Imagine if Feng Jingcheng hadn't brought Nan Yuanman to the company to meet Feng Zining by mistake in order to make Feng Zining believe that ghosts exist.

If Feng Zining continues to live with a female ghost on his back for a while, the consequences will be unpredictable.

After all, ghosts have a tremendous influence on the living. Bad luck is a minor issue; the most important thing is that the body will be eroded by yin energy, causing yang energy to leak out, making them very weak and prone to illness, and eventually even leading to death...

The more Feng Jingcheng thought about it, the more fortunate he was that he had shamelessly come today and promptly eliminated a potential threat to his older brother.

Feng Jingcheng pressed, "Brother, say something! Is it true or not? Who have you offended recently?"

Feng Zining frowned. If it came to offending people, there were countless. After all, how could one do business without offending anyone?

But he hadn't forgotten that Sheng Hanxiang said she received a 'reply' to his love letter when she was in high school. Surely those seasoned veterans in the business world wouldn't have planted a spies on him years ago to cause him trouble at any time?

Not to mention that because of Feng Congqian's unexplained coma, the Feng family hired quite a few Taoist masters. If someone had set up a trap for him back then, the masters would have seen through it long ago, instead of waiting until now...

For a moment, Feng Zining really couldn't figure out who had gone to such lengths to set up such a scheme to annoy him.

Feng Jingcheng leaned closer with a sly grin: "What? Too many enemies, can't remember them all at once?"

Feng Zining slapped his face away, looked at Sheng Hanxiang, calmed his complicated emotions, and said, "Ms. Sheng, this matter has been going on for too long. Let me investigate it first, and then I will give you a perfect truth and explanation."

Sheng Hanxiang snapped out of her daze, looked at Feng Zining, lowered her head slightly hastily, and answered in a very soft voice, "Y-yes, that's fine."

She also desperately wanted to know what the reply to the love letter was all about, why she had lost her memories, how she had died, and... who had harmed her.

After Feng Zining finished speaking to her, he subconsciously looked at Nan Yuanman: "So, what should Ms. Sheng do now...?"

Nan Yuanman: "It's fine to put her away for now!"

Feng Zining: "?"

"Put it away?"

How do you hide such a big person, or rather, a ghost?

Nan Yuanman nodded her little head, skillfully took out a small yellow paper figure from her small satchel, and recited an incantation to Sheng Hanxiang.

Sheng Hanxiang's soul gradually became ethereal, and to Feng Zining's astonishment, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the yellow paper doll.

"Alright!" Nan Yuanman patted the little paper doll, stuffed her back into the small handbag, and patted her again with a smile: "That way she won't run out and climb on Fourth Brother's back!"

Feng Zining's back, which had just warmed up, suddenly felt a chill again. He suppressed the urge to rub his back and looked down to meet Nan Yuanman's gaze.

A moment later, he solemnly extended his hand to her: "Let me reintroduce myself, I am Feng Zining, your... eldest cousin."

Nan Yuanman's little mind couldn't quite understand why her fourth brother had become her eldest cousin, but that didn't stop her from extending her little hand to shake his: "Hello, eldest cousin, I'm Nan Yuanman, your little sister!"

Feng Jingcheng looked at the two hands clasped together, one big and one small, and his mouth twitched wildly. He couldn't help but complain, "Does it have to be so formal, bro? It makes me feel awkward like an acquaintance is showing off."

Feng Zining: "..." How come a perfectly normal person has a mouth!

“Yuanman, could you help my cousin check if there are any other…ghosts in this company?” Feng Zining ignored Feng Jingcheng and squatted down to ask Nan Yuanman in a friendly manner: “Don’t worry, my cousin will pay me.”

Nan Yuanman's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously: "Sure!"

This is just routine patrolling the mountains in the village! She's amazing! And she gets paid for it!

"By the way, eldest cousin, take this. It's a Yang-gathering talisman and a protective charm. You should get plenty of sunshine and do good deeds during this time, or you might have a little bit of bad luck!"

Nan Yuanman took out two talismans from his small satchel and stuffed them into Feng Zining's hand. He then took out a purification talisman and a yin-dispelling talisman and completely dispelled the yin and ghostly energy in the office.

Feng Zining immediately felt the temperature in the office slowly rising, and a warm feeling surged up his chilly back. He clenched the two talismans folded into a triangle in his hand, and the softest part of his heart was gently touched.

Having a younger sister... is indeed quite nice.

Feng Jingcheng crossed his arms and said sourly, "Yuanman, why didn't you ask him for money? Why didn't you ask me?"

Nan Yuanman, with her little belly sticking out, said confidently, "Because my eldest cousin didn't do anything reckless!"

"I'm not giving away my talismans for free to people who are courting death!"

Feng Jingcheng was speechless after being choked by her words.

Feng Zining couldn't help but gently rub the slightly messy little tufts of hair on Nan Yuanman's head, and then the more he looked at them, the more he disliked them.

One is loose and saggy, the other is crooked and twisted, and a lot of hair is falling out from the sideburns.

Feng Zining twitched her fingers slightly, trying to hold back, but couldn't resist. She used her fingers as a comb to roughly re-braid Nan Yuanman's two small braids before gently patting her back: "Alright, go ahead, I'll arrange for my assistant to show you around."

"Okay!"

Nanmanyuan blinked its little eyes and ran off happily. Off it goes! To patrol the mountain, oh no, to patrol the company!

Seeing her leave without looking back, Feng Jingcheng felt even worse: "You little ingrate, you didn't even say goodbye to your sixth brother before leaving."

I've spent two days with him already! Shouldn't we have developed some feelings for each other by now?

Feng Zining turned his head and glared at him speechlessly. After a moment, he slowly reached out his hand to him. His voice, which had been unusually calm in front of Nan Yuanman, was a little unsteady: "Third brother, come here and help me up."

Feng Jingcheng rushed over to support him: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I told you not to push yourself so hard, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened, your health is in trouble, isn't it? I..."

With his help, Feng Zining sat down on the sofa, slowly regaining her senses. She covered her eyes with her icy hands and said incredulously, "I actually saw a ghost..."

"There really are ghosts in this world..."

Feng Jingcheng: "?"

Seriously, bro, is your reaction time that slow? You're only realizing it now?

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Compared to the relatively relaxed atmosphere in Nanmanyuan, the 606 private room in a high-end club in Beijing was filled with smoke.

Three heavily made-up girls were huddled together, chattering about the latest cosmetics, while four boys were drinking and chatting nearby, each with a scantily clad woman in their arms.

A few seconds later, the door to the private room was pushed open with a bang, and a thin man with dark circles under his eyes rushed in, his face showing a hint of panic: "Young Master Zheng, Miss Sun, Sheng Hanxiang is dead! She's dead!"