Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

The teahouse is located in the suburbs.

I heard that this entire area has been acquired and is being developed into a recreational and leisure destination.

The biggest highlight is that there is a clubhouse and a VIP teahouse here.

It takes more than an hour to get here from the shopping mall.

Cheng Xihe stopped the car.

Not far away, Bai Ce, wearing a mask and casual clothes, stood at the door looking around.

He had been waiting for quite a while.

"Beep beep!"

Cheng Xihe honked the horn, put on a mask, and got out of the car.

"Boss, you're finally here."

Bai Ce went up to him and said, "Yan Mingchuan has arrived and is waiting for you inside with several people."

"Oh?"

Cheng Xihe glanced to the side and saw a Rolls-Royce covered in diamonds. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Isn't it supposed to be packed?"

"The teahouse is not open to the public today, it's just us and them, and that car belongs to Yan Mingchuan."

When Bai Ce saw that she had looked at Yan Mingchuan's car, he quickly offered an explanation.

"He booked the entire teahouse?"

Cheng Xihe learned that the owner of this teahouse had powerful connections and strict rules and regulations.

It's very difficult to book an entire venue.

"Alright, let's go in and have a look at them."

Cheng Xihe pulled a black hat from the car and put it on. "Is this okay? Can you tell what I look like?"

"Boss, you're all bundled up like that, even a ghost wouldn't recognize you!"

Bai Ce couldn't help but say helplessly, "Why don't you change your mask? It's very hot like this, in the middle of summer, you'll get heat rash."

Summers in City A are just as bad as in City Z, with temperatures reaching nearly 40 degrees Celsius.

"It's alright, not too hot."

Cheng Xihe pulled down his hat brim: "Wearing a face mask is not much different from wearing a mask and a hat."

"The masks aren't that thick when you put them all together," Bai Ce said with a grin, looking at Cheng Xihe's attire.

Bai Ce glanced at her.

The young lady flashed a standard smile: "So you are Mr. Yan's distinguished guests. Excuse me, this way please."

This teahouse is very large.

A young woman dressed in Hanfu walked forward, leading them through a moon gate.

Boze slowed his pace and looked around.

Behind the Moon Cave are tea rooms numbered 1-10.

The buildings here are all modeled after those of the Song Dynasty, and you can clearly see the beam and frame structure. The interlocking mortise and tenon joints seem to take you back to that time.

"Our tea rooms are spaced far apart so that everyone can relax and be undisturbed."

As you walk along, you can see a landscape painting every so often, with a beautiful antique vase next to it.

Looking down, the ground was paved with grayish-blue square bricks, and the gaps between them were not spotless.

Instead, you can see some fuzzy moss and small grasses.

"We clean the road surface regularly every day to ensure that there is no moss growing on the road surface, so that people can slip and fall."

However, there might be some small pieces of moss and greenery in the gaps, but it won't be a big problem.

After all, the gray floor tiles surrounded by green plants look quite interesting.

Passing by an arched bridge, Bai Ce couldn't help but exclaim, "This teahouse is quite large, with few rooms, but the decor is very nice."

"They put in some effort."

Cheng Xihe had been thinking about this as he walked.

This teahouse isn't something that just piles up elements; everything is arranged logically, except...

Bai Ce whispered, "Boss, look at the details."

The painting on display was framed in glass, and it looked like an original.

Even the vase was an antique, not a replica.

Every detail was meticulously researched; it must have cost a lot of money.

"Please wait here for a moment, I'll go find Young Master Yan."

A young lady dressed in Hanfu led them to the courtyard to rest, and someone immediately brought them tea.

"Got it!"

Why are you so startled?

Bai Ce's sudden voice startled Cheng Xihe.

"Boss."

Leaning closer, Bai Ce whispered, "I think this place is quite nice. Why don't we get one too?"

"Our area is only suitable for agritourism."

Without resources, status, and capital, such a teahouse is a money-losing business.

They even have a VIP system.

It would be more profitable to open a mahjong parlor and offer tea.

The budding interest that Bai Ce had just started to have was extinguished by Cheng Xihe's casual remark.

"A farm stay would also be fine!"

After all, these buildings were very expensive to build, and he had seen every single one of the calligraphy, paintings, and antiques.

It's all true!

This antique alone is worth tens of millions, and there have been dozens of them along the way, each unique. That must be worth a fortune.

Cheng Xihe chuckled.

A young woman dressed in Hanfu hurriedly came out from inside: "This way, please, gentlemen."

He led them to Tea Room 101, where a young woman opened the door for them: "Young Master Yan, the person has been brought."

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan's cold voice came through.

The two went inside.

Cheng Xihe spotted Yan Mingchuan in the wheelchair at a glance.

This person is even more handsome than in the photos.

Su Jin looked over.

A man and a woman came in; they both looked quite young.

Could this person be the Ghost Hand I'm looking for?

Closing the door, Su Jin posed the crucial question: "Which of you two is Ghost Hand?"

"I."

Cheng Xihe took two steps forward.

Yan Mingchuan, in his wheelchair, looked up.

The person who came was completely covered up, so you couldn't tell what she looked like at all. You could only tell from her voice that she was a very young woman.

"A woman?"

Su Jin pondered, "Your voice doesn't sound very loud. Is it really the Ghost Hand, or are the Spider Web people playing tricks on us?"

Cheng Xihe glanced at him indifferently.

Su Jin, who had been sitting, stood up and subtly shielded Yan Mingchuan behind her.

"What do you want to do?"

Su Jin looked at Cheng Xihe warily.

Walking up to the man, Cheng Xihe scoffed, "Didn't you ask me to treat him?"

As Cheng Xihe approached Yan Mingchuan, a medicinal smell wafted over. She raised an eyebrow and carefully examined the person sitting there.

Up close, Yan Mingchuan is a hundred times more handsome than in the photos.

The man wasn't wearing glasses; his eyes were sharp and aloof.

He was wearing a black shirt, buttoned all the way up, like a noble young master.

Cheng Xihe secretly marveled: If he wore glasses, he would be an earthy beauty!

"Ghost hands?"

Yan Mingchuan tilted his head slightly, his voice clear.

Even when sitting, he didn't seem to be any shorter than Cheng Xihe.

This stems from his own confidence.

This person is extremely cunning...