. You did a great job today, you'll get a treat when we get home."

One second ago, Didi was all limp and weak, but the next second it was as if a switch had been flipped. Its four legs suddenly straightened, and its tail went from drooping to being held high, wagging behind it like a little flag.

It spun around in place, looked up at Lin Feng, and barked.

The doorman's smile immediately turned ingratiating: "Don't worry, sir, I've got it covered!"

As he spoke, he bent down and patted Dian Dian's head. Dian Dian wasn't shy at all and grabbed the rope, rushing out.

Lin Feng stopped looking and turned to take Vivian's hand, striding into the front desk.

"I'll book a room by the hour, for one hour."

The receptionist glanced at the two of them, then quickly registered them and handed them their cards, all in one smooth motion.

"Sir, room 6016, turn left after taking the elevator."

The two swiped their cards and entered the elevator. Once the doors closed, Vivian let out a long sigh of relief, her cheeks flushed.

"Is it really okay for us to... be out here having sex like this?"

Lin Feng scoffed inwardly—Su Wan's was the real sneaking food, she was practically drooling with grease; yours, you're just filling your stomach and that's enough to satisfy your craving.

However, he showed no sign of it on his face, and smiled as he reached out to rub Vivian's arm:

"It's really not good."

"But I fed Mengmeng well today, and you went hungry. How can I, as your husband, feel good about that?"

"This will not happen again."

Vivian bit her lower lip, her eyelashes drooping, and gently nodded her head.

The elevator reached the sixth floor, and the two walked along the dark red carpeted corridor to the door of room 6016. Lin Feng swiped his card and pushed the door open—

The room lights automatically turned on, casting an ambiguous warm pink hue.

The entire room is a typical couples-themed room:

In the very center was a round waterbed covered with dark purple silk bedding. A full-length mirror was mounted on the wall behind the bed, and the canopy above the bed hung down, its sheer fabric allowing light to filter through.

On the right side of the bed was a huge red yoga ball, almost half a person's height, and next to it hung a leather swing chair.

Several ribbons hung from the ceiling, and in the corner there was even a uniquely shaped massage chair with soft straps tied to the armrests.

On the bar counter against the wall, there was a row of bottles and jars neatly arranged, with labels bearing names that would make one blush.

Vivian stood at the door, her gaze sweeping over the room's "facilities," and her ears instantly turned bright red.

She subconsciously tightened her grip on Lin Feng's fingers, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum:

"Honey... if you're going to book a room by the hour, why did you choose this kind of room...?"

Lin Feng took her hand and led her inside, then closed and locked the door. His gaze swept around the room before finally settling on the red yoga ball.

A smirk played on his lips as he pulled Vivian's hand and led her away.

"We only have one hour, time is tight and the task is heavy, let's hurry up—let's start with... the yoga ball."

Vivian bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembled, and finally nodded slightly, whispering "Mmm," before letting Lin Feng lead her away.

........................

A month later.

Lin Feng stood on the terrace of Leng Meng's room, looking at the azure sky outside, and was momentarily dazed.

This period has been too peaceful.

He was so calm that he almost forgot he was still known as the "Chosen One".

Based on past experience, the longest gap between ghost stories is no more than two weeks.

But this time, the ghost stories seemed to have been put on pause.

Leng Meng, wearing pajamas, pressed herself against him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Thinking about ghost stories?"

Lin Feng hummed in agreement: "I was wondering... if the ghost stories will end here."

Leng Meng gently lifted her eyelids:

"They must have been caught up in the 'Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Festival' and are too busy. Wait until this period is over, then take another look."

Lin Feng paused for a moment: "...You seem to know quite a bit about this."

Leng Meng's gaze fell on a certain spot ahead: "I presided over it once when I was in the Abyss Prison."

As it turns out, Leng Meng was right.

In the following days, strange signs began to appear one after another in the streets and alleys of the Anning quadrant—

The lanterns on the street corner had been replaced with dark red paper lanterns at some point. In the night, the faint sound of string and wind instruments could be heard drifting from afar. Several shops that had been tightly closed suddenly opened, their shelves filled with strange objects whose names I couldn't identify...

However, none of this has anything to do with Lin Feng for the time being.

That afternoon, he stood at the entrance of the Rose Pier Café. The sun was shining brightly, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, blew from afar, making the dense rose vines on the wall rustle.

After a month of renovations, Rose Wharf is finally nearing completion.

The store interior has been completely renovated:

The natural wood-colored tables and chairs, paired with warm yellow wall lamps, bathe the entire room in a thin halo of light, making you feel relaxed as soon as you open the door.

The row of seats by the window faces the sea. You can sit there, drink coffee, and look up to see the sparkling sea.

Several potted plants were placed in the corner, provided free of charge by the owner of the flower shop next door.

Ah Ying was wiping the bar with a rag, while Ah Que was adjusting the coffee machine.

Xiao Ren stood on the ladder and tightened the last screw on the signboard at the door.

Old Zhou and Xiao Lin were setting up the message wall in the shop. Old Zhou held down one corner of the corkboard while Xiao Lin held up the nail gun and hammered it into the wall, making one dull thud after another.

Everything looks quite professional now.

The only drawback is the exterior walls.

According to Lin Feng's original plan, the wall covered with rose vines needed to be trimmed into the outline of a human head, and then Xiao Rui would draw Su Wan's anime face below it.

But Tang Xiaorui stood in front of the wall, holding her paintbrush and hesitating for almost half an hour.

She had just finished her postpartum confinement period, and her whole body still had a bit of the plumpness and languor that is unique to postpartum women.

Pregnancy and childbirth had undergone a dramatic transformation in her body; her wrists were not as strong as before, and her fingertips trembled slightly when she held a pen.

These subtle feelings of unfamiliarity combined to make her hesitate to make a move on the wall.

"Something doesn't feel right..." Tang Xiaorui took two steps back, tilted her head to examine the draft she had just drawn, and her brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"The proportions are a bit off, the eyes are positioned too high, and... the overall look is too flat, it doesn't have that... that kind of thing that makes your heart flutter."

She turned to look at Lin Feng, her expression showing a hint of defeat:

"Honey, I don't think I can draw anymore. My skills have all gone rusty since giving birth and during my postpartum period..."