Pei Heng looked at the horrific finger marks on Cen Yu's neck and said, "Stop being cheeky."

“I’m going to visit the master, you come with me.” Last night he had his assistant contact the master who had done the divination for Pei Lejun, but the master was too busy to come to the Pei family for the time being. Of course, he also recommended someone else, saying that this person was his apprentice and that he was so talented that he could definitely help President Pei solve her urgent problem.

Those of them who are in business believe in this to some extent—although Pei Heng himself doesn't believe it, some of the bosses around him do—he himself only got the master's contact information through an introduction from someone else.

Seeing that things were getting out of control, Pei Heng decided not to wait for the master to have time and instead decided to find his disciple first.

Thinking of this, Pei Heng took out his phone and snapped a picture of the finger marks on Cen Yu's neck, then sent it to the master's disciple—

Don't come to me for fortune telling: I don't remove tattoos.

[Don't come to me for fortune telling: Who designed this pattern? I suggest reporting it to the police.]

Cen Yu watched as Pei Heng took a picture of his neck, fiddled with his phone for a while, and then his face darkened. He suddenly became curious... He leaned over to take a look, "Who's this? From the tattoo shop?"

“You two should have a lot in common,” Pei Heng said. “This is the master’s disciple.”

"The master's disciple also does part-time work?" Cen Yu asked again, noticing Pei Heng's strange expression. "Haha, just kidding."

Pei Heng felt that the matter was a long story, so he thought of arranging a time to meet and talk about it.

He asked the master and his apprentice if they had time, and they said yes. They then sent them a time and location, and to prevent them from getting lost, they also shared the address with them.

Cen Yu looked at the address on the screen—

"The master's disciple is very trendy."

"They actually arranged to meet at a bubble tea shop."

...

The appointment with the master's disciple was at 2 PM, so Cen Yu decided to go back to his rented apartment first to get his amulet, although he wasn't sure if it was at home.

The servants had all been given leave after Sun Bo notified them, and Pei Heng was also preparing to move to a high-rise apartment in the city center for a temporary stay.

There was definitely no way to get a taxi near the Pei family villa, so Cen Yu asked Pei Heng to give her a ride. After they got in the car, Cen Yu seemed to remember something and looked at Pei Heng, "Aren't you going to take care of your uncle?"

“Uncle should be thriving there,” Pei Heng said.

Pei Heng had accumulated a lot of work due to Pei Leyun's funeral. After seeing Cen Yu off, he had to go back to the company to deal with the backlog of business.

Seeing that Pei Heng wasn't paying attention to him, Cen Yu took out his phone and started greeting Chu Yichen—he hadn't forgotten that he was currently trying to win over his white moonlight.

Cen Yu: I'm going back to my rented apartment.

Chu Yichen had no idea what he was doing at the moment, but he received a reply to Cen Yu's message instantly—

[Chu Yichen: Are you not used to living at the Pei family's house?]

[Chu Yichen: My uncle does indeed have a lot of rules.]

[Cen Yu: No, it's haunted again.]

[Chu Yichen: ...Again?]

Seeing the crying kitten emoji that Chu Yichen sent, Cen Yu decided to comfort his "white moonlight" who was destined for a life of hardship.

Cen Yu: Don't be afraid.

[Chu Yichen: Why?]

[Cen Yu: For now, just stick with me, you don't need to worry.]

...

Chu Yichen sat in his office, looking at the messages on his phone... If he wasn't sure he was fully conscious, he would have doubted whether he had read Cen Yu's message correctly.

It was probably because the changes in his facial expressions were too obvious that they caught the attention of his assistant.

"It's nothing," Chu Yichen said, glancing at the message Cen Yu had sent on the screen. Finally, he asked his assistant, "Do you know any masters?"

"He's possessed," the assistant thought to himself, but outwardly remained calm and probed, "Master? I don't know him."

"That's true." Chu Yichen rested his forehead on his hand, seemingly troubled by something.

The assistant immediately became alert. "Have you encountered something recently?"

Their company wasn't large, and Chu Yichen practiced flat management, avoiding addressing people by their titles. He was handsome, rich, and generous, so everyone in the company liked this boss—such a good job was hard to find. The assistant was afraid that Chu Yichen might quit on a whim, so he immediately wanted to help his boss solve his problems.

“It was my friend who encountered it,” Chu Yichen said.

Assistant: "Mhm." I understand, friend.

“After his wife died, he moved into his father-in-law’s house,” Chu Yichen said. “Strange things happened at the funeral first, and then after he went home with his father-in-law, strange things started appearing in the house as well.”

Upon hearing that it really wasn't Chu Yichen, the assistant thought for a moment and replied, "How did his wife die?"

“It was an accident,” Chu Yichen said, briefly recounting his honeymoon.

The assistant grew increasingly grave as he listened. "Is it possible that this is a vengeful spirit seeking revenge?"

"No," Chu Yichen immediately retorted.

“He’s not that kind of person.” Then Chu Yichen began to recount how he met this junior, and how he saw Cen Yu… The assistant frowned more and more as he listened.

After all, according to Chu Yichen's description, this guy is a scumbag who despises the poor and loves the rich, who dreams of hooking up with a rich and beautiful woman and marrying into a wealthy family to avoid 30 years of detours!

"I can tell," the assistant thought. "Their boss has bad eyesight."

"There's one more thing." Chu Yichen probably felt that this matter was too unbelievable, and no one would believe it if he told others, so he simply told his assistant everything.

"So you mean..." the assistant struggled to grasp the relationship, "that he was once the object of a ghost marriage arranged by his wife's adoptive father's uncle?"

"yes."

The assistant raised his hand. "Wait a moment, I'll contact someone for you."

"He does this part-time... Is there anything else you want to ask? I can ask for you."

"Then you can ask for me," Chu Yichen hesitated.

The assistant noticed his boss's hesitation and waited patiently.

After about five minutes, Chu Yichen finally spoke, "If he remarries, from a metaphysical perspective, would that be considered a third marriage?"

"..." The assistant glanced at Chu Yichen discreetly, thinking to himself, "So you want to be a third marriage partner. It shouldn't count. Let me ask for you."

He picked up his phone and tapped a few buttons, then said to Chu Yichen after a while, "He said he happens to be free today."

"Two more people want to consult this afternoon; you can wait in line after them."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yichen immediately relaxed a bit. "Where?" He thought for a moment, thinking that the masters should usually meet in private clubs or teahouses.

"What a delicious milk tea shop."

"Um?"

The assistant calmly stated, "Let's call it 'Delicious Milk Tea Shop'." He held up his phone, "I'll send you the address and contact information."