I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

"No," Chen Qinghe said, "He just meant well but did something wrong."

"Kind-hearted?" Huo Qingtang said coldly, as if she had heard a joke. "He didn't seem kind-hearted when he was taking the money."

Huang Shouzhou broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly whispered, "Miss Huo, that was too..."

"Shut up." Huo Qingtang didn't even look at him.

Chen Qinghe did not defend Huang Shouzhuo.

He simply turned his gaze back to the exterior of the Huo residence, his voice remaining steady: "You know, Huang Shou-zhuo isn't particularly skilled in feng shui or physiognomy. If the Huo family were in such a state because of Huang Shou-zhuo's limited abilities, would he need to be so uneasy?"

Speak the facts and explain the reasoning.

Chen Qinghe is good at this.

These words caused Huo Qingtang's expression to shift slightly, and Huo Shirong, the patriarch of the Huo family, sat up straighter in the main seat not far away.

"You mean," he said slowly, "that someone is deliberately ruining the Huo family's fortune?"

Chen Qinghe nodded: "It seems so at the moment."

Huo Qingtang stared at him: "What makes you say that?"

"Because the damage happened at the perfect time," Chen Qinghe said. "The road impediment, the water reflection, and the light glare—each one taken individually, seems like a minor mistake in ordinary repairs. But the fact that all three occurred at the crucial locations of the Huo family's gate and the side building means it couldn't have been done unintentionally. Especially that newly straightened driveway; it looks like it was just for easier access, but in reality, it perfectly directs the rushing energy from outside to the front door. The craftsmen wouldn't have made these changes without the guidance of someone knowledgeable in the field."

Huo Shirong's expression gradually darkened.

The Huo family has indeed repaired their gate in the past six months.

First, the driveway was widened, then the carport was replaced, and even the sprinklers in the pool were newly adjusted by the gardener.

They were all trivial matters, and he never paid them any mind.

Now that Chen Qinghe has brought it up, it's as if someone has hammered a few scattered nails back into their original positions.

Huo Qingtang remained silent, but continued to stare at Chen Qinghe, as if trying to determine whether the young man was truly capable or simply more eloquent than Huang Shouzhuo.

The hall was quiet for a moment, then suddenly a loud "bang" came from upstairs, as if something had been thrown to the ground.

This was followed by a suppressed tirade of angry shouts: "Close the window! The wind's blowing in again, it's so noisy!"

The voice was young, with obvious irritation, but not in a sarcastic or domineering tone; it sounded more like someone who had been tortured to the point of no return.

After he finished cursing, the sound of servants whispering and coaxing came from upstairs, creating chaos.

Huo Qingtang's brow furrowed, and she instinctively started to go upstairs, but after taking two steps, she stopped abruptly.

She turned to look at Chen Qinghe: "Since you say it's not some kind of evil spirit, then stop trying to fool me with those empty words. What exactly happened to my brother?"

Chen Qinghe looked up at the stairwell: "First I couldn't sleep well, then I became irritable in the wind, and in the last two days I've also had headaches and chest tightness. I can't control my temper, but I don't necessarily remember what harsh words I said afterwards. I feel a little better during the day than at night, and I feel the worst in the evening."

Huo Qingtang's eyes finally changed.

Because not a single word of these sentences was wrong.

Huo Yuncheng has been like this for the past few days. During the day, he can still manage to be presentable, but as soon as the sun begins to set, he becomes like a taut string. He gets annoyed even by the slightest movement of the curtains, and he gets angry if anyone says anything more than necessary.

But even though he loves to play, he never mistreats his servants. These past few days, every time he loses his temper, he feels very remorseful afterwards, and he even makes the servants pay for the broken things.

Huo Qingtang was silent for a moment, her voice still cold, but without the aggressive edge she had displayed before: "Did Huang Shouzhou also tell you this?"

"No," Chen Qinghe said. "The east wing of the side building gets the afternoon sun, which is also reflected back by the carport, making it the driest in the evening. The long corridor blows the wind straight into the house, and when the window is open, the wind is louder than elsewhere. In addition, his bed was moved to the wrong place, so he sleeps in the wind. It's okay during the day, but it's most torturous at night."

After he finished speaking, Huo Shirong finally stood up.

The Huo family patriarch, who had been observing with a composed expression, now stepped into the hall and looked directly at Chen Qinghe: "Mr. Chen, if you can truly see the problem, the Huo family will not treat you unfairly. But I only have one question: can you hold off on A-Cheng's scheme tonight?"

Chen Qinghe did not respond immediately, but instead glanced in the direction leading to the side building.

"Whether it can be suppressed depends on the house first," he said. "But one thing is certain: the Huo family's situation is not as simple as hiring the wrong doctor. The external situation has been tampered with, and then someone inside gave it a push, which is why the doctor is in such distress so quickly. Huang Shou-chou's mistake was making random changes, but the Huo family's house has been targeted from the very beginning."

Huo Shirong's face darkened further.

Huo Qingtang finally put away her initial sarcasm.

She didn't believe in feng shui, but rather in the details Chen Qinghe mentioned.

Because those details are things that outsiders can't fabricate.

Looking at the slender young man in front of her, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The man stood in the main hall of the Huo family, dressed in shabby clothes, but his expression showed no fear.

He was neither like Huang Shouzhou, who had a fawning smile on his face, nor like those pretentious scholars who acted mysteriously.

Huo Qingtang remained silent for a moment, then stepped aside, clearing the way for the stairwell.

"Since you're here," she said, "let's go upstairs and take a look. I'm warning you now, if you're just all talk, I won't hold back."

Chen Qinghe nodded: "Miss Huo, please keep an eye on things."

After he finished speaking, he walked upstairs.

As he passed by Huang Shou-chou, he simply said, "Don't touch anything here."

He was afraid that Huang Shouzhou would cause more trouble.

Huang Shouzhou nodded quickly, as if he had been granted a pardon.

The Huo family's house was brightly lit, and the wind outside seemed to be blowing harder.

As Chen Qinghe climbed the stairs, he mentally reviewed the changes that had occurred outside the Huo residence.

The road, light, water, and door were all moved at crucial points; this cannot be explained by a momentary lapse in concentration.

Huo Yuncheng's voice, barely containing his anger, came from upstairs. Huo Qingtang followed behind, her face still cold, but the look in her eyes towards Chen Qinghe was no longer just pure contempt.

The Huo family is wealthy, so their lights are always on even late at night.

The cold white light slanted in from the window and landed directly on the newly installed glass partition in front of Huo Yuncheng's bedroom door, shattering into a dazzling patch of light.

Chen Qinghe stood at the door, glanced at it once, and then stopped.

This room is a suite; it connects to a small study outside, and the bedroom is inside.

Logically speaking, a mansion like the Huo family's should provide a spacious and comfortable place for the young master to live, but at first glance, everything about it feels awkward and uncomfortable.

The first thing is a mirror.

A decorative mirror, not large, is embedded in the west wall of the bedroom, directly above and diagonally opposite the head of the bed. It's not noticeable during the day, but in the evening, the residual light from the carport glass shines on it, and when reflected in the mirror, it falls right on the pillow.

Even when you lie down and close your eyes, the light still flickers in front of you.

At night, when the maid opens and closes the door, the shadows of the corridor lights flash across the mirror, looking no different from someone passing by the bed.

The second place is the wind.

The bedroom window faces the end of the long corridor.

Huang Shouzhou then dismantled the half of the screen wall that had originally blocked the wind, and moved the bed from the north wall to the west side.

Now that the door is open, the wind from outside the side building rushes in along the corridor, passing through the doorway to the window, then seeping out through the window cracks, just brushing past the edge of the bed.

The wind wasn't strong, but it was sharp. Sleeping in that spot, even with a blanket covering you, would make your heart race.

The third place is that glass partition.

Originally, the space between the study and the bedroom should have been partially open and partially closed, serving as a transition.

Now, someone, finding the old wooden screen door in the way, has temporarily replaced it with a whole piece of glass, even the thin frame at the top is glossy.

In this way, the study light, the car lights outside the window, and the shadows of people in the corridor all shine into the bedroom.

What's more troublesome is that the glass partitions the two spaces into a bright front and a dark back. When the lights are turned on at night, people in the bedroom feel trapped between two layers of light, making them uneasy.

When these three problems are combined, it becomes a typical case of being affected by both light pollution, wind turbulence, and fright.

Chen Qinghe walked into the bedroom, first looking at the bed, then at the doors and windows, and finally glancing back at the study. He already had a plan in mind.