Chapter 86 - 85 We Can Make a Bet

Chapter 86: Chapter 85 We Can Make a Bet ... The night had deepened, and Ma Boyao stood in front of the hospital room’s glass window, his expression as dark as the night sky. His subordinates had reported again: after Han Ruobing took Yan Xiaobao and Ye Shanshan away, the three of them soon returned to the hotel room together and hadn’t come out ever since... "Son of a b*tch! F**k your mother, you d**n dog!" Ma Boyao cursed incessantly. The original plan had been to call the authorities, letting Han Ruobing ruin Yan Xiaobao’s amorous escapade. But the result? Even Han Ruobing had fallen into the mix, and instead, Yan Xiaobao ended up "double the joy!"... This nearly made Ma Boyao’s lungs explode with fury! ƒreewebɳovel.com "You little b*stard! Just you wait—once I recover, you’re dead meat!" ... The next morning, Han Ruobing woke up to find herself in a sideways "Z" sleeping position. Yan Xiaobao was also curled up in a "Z" position sticking closely to her, while Ye Shanshan was another "Z" stuck to Yan Xiaobao, altogether in an extremely suggestive configuration. Fortunately, Han Ruobing found her clothes intact, and her key areas appeared to have escaped any assault, so she didn’t lose her temper. Moreover, just like the last time, she had slept exceptionally well; her whole body felt rejuvenated, her spirit lively, and her mood considerably uplifted. "I’m off to report to the Patrol Office. Don’t follow me, or I’ll flip out!" Han Ruobing warned Yan Xiaobao, then pulled Ye Shanshan out of bed to take her to school. Left alone once again, Yan Xiaobao felt a bit annoyed. Just as he was about to head back to Dexi Hall to find Xia Rou, his phone rang. Having experienced streaks of misfortune recently and feeling increasingly anxious, Tang Wenjun didn’t want to linger in Shanghai any longer. After briefly visiting a friend, he rushed back overnight and hurried to ask Yan Xiaobao to come check the Fengshui of his house. Only after Tang Wenjun repeatedly assured him that there would "absolutely be a stunning beauty" did Yan Xiaobao agree to visit his home for the Fengshui consultation. Tang Wenjun arrived at Lijing Hotel in a silver Mercedes-Benz GLE-Class to pick up Yan Xiaobao. As they drove, Tang Wenjun took a detour and stopped at the entrance of Pedestrian Street. "Come on, I’ll take you to meet the beauty first. Don’t want you doubting me the whole time." Upon hearing there would be a beauty, Yan Xiaobao naturally had no objections. If the woman didn’t meet his standards, he’d simply leave without bothering to help Tang Wenjun with the Fengshui. Midway through Pedestrian Street, there was a small alley cutting across it. Though narrow, the alley was lined with shops on both sides, bustling with life, nearly as lively as the adjacent main street. Even this early, the crowds were impressive. "This is Binhai’s famous Antique Street. It’s packed with specialty shops. The beauty I mentioned runs a Fengshui shop here," Tang Wenjun explained, leading Yan Xiaobao toward a shop at the corner. Yan Xiaobao glanced up at the shop’s golden plaque above the door. "Heavenly Water Pavilion"—three bold, dazzling characters glowed with gold, dragon-like strokes and phoenix-like grace, exuding undeniable majesty, likely crafted by a renowned artist. While Tang Wenjun couldn’t feel anything special, Yan Xiaobao could immediately tell there was something extraordinary about this shop, harboring a hidden mystery. Pushing open the door to Heavenly Water Pavilion triggered the crisp sound of a bell, followed by a serene, melodious female voice from inside, "Come in." Soon, in the sunlight streaming through the windows, a delicate and enchanting Jiangnan woman emerged gracefully, parting the curtain lightly. Dressed in a floral cheongsam, her fair, flawless skin radiated elegance. Her measured smile and unhurried, small steps gave off an overwhelming sense of beauty and charm. The cheongsam, a demanding garment, was a true luxury. It didn’t flatter wealth nor cater to talent. It magnified the flaws of the dry and bony, the obese, and the unkempt yet glorified the beauty, grace, and refinement of those who possessed charm and sophistication. Invented by the goddess of beauty, the cheongsam rewarded only the truly exquisite. The woman before Yan Xiaobao was clearly one of the few who deserved to wear a cheongsam. On her, its beauty shone brightly, showcasing her charm to perfection, while the garment itself was elevated by her presence. Seeing the admiration in Yan Xiaobao’s eyes, Tang Wenjun knew his plan was set. With a smile, he stepped forward to introduce them, "This is the female manager of Heavenly Water Pavilion, and the Fengshui Master I mentioned—Dong Yuqing. Mr. Dong. And this here is Yan Xiaobao, Brother Bao." The use of "Mr." to address Dong Yuqing stemmed from the traditional Yanhuang Nation’s culture, indicative of respect and reverence, denoting mastery rather than modern Western usage. "Young Master Tang, you flatter me. I’ve merely inherited a trace of my family’s ancestral practices—hardly worthy of being called a master." Dong Yuqing chuckled modestly. "Your skill is indeed lacking; otherwise, he wouldn’t still be suffering from bad luck." Yan Xiaobao’s first remark was anything but polite. Tang Wenjun’s face froze in embarrassment, internally groaning: Dude, aren’t you trying to woo her? Why insult her right off the bat? Dong Yuqing’s expression tightened momentarily, though not neglecting politeness as she asked Tang Wenjun for clarification. She invited them to sit, offering small bamboo chairs set around a compact tea table adorned with exquisite white porcelain tea sets beneath. While preparing tea, Dong Yuqing listened to Tang Wenjun recount how he narrowly escaped a flying bottle last night and the series of misfortunes following his move into the new villa. "Hmm." Dong Yuqing handed tea to both men and nodded slightly. "One’s fortune aligns with their birth chart, annual luck cycle, and even celestial constellations. Young Master Tang’s predicament might not necessarily stem from Fengshui issues." "If I say it’s Fengshui, then it’s Fengshui," Yan Xiaobao asserted bluntly. "If you don’t believe me, we can make a bet." Dong Yuqing, mildly provoked, asked, "And how should we bet?" "Simple." Yan Xiaobao grinned, flashing a row of white teeth. "We’ll visit his house together. If your Fengshui Formation checks out, I’ll let you decide my fate." "And if it turns out the Fengshui Formation is problematic?" Dong Yuqing frowned slightly. "Then you’ll marry me." "Pfft..." Fortunately, Tang Wenjun turned his head quickly, or else a mouthful of hot tea would’ve drenched Dong Yuqing. "Young Master Tang, your friend..." Dong Yuqing’s face darkened with anger. "I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Dong. Brother Bao is a unique character—straightforward and impulsive but doesn’t mean any harm. Please don’t mind him." Tang Wenjun, with an exasperated sigh, thought to himself: Is this how Yan Xiaobao ropes in all his women? ... [Today is Queen’s Day! How about slipping into a cheongsam, ladies?] ...