Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

"Chen Qiang is no longer by her side." Xia Jingsheng looked at the red rope on Mo Hong's wrist.

The red rope was dirty and had long lost its former luster.

"Chen Qiang was recruited by Mo Hong himself, so he would have been by her side all the time, but now..." Xia Jingsheng glanced at Sun Wenxi.

Apart from the fainted Mo Hong, there were only the two of them in the room at this moment.

Seeing that Xia Jingsheng was only wearing his underwear, Sun Wenxi frowned and said, "Go back to your room and rest."

"What about you?" Xia Jingsheng asked.

"I'll go see Dad." Sun Wenxi avoided Xia Jingsheng's eyes.

When Sun Wenxi came to the door of Sun Qiman's room, seeing that the light was still on, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Sun Qiman said in a deep voice.

"it's me."

There was no answer in the room for a long time.

Sun Wenxi called out, "Dad?"

"If you're not going to accompany Jing Sheng, what are you doing here?!" Sun Qiman patted the table and said, "Come in!"

As soon as Sun Wenxi entered, Sun Qiman kept staring at him: "Come here, kneel down!"

"Dad?" Sun Wenxi was full of surprise.

Sun Qiman looked serious: "Kneel down!"

Seeing Sun Qiman take out an old cane from under the box, Sun Wenxi said in shock, "Dad...you are..."

"I'll make you messy, I'll make you dirty!" Sun Qiman raised his hand and put the cane on Sun Wenxi's back to greet him.

"Dad! Listen to my explanation! Things are not what you think, I have nothing to do with Mo Hong!" Sun Wenxi stepped away.

Sun Qiman's anger continued: "It's okay, it's okay that a dancing girl will come to your door?! It's okay that you and Jing Sheng sleep in separate beds?!"

"Dad! Calm down, calm down!" Sun Wenxi raised his hand and grabbed the cane.

Just now he was full of aura, but now he is timid: "How do you know that Jing Sheng and I sleep in separate beds?"

"If you don't get discovered, how long are you going to keep it from me?" Sun Qiman's face was full of hatred.

"Dad, the fact that Jing Sheng and I slept in separate beds has nothing to do with Mo Hong. Mo Hong was just asking for help." After speaking, Sun Wenxi briefly talked about Mo Hong.

Sun Qiman looked at his son suspiciously: "Is it true that you provoked the dancer and were discovered by Jing Sheng?"

"Dad, my dear father, can you have some confidence in your own son, am I that kind of person? What's more, I don't like women." Sun Wenxi said while supporting his forehead.

"Anyway, tonight is the wedding night, what's the matter with sleeping in separate beds, you must share the same bed!" Sun Qiman said with a straight face.

Sun Wenxi nodded in agreement.

"Father, what age are you, and you still use a cane to teach people. I am so big, and you can do it. For the sake of Jingsheng, you are really willing to do it." Sun Wenxi helped Sun Qiman to sit down.

"If you don't treat Jing Sheng well, I will definitely not let you go."

"No way, Jing Sheng is also the person I chose, how could I neglect him?"

"On the wedding night, it's really unlucky for a dancer to come to your door. You have to get her away tomorrow no matter what. You can't let her stay at home and cause gossip."

"I have to ask Jing Sheng about this."

With Sun Qiman's consent, Sun Wenxi walked out of the room.

When Sun Wenxi returned to the new house, he saw that although the lights were on inside, it was quiet.

He walked lightly, walked to the side of the bed, opened the curtain and took a look.

Xia Jingsheng closed his eyes facing the outside, apparently falling asleep.

Sun Wenxi lightly carried the quilt onto the bed, and was just about to take off his coat, but found that the person who had his eyes closed was now open and staring at him.

Sun Wenxi was taken aback: "You haven't slept yet."

Xia Jingsheng glanced at the bedding beside him: "Aren't the beds separate?"

"Dad doesn't give up points, and it's not easy for me to please him. Let's sleep like this for a night. Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Xia Jingsheng watched Sun Wenxi take off his clothes with a blank expression.

"Jing Sheng, lie down in there." Sun Wenxi said, rolling up his sleeves.

"I'm used to sleeping on the outside." Xia Jingsheng said.

There is only one side of the Qiangongbabu bed that can be used on the bed.Xia Jingsheng insisted on sleeping on the outside, so Sun Wenxi could only step over him.

"Ouch!" Sun Wenxi lost his footing and fell right on top of Xia Jingsheng.

"You!" Xia Jingsheng was pressed down by him, subconsciously hammering his back, "Get up!"

"Ouch!" Sun Wenxi flinched while dodging the rattan, and couldn't help but yelled again.

Xia Jingsheng became more ashamed and annoyed when he heard that sincere cry, "Get up quickly!"

"It hurts!" Sun Wenxi said pitifully.

"It hurts?" Xia Jingsheng looked at his hand inexplicably, it was obvious that he didn't use much force just now.

"It really hurts." Sun Wenxi had a bitter face.

Xia Jingsheng got up and took a look, his face changed suddenly: "Did you lose your waist?"

Sun Wenxi finally got into the back of the bed: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pressing you down."

"Click it for you." Xia Jingsheng sat up.

"Don't, it's not serious, just get some sleep and you'll be fine. Press like this, and be careful not to play tricks on you..." After saying this, Xia Jingsheng stopped his hands abruptly.

Sun Wenxi was still talking to himself: "Go to sleep..."

There was no movement behind him for a long time, Sun Wenxi turned his head and saw Xia Jingsheng was staring at his lower back.

"Jing Sheng, what are you going to do with Mo Hong?" Sun Wenxi tried to divert his attention.

"I don't know what happened. After she wakes up, ask her clearly before making a decision." Xia Jingsheng raised his hand and pressed on his waist. "Let me help you press."

"It hurts, hurts... Take it easy." Sun Wenxi called out.

Xia Jingsheng's subordinates relaxed their movements.

Outside the door, the people sent by Sun Qiman were eavesdropping, when they heard this sound suddenly, they were so happy that they covered their mouths.

Just now he said there was no movement, but now it is so intense, it really is a young man with good energy.

The two people in the room didn't know that they were misunderstood, Xia Jingsheng gently pressed Sun Wenxi's waist.

"Is there medicinal wine at home?"

Seeing that there was no reply, Xia Jingsheng suddenly raised his voice, "Where's your medicine box?"

"Heh..." Sun Wenxi laughed, "There's no need to make a fuss..."

"I asked you where the medicine box is?" Xia Jingsheng's expression was very serious.

Sun Wenxi was slightly startled, and after a while, he pointed to the cabinet beside him.

Xia Jingsheng took out the medicine box from the cabinet, found the medicine for traumatic injury from inside, poured a little into the palm of his hand, then covered his waist, rubbed it with the palm of his hand.

His movements were so light and gentle that Sun Wenxi almost fell asleep when he heard Xia Jingsheng say, "It's done."

Xia Jingsheng wiped his hands with a cloth, and said softly, "From now on, you will sleep on the outside, and I will sleep on the inside."

"Your ability to turn over is naturally better than mine, but that's fine too. If you can't turn over, I'll let you press on me." Sun Wenxi said without shame or coquettishness.

Xia Jingsheng stopped talking, and the two lay back to back. In the silent night, they could clearly hear each other's heartbeat.

Xia Jingsheng originally thought that he would not be able to sleep all night, but unexpectedly he fell asleep like this.

When I woke up, it was daylight.

The moment he opened his eyes, Xia Jingsheng looked to his side, half of the bed was already empty.

He opened the curtain and was about to get out of bed when a servant's voice came from outside: "Master, do you want to take a bath?"

Xia Jingsheng said, "Get some water ready." His voice sounded hoarse just after waking up.

The boy smiled ambiguously when he heard the words, and immediately went to prepare hot water.

Xia Jingsheng took a warm bath comfortably, and changed into clean clothes.

While combing her hair, Sun Wenxi came in.

The waiter at the side said cleverly: "You two young masters, if the husband combs his wife's hair on the morning of the wedding, it means that the marriage will last for a long time."

After speaking, he looked at Sun Wenxi eagerly.

Sun Wenxi didn't move, he said to the boy, "You go out first."

Xia Jingsheng was wearing a purple and white gown today, with his usual youthful hair combed.

He hadn't finished combing yet, but Sun Wenxi snatched the comb.

"Hey, you..." Xia Jingsheng wanted to get the comb, but was blocked by Sun Wenxi.

"You should comb your hair like this! How can you comb your hair for a long time without me?" Sun Wenxi combed Xia Jingsheng's hair involuntarily.

Xia Jingsheng was forced to sit on the stool by him, so he could only watch.

Fortunately, Sun Wenxi's aesthetics are very good, and the hairstyle he combed out really suits Xia Jingsheng.

After combing her hair, Sun Wenxi coughed lightly: "Let's go, Dad is waiting for us."

The two went downstairs, and Sun Qiman was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper, looking at Xia Jingsheng with loving eyes.

"Why don't you sleep more? Are you tired?" Sun Qiman smiled and put pastries in Xia Jingsheng's bowl, "Try this red date and longan cake, it nourishes blood."

"Thank you, Dad." Xia Jingsheng just took a bite, and Sun Qiman gave him another bite to eat.

After a while, his bowl was piled up like a hill. Xia Jingsheng shot Sun Wenxi a begging look, and Sun Wenxi glanced at him, deliberately ignoring him.

Xia Jingsheng couldn't eat anymore, so Sun Wenxi said, "Dad, don't be too busy."

"You also said that your own people don't understand pain." Sun Qiman tapped his chopsticks, and Xia Jingsheng almost choked on the porridge.

Sun Wenxi didn't answer, put down his chopsticks and said, "Dad, I'm full. This is Jingsheng's own home. You've made Jingsheng look outside of you like this."

As soon as he picked up his briefcase, Sun Qiman stopped him: "What are you doing?"

"Go back to the bank to deal with some things." Sun Wenxi said, letting the maid straighten his collar for him.

"On the first day of the wedding, there is no reason to go to work. You stay at home and you are not allowed to go anywhere." Sun Qiman frowned.

"Dad, the bank is really busy, and I even made an appointment to talk about it." Sun Wenxi glanced at his watch, "Jing Sheng, I'm leaving first."

"You!..." Sun Qiman stared at Sun Wenxi's leaving back, and subconsciously glanced at Xia Jingsheng.

The latter was slowly spooning the porridge in the bowl, with a natural expression on his handsome face.

"Jing Sheng... look at this..." Sun Qiman frowned.

"Dad, it's okay, work is important." Xia Jingsheng put down his spoon, "I'm done eating too."

On the first day of living in Sun's house, Xia Jingsheng was completely unfamiliar with Sun's mansion.

He returned to his room and sat for a while, spread out the paper and practiced calligraphy for a while, wanted to drink tea but found that the water was already cold.

"Yuanbao." He called out, "Build me a pot of tea."

No one answered the door.

"Yuan Bao." Xia Jingsheng called out again, and after a while, the boy named Yuan Bao came in lazily.

Xia Jingsheng glanced at him, "Build me a pot of tea."

Yuan Bao reluctantly took the pot, and it took him a long time to make the tea.

Xia Jingsheng took a sip, frowned and said, "This is not new tea, I brought some new tea from Xia's house, you go and make some."

Yuan Bao actually rolled his eyes at Xia Jingsheng: "Everything is in the warehouse."

"Then let's look for it." Xia Jingsheng looked at Yuanbao.

"Hey, I still have a lot of things on hand, let him find them." Yuan Bao glanced at A Bao.

Ah Bao was already upset at Yuan Bao's negligent attitude, but now he became even more angry, and grabbed Yuan Bao by the collar, and said with a gloomy face, "What did you say?! Say it again?"

Ah Bao was usually taciturn, following Xia Jingsheng's side, he had no sense of presence.

Yuan Bao didn't know that he looked so terrifying, now that he grabbed his collar and faced the hideous scar and fierce expression on his face, his legs went limp in fright.

"I'll go...I'll go right away!" Yuan Bao scrambled out of the door and calmed down after walking a long way.

He spat at the new house: "Isn't it just that you are not favored, what is the air?"

Since Sun Wenxi didn't want to comb Xia Jingsheng's hair this morning, Yuan Bao understood that Young Master Sun didn't like this Young Master Xia at all.

This person is very troublesome, waiting on the side and grinding ink, and making tea, there are many demands.

Yuan Bao didn't know much about tea, so after struggling for a long time with clumsy hands, he managed to brew a pot, sent it to Xia Jingsheng's room, and loudly said on purpose, "The tea is ready!"

Xia Jingsheng was writing, when he heard this, he nodded and said, "Let's put it there."

Yuan Bao put the teapot heavily on the table, turned around and went out.

Xia Jingsheng didn't get distracted at all, he concentrated on writing a line, and then said to Ah Bao, "Do you have a guest to make an appointment for today?"

A Bao shook his head and said, "Today, most of them are posts congratulating the young master on his wedding, and there is also a post sent by Mu Tongshe."

"Mu Tongshe? Let me have a look." Xia Jingsheng asked curiously.

Mu Tongshe's post is very elegant, with an ink painting in the background.

"The brushwork is exquisite, and the person who wants to write this greeting post is proficient in this way." Xia Jingsheng read the content of the post with a smile.

It turned out that the Mu Tong Club was initiated by the Jiangcheng Art School, and the members of the club were all fond of Long Yang. The president, Zhao Siheng, wanted to invite Xia Jingsheng to attend the activities of the Mu Tong Club.

"It's interesting." Xia Jingsheng said with a smile, "Go ahead."

Abao wrote it down as he said.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Yuan Bao said from outside, "Master, Miss Mo Hong is looking for you."

"Let her in." Xia Jingsheng said.

As soon as Mo Hong entered, he knelt down towards Xia Jingsheng.

She had already put on the maid's clean clothes, but her face still looked very haggard.

"What are you doing, get up!" Xia Jingsheng quickly helped him up.

Mo Hong held Xia Jingsheng's hand tightly: "Mr. Xia, please, help me!"

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Xia Jingsheng helped her to the chair beside him, and said in a gentle voice.

Mo Hong calmed down and told Xia Jingsheng what happened that day.

The scene of Chen Qiang being swallowed by a hundred ghosts took root in her mind. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could think of was that tragic scene.

After Mo Hong escaped from the Lido Ballroom, Song Hui and Taoist Xianyun chased and killed her.

She didn't have any money on her body, so she couldn't stay in the hotel, so she had to change out of the expensive cheongsam, and wandered among the beggars, living a dark period of time.

"To this day, I still can't figure it out. Taoist Xianyun clearly said that as long as he took off the wind chime, he could send the invited souls back. Why would I attract hundreds of ghosts when I took off the wind chime?"

Xia Jingsheng said solemnly, "You still have the wind chime with you."

Mo Hong nodded, and took out the wind chime that she had been wearing close to her body from her bosom.

Xia Jingsheng only glanced at the wind chime, and his expression changed immediately.