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Wan Jiansi sat on the sofa.

Hearing footsteps, Wan Jiansi raised his eyes and first looked past Su Xinghe, then paused on Wen Qi.

He withdrew his gaze, his tone calm and steady: "Xinghe, what brings Miss Wen to the old house?"

"Uncle, I told you on the phone yesterday that Grandpa's illness isn't ordinary; he's been possessed by something unclean," Su Xinghe said truthfully.

Wan Jiansi frowned slightly: "Xinghe, your reasoning is too unscientific."

Su Xinghe was speechless, looking frustrated.

"Uncle, there are some things that science simply can't explain. I've found an expert to take a look!"

Wan Jiansi asked in confusion, "A master?"

Su Xinghe highly recommended Wen Qi.

Wan Jiansi's gaze fell back on Wen Qi, his scrutiny deepening.

Wen Qi let him look her over, smiling without saying a word.

She looks incredibly gentle and refined.

He had already cursed the two of them to the core.

Her time is very precious. She's very busy!

Even the smallest thing takes forever to figure out.

Why bother treating the old man? He might as well just die!

Wan Jiansi chuckled lightly, a hint of teasing in his voice barely perceptible: "Xinghe, are you joking with your uncle?"

Seeing his uncle's suspicious look, Su Xinghe explained, "Uncle, don't judge a book by its cover. Miss Wen may be beautiful, but she's incredibly capable."

"..."

Damn, they're still dragging their feet.

Wan Jiansi suppressed his smile and looked at Wen Qi: "Miss Wen, do you truly understand metaphysics?"

"I'll go to your...house..." Wen Qi swallowed the profanity, "to have a cup of tea!"

Wan Jiansi: "..."

Su Xinghe chuckled and said, "...Uncle, all great people have a little personality."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the reception room became somewhat awkward.

Wan Jiansi remained silent for a moment, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two men, weighing his options carefully—

Well, let's try anything, even if it's a long shot.

"Since Xinghe recommends it so highly, then I'll trouble Miss Wen to give it a try."

Su Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked him, "Thank you, Uncle."

Wan Jiansi got up and led the two away from the reception room.

After passing through the corridor, the group went up the stairs to the third floor.

The warm lighting elongated the shadows of the three people.

As Wen Qi walked, she paid attention to her surroundings, memorizing the layout of the courtyard, the direction of the corridor, the paintings on the walls, and the decorations in the corners.

The old man's bedroom door.

A middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup and luxurious clothes walked towards us.

Upon seeing Wan Jiansi, the woman immediately beamed with a smile and hurried forward, saying, "Ah Si, you're finally back! I was just about to call you."

Wan Jiansi, however, kept a cold face and an indifferent expression.

The woman wasn't annoyed by his coldness. She turned to Su Xinghe, her smile unchanged, and said, "Xinghe, you're back. Have you had dinner?"

Su Xinghe twitched the corners of his mouth, his expression a forced, insincere smile.

"Ah Si, I just heard Manyun say that Grandpa Xinghe is being haunted by some kind of ghost or monster. What's going on?"

"I've lived for over forty years and have never heard of such a bizarre thing. Xinghe is so young, I hope he hasn't been deceived by outsiders." The woman looked worried.

Su Xinghe still wore that forced smile: "Just because you haven't seen something doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Ms. Wang, it's always good to accumulate good karma while you're alive, lest misfortune strike from the sky one day and you're targeted by something filthy, leaving you with nowhere to turn for help.

Wang Zhu's face instantly darkened; this was the form of address she dreaded most—

Wan Jiansi glanced at Wang Zhu, his thin lips parted slightly, showing no mercy: "Madam Wang, Xinghe is the eldest grandson of the Su family. He has more say in Su family matters than you do."

These words were like a slap in the face to Wang Zhu.