I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

When Su Yulian and Huo Qingtang arrived, the new shop at Sanxuan Temple was quiet.

The newspapers were still lying on the table, and the words on the front page were particularly eye-catching: "Fire at Huo Family Wharf."

Huang Shouzhou was holding a freshly made soy milk cup with a straw in his mouth when he heard the two ladies enter. He quickly pushed the newspaper aside and his expression became more serious.

In a corner where the two women weren't looking, she gave Chen Qinghe a thumbs up.

He truly hadn't expected that Su Yulian and Huo Qingtang would arrive so quickly.

What is the connection between the fire at Huo Family Wharf and the scheme orchestrated by the Su family?

Huang Shouzhou was puzzled.

Su Yulian was dressed simply today, and the light blue cheongsam made her complexion look better than a few days ago; at least the bluish tinge had faded.

But she still seemed a little weak, as if she had just emerged from a long dream and hadn't quite found her footing.

Huo Qingtang stood beside her, his gaze more somber than it had been in the past few days.

She wasn't wearing a coat today, just a neat shirt. Standing in this old shop, she appeared all the more composed compared to the uncollected wood, incense burner, and talisman paper scattered on the floor.

"Mr. Chen," Su Yulian spoke first, her voice very soft, "we've come to thank you this time."

Chen Qinghe stood by the table, his expression calm, and simply nodded: "No need to rush to say thank you, please sit down."

Huo Qingtang glanced at him, her gaze sweeping over the newspaper on the table, and asked, "Did you already foresee that something bad would happen last night?"

Chen Qinghe didn't look up, but simply folded the newspaper in half.

"It wasn't something I foresaw; it was just that the situation reacted," he said. "The Azure Dragon protects its master and won't actively harm anyone, but someone came with malicious intent. Once they returned, their mind was in turmoil, and in that turmoil, they were prone to making mistakes. If the fire really breaks out at the dock of the second branch of the Huo family, I think you understand better than I do what that means."

Su Yulian's fingertips trembled slightly, followed by a long sigh.

"I should have expected this... I just didn't think about it that way at the beginning."

Chen Qinghe said he would listen attentively.

The matter is not complicated. Su Yulian's husband initially relied on the Huo family to do business. Later, as the business gradually grew, his relationship with the Huo family became closer. However, for some reason, he suddenly had a lot of contact with the second branch of the Huo family some time ago.

after that……

A shipment of goods went missing, and not long after, Su Yulian's husband committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Su Yulian had never thought about it in that way.

Now it's clear, everything is connected in Su Yulian's mind.

Huo Qingtang said from the side, "Manager Luo called early this morning, saying that the fire started around midnight. At first, we smelled something burning and thought it was someone smoking, but by the time we realized it, the wooden shed was already on fire."

"It wasn't the main warehouse that burned, but the temporary wooden shed for storing goods and a batch of dry goods that were about to be loaded onto the ship. The ship wasn't damaged, but the goods were supposed to leave tomorrow, and now they're all ruined."

"This whole situation you've set up..."

Chen Qinghe slowly placed the newspaper back on the table, his tone still unhurried: "I didn't start the fire. The Feng Shui Bureau wouldn't intentionally start a fire either."

Upon hearing this, Huang Shouzhou's mind raced, and he immediately leaned forward a little: "That means—"

Chen Qinghe interrupted Huang Shouzhou: "So that means how to handle the follow-up matters depends on the two of you."

Huo Qingtang fell silent.

She glanced at that page of the newspaper, her gaze darkening slightly.

She never believed that the recent troubles in the Huo family were just a coincidence.

Huo Yuncheng's deal, Su Yulian's house, and now the fire at Manager Luo's dock—everything seems connected.

She just didn't expect that when she actually pulled the string, it was Huo Shichang's side that got messed up first.

Su Yulian asked softly, "Then...does this mean that inviting you here a few days ago was the right thing to do?"

Chen Qinghe glanced at her and said calmly, "I took the money and set up the scheme for you, so of course I was right."

Hearing this, Huang Shouzhou felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He now loved hearing Chen Qinghe say the words "I've taken the money," because every time those three words were uttered, they were always followed by real skill.

Su Yulian sat in the chair, her fingers clenching slightly. After a long while, she said, "Then tell me, what should I do next?"

This question may seem simple, but it carries significant weight.

She knew very well that after the Azure Dragon Guardian Bureau was established, her side was temporarily safe, but the real storm was just beginning to emerge.

Chen Qinghe did not answer her immediately, but looked at Huo Qingtang first.

"And you?" he said. "You've been spending a lot of time with her these days, you should have noticed by now."

Huo Qingtang's eyes narrowed.

"What did you figure out?"

"I can tell she's not fearless, but rather forced to be," Chen Qinghe said. "You both know this isn't just about the house. The house is just the entrance; the real pressure comes from the people outside."

Huang Shouzhou listened from the side, his heart pounding.

He now understood that Chen Qinghe wasn't simply looking after a house for Su Yulian; he was pulling the people and things behind it out layer by layer.

The Su residence, the Huo family, the dock, Steward Luo, Huo Shichang—these names, which were originally scattered like invisible threads, are now being gathered back by him one by one.

Huo Qingtang was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Since you know all this, why don't you just say it?"

"Because it's useless to say it out loud," Chen Qinghe said calmly. "Whether you believe me or not is a different matter. A feng shui master does things by analyzing the overall situation, not by spouting nonsense. Once the situation is stable, the people behind it will naturally reveal themselves."

After listening, Su Yulian slowly nodded.

She suddenly had a very clear feeling—this young man in front of her was different from the gentlemen she had met before.

When others come to her door, they either ask for money first or start by talking about how dangerous something is; but Chen Qinghe is in no hurry to scare people or force them to make a decision. It's as if he has laid out a path for her, and whether or not she takes it, and how she takes it, is still up to her.

This actually made her feel somewhat at ease.

She looked up at Huo Qingtang, who was also looking at her. They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them speaking, but the tacit understanding they had developed over the years still connected them quietly like a thin thread.

Huang Shouzhou saw this scene and clicked his tongue inwardly, but didn't dare to say anything.

Chen Qinghe sat down at the table and tapped the wooden table lightly with his fingertips: "You've come today not only to deliver a message, but also to ask about the next steps."

Su Yulian nodded: "Yes."

"Then I'll be frank," Chen Qinghe said. "Let's keep things stable at the Su residence for now. Don't touch the stairwell or the study for the next three days. If anyone comes to the door again, remember, don't panic, and don't change your tune. Let them come in and see for themselves. The more they see, the more chaotic things will become."

Huo Qingtang narrowed her eyes: "You're trying to lure them out?"

"It's not fishing," Chen Qinghe said. "It's letting them reveal themselves."

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on Su Yulian's face.

"Your husband's affair and this fire are probably connected. If you really want to know, we'll see who gets restless first."

Su Yulian's face paled slightly upon hearing this, but she did not back down.

She knew that this statement meant that she was being presented with another choice.

Should we continue to endure, or press on?

Should she investigate her husband's death, or continue to pretend she knows nothing?

She hadn't been so consciously aware in a long time that she was still standing at the crossroads.

After a moment of silence, she finally whispered, "Okay. Then let's do as you say."

Chen Qinghe nodded, said nothing more, and simply unfolded the newspaper again, pausing his finger on the words "Fire at Huo Family Wharf".

Huo Qingtang, who was standing next to her, also sighed, and then gently patted Su Yulian's hand: "I will find a way to handle these things with you."