Chapter 37: Uncle, I’ve Got a Big Surprise for You
Hearing this, Qin Mochen seemed to think of something and grew slightly distracted.
“Oh right, Fourth Uncle, look at this!”
Qin Junchi hurriedly grabbed the flashy red pants he had changed out of and shook a pile of ashes from the pocket.
“Fourth Uncle, look—this used to be the protective charm that little girl gave me. After my car accident, it actually turned into a pinch of ash!
It’s uncanny—really too uncanny. If I told the old master about this, he’d definitely scold me till I was drenched in blood, saying I was superstitious.”
“Fourth Uncle, why aren’t you reacting? I got goosebumps all over when I saw it. I really think I’ve met a true expert—that little girl is a hidden master!”
Qin Mochen’s expression was calm. “What reaction should I have? Get all jumpy like you and start hopping around?”
Qin Junchi choked.
“Well, um, Fourth Uncle… you didn’t scold me. Does that mean you believe it too?”
“Does it matter to you whether others believe it?” Qin Mochen glanced at him, then lowered his head to look at his phone. “It’s getting late. I’m leaving.”
“Hey, don’t go yet, Fourth Uncle—stay and keep me company for a bit!”
Qin Mochen got up without another word and walked straight out.
“Fourth Uncle! Fourth Uncle!” Qin Junchi hurriedly called after him. “Did you do anything to that expert or not? I want to visit her. Fourth Uncle, do you know where she lives—”
Bang!
The door slammed shut, cutting off all of Qin Junchi’s questions.
After wailing once, Qin Junchi fell straight back onto the bed.
Judging by Fourth Uncle’s personality, there was a ninety-nine percent chance he hadn’t touched that little girl at all. Back then, he hadn’t really intended for Fourth Uncle to “break his fast”; he just wanted to prank this ascetic Fourth Uncle who didn’t seem like a man at all.
If he were serious, he’d at least have to drug Fourth Uncle first.
Of course, before drugging him, he’d need to find a scapegoat—otherwise Fourth Uncle would beat him to death.
The real problem now was: where could he find that expert?
What Qin Junchi didn’t know was that the expert he’d been obsessing over—Su Keke—was already living in his Fourth Uncle’s villa. The two of them were already under the same roof.
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After working all afternoon, Su Keke collapsed onto a soft rug, arms and legs spread naturally into a starfish shape.
Wu Zongbo, on the other hand, sat primly on the sofa, surveying the surroundings.
“Miss Su, you know, after all this tidying up, the living room feels much brighter than before. It’s no longer so lifeless—it’s really comfortable to look at.”
Receiving praise, Su Keke grinned. “When Master helps someone with feng shui, it starts at fifty thousand at the very least. That money isn’t taken for nothing. Once the feng shui of a house is right, a person’s overall spirit changes too.
But Uncle’s villa only had some minor, harmless issues—even if nothing were moved, it would’ve been fine. In some homes, if you’re not careful, you can actually draw in baleful energy, and then it really takes some effort to fix.”
Thinking of the little cutie’s master, Wu Zongbo couldn’t help but feel some sympathy.
“Miss Su, if your master is destined to live a life of poverty, then why does he still help people read feng shui? Wouldn’t it be better not to do it at all?”
Still sprawled out like a starfish, Su Keke stared at the ceiling and furrowed her little brow in confusion.
“I asked Master that once too, but what he said was too profound—I forgot it after hearing it.
Actually, Master has earned a lot of money over the years; he just can’t spend it on himself. The moment he does, something always goes wrong.”
Wu Zongbo: Having money but not being able to spend it… that’s really heartbreaking.
Su Keke laughed. “When I was little, Master wanted to spend money on me, but I didn’t want that. If I wore good clothes, ate well, and used nice things while Master could only watch from the side, how miserable would he feel? So I told Master: however he lives, I’ll live the same way. If he’s an old poor man for life, I’ll be a little poor girl for life.”
Wu Zongbo couldn’t help but smile like a doting father.
Such a lovable, sensible little girl.
He’d originally thought Fourth Master’s decision was rash and hard to understand. Now, he suddenly understood it a little.
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“Assistant Wu, Uncle seems to be back!”
Su Keke suddenly exclaimed. With a roll of her little body, she sprang up from the rug and ran outside in her bunny slippers.
Wu Zongbo hadn’t expected her hearing to be so sharp. It was only after she said it that he heard the sound of a car.
“Assistant Wu, isn’t Uncle’s car already at home? Why did he drive another one back?” Su Keke pointed at a black sedan that had just entered the yard.
Wu Zongbo smiled and explained, “The one that went to pick you up was an off-road vehicle taken specially from the garage—we rarely drive it. This sedan is what Fourth Master usually drives. One at the company, one at home—that’s not many. Fourth Master isn’t extravagant. As long as something is useful, that’s enough.”
Unlike Qin’s eldest young master, who was obsessed with cars and had several garages just for them—he’d been scolded plenty for that.
Of course, Wu Zongbo wouldn’t say such things aloud. His professional ethics didn’t allow gossiping behind others’ backs.
Qin Mochen drove into the garage. Just as he came out, the little girl came pattering toward him.
“Uncle!” Su Keke beamed, her dimples seeming filled with wine—intoxicating.
“Uncle, I’ve prepared a big surprise for you!”
Qin Mochen recalled the few messages she’d sent earlier and already understood, but he still asked, “Oh? What surprise?”
“Uncle, come look! I’ve decorated the house so beautifully!”
Su Keke took hold of Qin Mochen’s large hand, gripping just a few of his fingers, and eagerly pulled him inside.
The door opened. The little girl happily spread her arms.
“Ta-da! Uncle, look!”
The moment Qin Mochen’s gaze swept over the room, the faint smile on his face froze instantly.
The furniture had originally been mainly solid wood—wooden floors, a dark and steady overall color scheme. But now…
Those dark-toned furnishings—
The rosewood chairs had gained… pink cartoon bunny seat cushions;
The black leather sofa now had five or six lopsided… pink cartoon bunny pillows;
The formerly dark-red plain curtains had become… light pink gauze curtains printed with bunnies nibbling carrots;
On the balcony lay an oval handmade rug, patterned with… fluffy white rabbits.
And these were only the things Qin Mochen could see at first glance.
Yet Su Keke, still smiling, tugged him further inside while explaining as she walked.
“Uncle, look—at a forty-five-degree angle from the entrance is the wealth position. I put a big money tree there; I guarantee you’ll make a fortune every day from now on!
Hehe, and the curtains—the old color was too dark. As they say, ‘bright living room, dark bedrooms.’ The living room has to be bright and open, so I changed them to this. I also adjusted the positions of the sofa and coffee table a bit and added some brightly colored pillows and seat cushions. Uncle, don’t you think it looks instantly brighter?”
Her sparkling eyes fixed on Qin Mochen. “Uncle, do you like it? Assistant Wu and I worked all afternoon—I’m exhausted.”
As she spoke, the little girl even pounded her own waist and neck.
With such an adorably praise-seeking expression, it was impossible to say no.
Qin Mochen’s taut, handsome face slowly relaxed as it met that cute little face.
“…You’ve worked hard.”
Qin Mochen patted the little girl’s head.
