Chapter 6: Humiliated by the Ye Family

Ye Mengyao still did not trust Li Chengfeng. The news about her father’s illness had circulated online, so he likely learned of it from the internet.

“Even if you guessed my father is sick, what does that prove?”

“Many people in Qingzhou know about my father’s condition.”

Li Chengfeng smiled faintly. This woman was quite wary. Since he had chosen the path of yin-yang divination and feng shui, if he couldn’t earn her trust, there would be no point in reopening the Suiran Hall.

As the saying goes, all beginnings are hard. Being so young and unknown, it was only natural to be doubted.

Once he gained fame, like his grandfather whose reputation was widespread, no one would question him even if he were young.

To secure his first client, Li Chengfeng put on a serious expression and said, “If I’m not mistaken, your mother passed away unexpectedly when you were thirteen.”

“When you were sixteen, you faced a calamity of romantic entanglement and were...”

“Enough, don’t say anymore.”

Before Li Chengfeng could finish, Ye Mengyao interrupted him.

The events that happened when she was sixteen were a nightmare—she had been kidnapped and nearly violated. Aside from her family, no one knew about it. How could he possibly know?

Her complex gaze fixed on Li Chengfeng as she asked in a puzzled tone, “Can you really cure my father’s eyes?”

“If I can’t, you don’t pay.”

“If I can, at least two thousand yuan.”

Li Chengfeng wiggled two fingers.

Ye Mengyao furrowed her brow. Two thousand yuan to cure her father’s illness? Was he joking?

In the past two years, they had spent tens of millions trying to treat her father’s eyes without success. Could he really do it for just two thousand?

Though skeptical, she remembered that Li Tiancheng was his grandfather and said solemnly, “If you can cure my father, I’ll give you one hundred thousand.”

“If you can’t, you’ll take me to meet your grandfather.”

“Alright!”

Li Chengfeng suppressed his excitement. He had thought two thousand was a lot, but she offered one hundred thousand at once—he almost regretted asking for less.

In truth, he wasn’t entirely confident. The exact cause of her father’s condition could only be determined by examination.

Sometimes, one had to take a gamble. If he failed, his grandfather would step in. If successful, he would earn a hefty sum.

For a recent college graduate like Li Chengfeng, one hundred thousand yuan was a staggering amount; he had never seen so much money before.

After they reached an agreement, Ye Mengyao drove Li Chengfeng to her home.

Since she felt no sympathy for him, her expression remained cold and distant, not uttering a word during the ride.

Li Chengfeng, on the other hand, appeared indifferent, playing with his phone in the car.

Soon, they arrived at the Ye family villa. As he stepped out, Li Chengfeng was stunned by the sight before him: a five-story detached villa in European style, grand and imposing.

The villa was surrounded by lush greenery, the environment exquisite. He thought to himself how well the wealthy enjoyed life, resolving to buy land and build a grand villa of his own once he had money.

On Ye Mengyao’s face was a look of disdain, silently mocking him as a country bumpkin with no worldly experience.

“Mr. Li, please come in.”

Her eyes were filled with contempt, and her voice was cold as she said this casually, then led the way into the villa.

Li Chengfeng smiled faintly. Being ignored and looked down upon was unpleasant, and he felt like turning back.

He sighed helplessly, blaming his lack of fame for the cold treatment. Once he gained renown, she would be out of his reach.

He followed Ye Mengyao into the villa, which was even more splendidly decorated inside.

Without looking back, Ye Mengyao’s cold voice ordered, “Change into slippers. Don’t dirty my floors.”

“Alright.”

A wave of humiliation welled up inside Li Chengfeng, but he chose to endure it—not just for the money, but out of curiosity. He wanted to see what was truly wrong with Ye Mengyao’s father’s eyes.

Just as he changed his slippers, a voice came from the room.

“Mengyao, why did you bring a beggar home?”

Ye Wushuang, Ye Mengyao’s aunt, descended the stairs.

“Auntie, he’s a feng shui master. I brought him here to look at Dad’s eyes.”

Li Chengfeng looked embarrassed. Though his clothes were all from street stalls, they were clean. Did the wealthy really see street clothes as a sign of a beggar?

What stung more was that Ye Mengyao said “brought” rather than “invited.”

Li Chengfeng smiled faintly. After enduring so much, he was met with scorn. Perhaps it was better not to take this job. He prepared to put his shoes back on and leave.

At that moment, Ye Wushuang had already descended the stairs, her voice dripping with sarcasm once more.

“You’re so young and don’t study properly, yet you learn to deceive.”

“Someone like you probably doesn’t even know what feng shui is and dares to pretend to be a master here.”

Suppressing his anger, Li Chengfeng changed his shoes and turned to Ye Mengyao, his voice equally cold as frost.

“Miss Ye, since your family doesn’t welcome me, I think it’s best I leave.”

“Goodbye.”

Ye Mengyao made no effort to stop him, as she never truly believed Li Chengfeng could cure her father.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice called out sternly, “Stop right there. Do you think the Ye family is a place you can come and go as you please?”