"Your grandfather must have been particularly knowledgeable about feng shui. Look at the position he chose to build the villa, embraced by high mountains on both sides, forming a posture of worship. Between the mountains is precisely where the sun and moon rise, allowing the villa to absorb the purest essence of the sun and moon." "Look again at the planning layout of the woods, rivers, and vineyards. From above, doesn’t it resemble a soaring dragon?" He nodded in admiration, "By building the villa here, from a feng shui perspective, it’s bound to prosper smoothly with abundant fortunes and peaceful days." He then looked at the woman in his arms, "I heard that when your grandfather arrived in Licheng City, he spared no expense in buying this then barren garden. I guess he must have seen it as a treasure trove, what feng shui masters call a ’dragon vein’ location." Gu Jiayin listened intently. She didn’t know much about feng shui, but Sheng Qianchi was right; her grandfather indeed had a good knowledge of feng shui. She remembered that as a child, she often saw her grandfather with an Eight Diagrams Plate and thick books on feng shui, studying mysterious things. Suddenly, she felt an epiphany: if her grandfather treasured the Blood Tears Jade, he would certainly place it according to feng shui principles. Mo Qiyan had mentioned to her that the Blood Tears Jade, in the hearts of the Suri Royal Family, was a sacred object that ensured the family’s eternal prosperity. The Imperial Palace of the Li Royal Family itself is a grand feng shui array, with a history of over a thousand years, constantly being repaired and modified but never altering its layout. Before it was lost, the Blood Tears Jade was secretly enshrined in an ancient white tower in the palace’s backyard, which was the array’s center Sheng Qianchi mentioned. Thinking this way, how her grandfather could smoothly steal the Blood Tears Jade from the Suri Imperial Palace must have been because he cracked the feng shui layout of the palace and guessed the hiding place of the Blood Tears Jade. Both her grandfather and the Suri Royal Family deeply believed in feng shui, and they would surely hide their most important treasures at the center of the array to ensure the family’s prosperity. So, if the Blood Tears Jade hasn’t fallen into someone else’s hands, it must be hidden in the villa. But since the villa was designed by her grandfather himself, filled with great wisdom, even if the Blood Tears Jade is inside, she would need to expend some effort. Thinking of this, Gu Jiayin suddenly smiled with relief and couldn’t help but turn to Sheng Qianchi, "Sheng Qianchi, thank you." Sheng Qianchi raised his eyebrows with a puzzled smile, "Thank me for what?" Gu Jiayin then realized her abruptness, so she quickly came up with a seemingly reasonable excuse, "Thank you for letting me learn more about my grandfather." Sheng Qianchi particularly enjoyed the adoring gaze the woman had when she looked at him at this moment, so his smile spread from his eyes like light waves scattering in all directions, "I’ve said before, if you want to thank me, don’t say it out loud, just kiss me." Gu Jiayin rolled her eyes and decided not to pay attention to him, but suddenly her chin was pinched, her head turned a forty-five-degree angle, and the next second she was kissed firmly. This kiss was as tender as the moon hiding behind clouds, as captivating as a sinking fish or falling geese. After last night, Sheng Qianchi evidently had no clue what restraint meant anymore. The woman in his arms was his personal possession; he could kiss her as he wished. The rush of it was so forceful that Gu Jiayin had no room to resist or refuse. Get full chapters from novᴇlfire.net All she could do was surrender to being held in his arms until her cheeks turned crimson red and she was gasping for breath. It wasn’t until the woman in his arms seemed on the verge of suffocation that Sheng Qianchi reluctantly let her go, watching her gulp down breaths, her small face flushed like a flower. He couldn’t help but teasingly reprimand, "After kissing you so many times, you still can’t learn how to breathe. Such a fool." Feeling both angry and annoyed, Gu Jiayin was just about to retort when she was kissed again. This time, he patiently kissed her as if intent on teaching her how to breathe properly. The more he kissed, the more reckless he became. He picked her up and placed her on the sofa, his tall body following to cover hers. A few buttons were undone. Gu Jiayin felt like she was about to go insane. He had spent so long tormenting her last night, and now he wanted to mess around here? Wasn’t he afraid of exhausting his youthful vitality? She urgently grabbed his hand to dodge his fervent kisses, "Sheng Qianchi, aren’t you afraid of premature aging?" Sheng Qianchi laughed lowly, applied some force, and lightly bit her moist lower lip, "Who’s to blame for looking like an enchantress, luring me at every moment?" This domineering rogue of a man—if he said you were wrong, even breathing would be a sin. So, she didn’t argue with him and wisely shifted the topic. To placate him, she coquettishly played with his collar with her fingers, "How did you come to understand feng shui?" Sheng Qianchi also realized he shouldn’t act recklessly here, so he followed her topic to divert his attention, "Originally, I wasn’t very interested. But at the age of sixteen, after returning to the country, I lived in the Sheng Family’s villa every day, and with a strained relationship with my parents, I passed time by going to the family’s library to find books to read. There were many books on feng shui, and as I read, I got fascinated." Gu Jiayin listened quietly, "Is there someone in your family who loves feng shui studies?" Sheng Qianchi naturally nodded, "Yes, my mother loves studying feng shui." Upon mentioning Gu Shaohua, Sheng Qianchi suddenly paused and looked up at Gu Jiayin, observing every subtle change in her expression. She didn’t like his mother. And indeed, Gu Jiayin’s expression changed abruptly. No mistake, she really didn’t like Gu Shaohua. No, it wasn’t just dislike; it was extreme aversion. Gu Shaohua brought such heartbreak to her mother, Gu Qiyun, that it was a scar imprinted in her memory. Although Gu Shaohua was her grandfather’s adopted daughter, her grandfather truly treated her well, always regarding her as a biological daughter. Her grandfather had two special skills, one in winemaking and the other in feng shui. He taught the winemaking skill to her mother, Gu Qiyun, and passed on feng shui knowledge to Gu Shaohua. So, Gu Jiayin had no doubt that Gu Shaohua, who indeed had deep feng shui skills, her mother Gu Qiyun, inheriting her grandfather’s teaching, became a top wine taster, while Gu Shaohua too inherited his true teachings and could be considered a master of feng shui. Yet Gu Shaohua always had opinions about her grandfather, feeling that he didn’t treat everyone equally, believing he favored his biological daughter more, which was one reason for her eventual break with the Gu Family. Because she harbored resentment in her heart. The originally pleasant atmosphere quickly turned cold and awkward because Gu Shaohua was mentioned. Sheng Qianchi pulled Gu Jiayin up to sit on his lap, looking down at her, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned her." "It’s okay," Gu Jiayin said softly, lowering her eyes, "No matter what, she’s your mother. I can’t avoid it." Yes, she couldn’t avoid it unless Sheng Qianchi could sever his lineage. As long as he couldn’t sever the lineage, she had to face it, especially if she was choosing to stay with him forever. If she didn’t want to face that annoying person, she could only cut all ties with Sheng Qianchi.