Chapter 19: I Am Simply a Feng Shui Master

After Li Chengfeng saw them off, he suddenly noticed a familiar luxury car parked by the roadside across from him. He wondered who it belonged to. At that moment, Ye Mengyao opened the car door and stepped out.

Startled, Li Chengfeng blurted out a curse. “Damn it, why is this woman here again?”

He hurriedly ran back to the Suirentang, then shut the door firmly behind him. Ye Mengyao, angered by Li Chengfeng’s behavior, kicked the door twice and yelled furiously, “Li Chengfeng, you big jerk! I’m not a plague god, so why are you avoiding me? Open the door right now!”

Li Chengfeng pressed his body against the door, responding with irritation, “You’re not a plague god? You’re even scarier than one. I can’t get involved in the Ye family’s affairs. I’ll refund your 100,000 yuan later, so please stop coming after me. Okay?”

“No!” she replied defiantly.

“Miss Ye, I’m just a feng shui master, not some great hero. I want to live a few more years. Please, spare me.”

The two argued through the door for a long time. Ye Mengyao wanted Li Chengfeng to help move the locust tree growing atop a grave, but Li Chengfeng dared not get involved. He had no desire to wade into the Ye family’s messy troubles or their internal struggles. Without sufficient benefit, no one risks meddling in the Ye family’s affairs.

Timidity is human nature—few aspire to be heroes. Since ancient times, heroes have often met short fates. Few are willing to take on that burden unless absolutely necessary.

No matter how much Ye Mengyao pleaded, Li Chengfeng refused to open the door. No amount of money would change his mind.

Still bargaining with Li Chengfeng, Ye Mengyao failed to notice another luxury car parked nearby. Inside sat Ye Wuming, watching the scene outside Suirentang with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Frustrated, Ye Mengyao kicked the door twice more and shouted angrily, “Li Chengfeng, if you cure my father’s illness, I, Ye Mengyao, am willing to accept any condition you set—even if it means becoming your girlfriend. I wouldn’t refuse…”

Ye Mengyao was one of the top three most beautiful women in Qingzhou City, with countless men vying for her affection. Confident in her charms, she thought to ensnare Li Chengfeng with her beauty, but she had miscalculated. Li Chengfeng was immune to such tactics.

A disdainful voice came from inside Suirentang. “I’m a straight man through and through! I don’t care for women like you. Get lost—I don’t want to see you.”

Angry and stomping her feet, Ye Mengyao found herself powerless against Li Chengfeng. This man was impervious to flattery or pressure, utterly unmoved even by her beauty. For such a stunning woman to offer herself and be rejected made her seriously question his masculinity.

Left with no choice, Ye Mengyao turned and drove away, though she remained unwilling to give up—Li Chengfeng was the only hope to save her father and the Ye family.

Peering through the window, Li Chengfeng watched her car disappear and exhaled in relief. Still, he dared not open the door, fearing her sudden return.

Just as he prepared to pour himself a calming drink, the door of Suirentang was abruptly kicked open. Glass shattered everywhere, and the old door was left with a large hole.

Startled, Li Chengfeng whirled toward the door, expecting Ye Mengyao to have returned and ready to lash out. But it wasn’t her.

When he saw three men standing there, his right eyelid began to twitch involuntarily.

Ye Wuming stood at the entrance with two burly bodyguards, wearing a proud expression. His scornful gaze swept across Suirentang.

Seeing the damaged door and shattered glass, Li Chengfeng’s anger flared. He wanted to rush forward and beat the intruders senseless, but the sight of the two muscular guards gave him pause. If he acted rashly, he’d be the one getting beaten.

He consoled himself inwardly: it’s just a door and some broken glass. No big deal. A true man endures humiliation, knowing that revenge can wait. Patience! Patience! Patience!

Though his inner fury raged, his face bore a flattering smile as he hurried to the door. “Big brother, what a surprise! Please, come in.”

“I’ll get you some water,” he added with a forced chuckle.

Ye Wuming ignored Li Chengfeng’s hospitality, a playful smile tugging at his lips. There’s a saying: don’t strike a smiling man. But Ye Wuming felt differently. He waved his hand arrogantly and commanded, “Smash this lousy shop to pieces.”

Hearing this, Li Chengfeng panicked instantly. This man was ruthless—coming straight in with a show of force.

“Big brother, please have mercy. I rely on this little shop to make a living.”

“Get lost, or we’ll destroy you along with it.”

The two muscular bodyguards shoved Li Chengfeng aside and stormed into Suirentang, overturning the tea table carved from tree roots. Ten thick bundles of bright red banknotes spilled to the floor.

They kicked over the desk, scattering its contents everywhere.

The ancestral altar was also toppled—incense burners shattered, ashes drifting in disarray.

At the moment the altar fell, Li Chengfeng caught a glimpse of the portrait of the founder, Guo Pu. The expression seemed to shift from peaceful to angry. He rubbed his eyes and looked again—the founder’s face was calm as before.

Had he been mistaken?

One bodyguard stormed into the bedroom, smashing and kicking with a crash.

Watching the chaos unfold, Li Chengfeng’s anger peaked, yet his face remained adorned with a smile, revealing the depths of his composure.

In real life, those who endure humiliation without anger, smiling all the while, are the most formidable.

Ye Wuming, seeing Li Chengfeng’s smile, thought, “Is this guy an idiot? The shop’s being wrecked and he’s still grinning.” Little did he know, his own misfortune was about to begin.

You can offend anyone, but never provoke a master of Qi Men Dun Jia and feng shui—the consequences are beyond what you can bear.