Chapter 364: If You Have a Stepmother, You Have a Stepfather

"The problem with this house is not just the 'piercing heart evil'."

"Anything else?"

"Hmm." Ye Wanxi pointed to the ceiling directly above the bed. "Don't you guys think the ceiling in this room is unusually low?"

"Low?" Gao Min looked up and stared at the white ceiling for a while. "It seems to be a little lower than the ceiling outside."

Xiang Linsheng chimed in, "Yes, it should be lower. Is there a specific reason for this?"

"According to the building model, there should be a beam hidden directly above this bed."

"beam?"

"Yes. A beam overhead is a very unfavorable feng shui arrangement, easily leading to financial loss and health problems. Imagine having a beam constantly pressing down on your head, especially while you're sleeping. To give a simple example, the feeling of sleep paralysis is unpleasant, isn't it?"

Ye Wanxi explained it in simple terms, but the group couldn't help but shudder when they heard the words "sleep paralysis."

"That's roughly the idea. This type of feng shui arrangement can affect the homeowner's health, fortune, marriage, and even fertility. The person who designed this arrangement probably didn't want you to notice it too easily, so they slightly concealed the beam. The effect might be slightly weaker at first, but over time..."

Ning Anquan understood Ye Wanxi's meaning. The single beam overhead might not be able to cause him any real harm, but if it were combined with the piercing evil spirit outside, then it was uncertain!

"If it were just one thing, it could be considered a coincidence, but the chances of two things being a coincidence are slim. It seems that the person who designed this house had quite an ambition. However, since you didn't come to stay, all their efforts were in vain, so you're lucky."

At this point, Ye Wanxi recalled that Ning Anquan's stepmother's influence seemed to have worked quite well, and asked doubtfully, "Your stepmother specially arranged for you to stay in this room, so she should have known about all the intricacies involved. She's schemed so much, yet you didn't come to stay. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have given up so easily."

“There’s no such thing as giving up easily. Uncle Ning listened to that woman’s instigation and forced An Quan to move back in. He even canceled An Quan’s bank card for it. Otherwise, An Quan wouldn’t have been unable to afford to buy back the old house. It took him more than half a year to raise the money and buy the house back.”

Gao Min curled her lip and muttered disdainfully, "It's true what they say, if you have a stepmother, you'll have a stepfather. It's a good thing you didn't give in to the evil forces, otherwise you probably would have already... cough cough..."

Ning Anquan resented his father when he sold the old house, but when he learned that the old man had passed away due to illness, he also regretted it and doubted whether everything he had done before was right.

But now, having learned of the hidden dangers here, and reflecting on his father's actions over the past year, Ning Anquan's hard-won regret has vanished, leaving only anger and chilling dismay.

"Go and take a look at the second bedroom you just mentioned."

The second bedroom is diagonally opposite the master bedroom, just a few steps away.

Compared to the desolate master bedroom, this room was obviously much more lively.

The large dressing table was filled with various cosmetics, and several pieces of clothing and some pretty ornaments hung on the clothes rack beside the bed.

The decorations were exquisite and very cozy.

"How about it?"

"There's nothing seriously wrong with their room, except..."

"That's it?" The hearts of the group jumped.

Ye Wanxi walked to the balcony of the house: "There just happens to be a pond in your backyard."

What's wrong with this pond?

"The location of this pond is ingenious; it's positioned so that sunlight can reflect onto the house, creating light and shadow inside. In Feng Shui, this is called 'reflective glare evil.' Staying in such a house for a long time can cause mental stimulation, leading to instinctive tension and nerve strain. Over time, this can result in delirium and illusions."

Upon hearing this, Zou Hanming subconsciously looked at Ning Anquan: "Aquan, do you think Uncle might be...?"

Ning Anquan was also very heavy-hearted, as it was a fact that many people knew his father had heart disease.

It is well known that prolonged stress can trigger a heart attack.

If what Ye Wanxi said is true, could his father's death be related to the feng shui of this house? And was the person who killed him... that woman?

"Like the land you have, this house also has serious feng shui problems. If necessary, you can check who originally owned the house."

Ye Wanxi's words caused Ning Anquan's expression to become complicated again. He opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"Could it be that you've already guessed it?"

All eyes immediately fell on Ning Anquan. He pursed his lips and said truthfully, "This house was also bought through Uncle Li's introduction."

"Pfft..." Gao Min looked at him with pity. "Your friend has turned out like this. Did your dad dig up their ancestral grave in his past life?"

Ning Anquan also wanted to ask this question. In his impression, Uncle Li had always been a cheerful and easy-going person.

Even when his father passed away, the other party treated him with extreme kindness and affection, appearing as a loving elder who was genuinely worried and saddened for the descendants of his deceased friend.

Before this, Ning Anquan had never doubted him, but after listening to Ye Wanxi's analysis today, and combined with all these "coincidences," Ning Anquan felt that he really had to start to suspect him.

As the group was talking, a sweet female voice suddenly came from downstairs.

"Aunt Liu, I saw an unfamiliar car parked in the parking space downstairs. Does it have guests?"

"Madam is back. She's not a guest; it's the eldest young master with some friends who have come back to collect some things."

"An Quan is here? He brought friends with him. Where are they?"

"Upstairs."

Ning Anquan and the others listened to the conversation downstairs, their expressions changed slightly, and they looked at Ye Wanxi.

"Let's go downstairs." Ye Wanxi pulled the curtains back to their original position, glanced at the large potted plant by the balcony, and led the group out of the bedroom.

When Ye Wanxi and the others came downstairs, Bai Limei was about to come upstairs.

Ning Anquan's nominal stepmother does indeed look very young, appearing to be at most in her early thirties.

With beautiful curly hair, delicate features, and clear, bright eyes, she possesses a fragile, sickly beauty that easily evokes a man's protective instincts.

Seeing Ning Anquan and the others come downstairs, she paused for a moment, then broke into a happy smile: "Anquan's back? Have you eaten? Are these all your friends?"

"Okay, we're coming back to get our things."

"Did you get that thing?"

"Got it, we're leaving now."

"So soon? It's rare for Anquan to bring friends home, why don't you stay for dinner? It's almost mealtime anyway, and even the busiest person needs to rest, right?"

Bai Limei's image as a virtuous wife and loving mother did not win the approval of the crowd. Ye Wanxi's gaze fell thoughtfully on her slightly protruding belly.

The metaphysical elements mentioned in this article are purely fictional; please do not take them personally.

(End of this chapter)