I consulted a feng shui master in Hong Kong.

In the bedroom before him, Huo Yuncheng lay half-reclined on the bed, his face pale, his eyes dark, and his hair disheveled.

He was only in his early twenties and quite handsome, but he had been exhausted by the past few days and his eyes were full of restlessness.

A glass was broken beside the bed, and half a magazine lay on the floor; clearly, the noise was caused by him smashing it.

Upon seeing someone enter, Huo Yuncheng frowned: "Another one?"

Huo Qingtang followed behind and said coldly, "Father sent him to take a look."

Huo Yuncheng scoffed, wanting to say something more, but the words seemed to lack strength. He simply raised his hand and pressed it against his chest in frustration: "See? Get out of here after you're done. It gets stuffy in the house as soon as evening comes. The wind makes my head explode. It's the same no matter who comes."

Chen Qinghe didn't respond to that, but just stood by the bed and glanced at him twice: "You're not having any bad luck lately, you're just not sleeping well. When you don't sleep well, your mind is restless, and when your mind is restless, everything bothers you."

Huo Yuncheng looked up at him, as if he wanted to curse him with "nonsense," but he didn't say it.

She merely glanced at Chen Qinghe coldly.

Huo Qingtang stood by the door, her tone impatient. She had never believed in such things before, nor did she think this young man had any real ability. She thought that further idle chatter was pointless: "The doctor has said all that. The question is, why did this happen?"

Chen Qinghe raised his hand and pointed at the mirror: "Take this mirror off first."

Huo Qingtang frowned: "Just because of a mirror?"

"It's not a mirror, it's just misplaced," Chen Qinghe said. "It doesn't reflect the door, it doesn't reflect the view, it just reflects the head of the bed. It reflects light during the day and casts shadows at night, so naturally, no one can have peace and quiet when they sleep here."

He then pointed to the glass partition: "Tear this one down too."

"This is newly decorated," Huo Qingtang said in an even colder tone. "We hired a designer when we decorated it."

"Designers understand aesthetics, but they don't understand feng shui," Chen Qinghe said. "The study is a quiet place. You changed it into a bright partition, which is equivalent to tearing down the quiet place. The bedroom and study are now a mess. Your brother's nightly awakenings, palpitations, and loss of appetite didn't come out of nowhere. They were caused by this house, one thing after another."

Before Huo Qingtang could retort, Chen Qinghe turned to look at her: "Miss Huo hasn't been feeling much better these past few days either."

Huo Qingtang was taken aback.

"I just read your fortune. Although it was just a fleeting glance, I could tell that your destiny was originally prosperous, but lately you've been somewhat absent-minded and your energy seems to be out of balance. I imagine Miss Huo has also been feeling unwell lately. If I'm not mistaken, you've been having headaches, especially in the evenings. Your eyes get tired after sitting for a long time, your chest feels tight, and you can't even read two pages of accounts at night before you have to get up."

Chen Qinghe calmly said, "It's not that you're physically weak, it's just that your study, where you often spend your time, is also bathed in this light."

Huo Qingtang's expression changed slightly, but she still stubbornly insisted, "Maybe I'm just tired."

"Then let me mention two more things." Chen Qinghe's tone remained unchanged. "Mr. Huo has negotiated two business deals in the past half month. It's not that the deals couldn't be closed, but they were almost finalized when someone lowered the price or interfered, leaving them just one step away. Also, there have been more arguments in the Huo family lately, not just because your brother isn't sleeping well. I imagine part of the reason is that the business isn't progressing smoothly, which has led to some unrest at home."

The hall fell silent.

Chen Qinghe didn't need to mention these things; he only displayed them to make them more convinced of his abilities and the Three Mysteries Temple.

Especially the business aspect, that's what truly moved the Huo family.

Huo Shirong, who had been standing outside, slowly walked in after hearing this, and for the first time his gaze truly fell on Chen Qinghe's face.

Huo Qingtang stared at him, and the coldness in her eyes finally softened for a moment.

Because all three of these things are correct.

She has indeed been experiencing frequent migraines lately, especially when reviewing accounts in the study in the side building; Huo Shirong's two recent shipping contracts were indeed rigged at the last minute; as for the unrest at home...

This made Huo Qingtang scrutinize Chen Qinghe even more rigorously.

Because that's really how it is.

During this period, Huo Shirong's younger brother, Huo Shichang, has been frequently interfering in the dock's operations. He claims to be helping his elder brother, but everyone can see that he is actually trying to steal business opportunities.

Apart from a few core members of the Huo family, no one else knew about these things.

If the previous events could have been leaked to Chen Qinghe by someone, how do you explain this one?

Huo Qingtang was silent for a moment, then finally asked, "How did you figure that out?"

"First, look at the feng shui layout; second, look at the person's fate and appearance," Chen Qinghe said. "If the feng shui layout is messed up, it will first harm the people living there, and then the people doing things. Your brother lives in the worst position, so he suffers the most. You often come here and do accounting in the study in the side building, so you are also affected. As for Mr. Huo, the road in front of his house is obstructed and the water is scattered, so it is natural that he will easily fall short at the last step in doing things. If people are already competitive, if the layout is bad, the competition will become even more intense."

Huo Yuncheng, who had been lounging on the bed, finally sat up a little straighter upon hearing this: "You mean, I'm not just unlucky, but someone is deliberately messing with my family?"

Chen Qinghe glanced at him: "It's not aimed at you, I think it might be aimed at Mr. Huo or the Huo family."

After he finished speaking, the room became so quiet that only the sound of the wind outside the window could be heard.

Huo Shirong slowly began, "Continue."

Chen Qinghe walked to the window, looked at the angle of the glass of the carport outside, then turned back to look at the old trace of the screen wall that had been half demolished at the entrance, and finally his gaze fell on an old screen that was not placed in the right place in the corner of the room.

"Huang Shouzhou is wrong, but he just magnified the problems," Chen Qinghe said. "The real mastermind first messed with the exterior, then used the renovations and furnishings to corrupt the interior. The driveway in front of the door was straightened, the water jets in the pool sprayed outwards, the carport glass reflected light, and then there were the mirrors, glass partitions, and misaligned screens in this room—it's all part of the same technique. Someone couldn't have just randomly installed things like that; someone must have given instructions behind the scenes."

Huo Qingtang reacted quickly: "The family did indeed have a side building renovated recently. It was someone introduced by my second uncle."

Huo Shirong's expression immediately darkened.

Huo Yuncheng cursed first: "I knew the room would get weirder and weirder after those guys finished decorating. Damn it, it turns out it wasn't just me being crazy."

Chen Qinghe remained silent in the face of these remarks.

He's just a feng shui master; power struggles within wealthy families are not within his scope of business.

Huo Qingtang understood, and her brows furrowed even more deeply. She had initially thought Huang Shouzhou was just being reckless and had ruined her brother, but now she realized it was connected to a series of recent misfortunes plaguing the Huo family. When she looked at Chen Qinghe again, the look was completely different from when she first met him and saw him as a conman.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

Chen Qinghe didn't waste any words: "I can modify the feng shui layout, but I can only fix it temporarily, not permanently. Feng shui layouts are never static; a slight change can completely change everything. You should be prepared for this in your letter."

"Only by resolving family matters and preventing others from adding to the chaos can we achieve a permanent solution."