I earned money with my own skills

Seeing Jian Ran's firm attitude, as though he could not be bothered to intervene, the crew member panicked, completely at a loss as to how to handle this.

Over their days filming at the Mountain Villa, Jian Ran had already become their mainstay. Whatever the "knotty problem," once he stepped in, it was sure to be resolved.

Never mind anything else.

Just hearing him beat that thing upstairs until it howled, who would not inwardly give him a thumbs-up and call him a badass?!

People subconsciously relied on the strong.

They were no exception, so when Ji Yuanming suddenly collapsed, bleeding from all seven orifices, Li Yuan shouted,

"Go get Jian Ran!"

Even though the production crew had a medic...

So the crew member worked up his courage and asked hesitantly, "Jian Ran, as long as you're his dad, you can help?"

"How about we have Ji Yuanming acknowledge you as his godfather once he wakes up?"

The fans in the Livestream Room: [...]

Jian Ran: "..."

Beside him, Lu Yanting laughed. "You really came up with that."

The crew member looked miserable. "Jian Ran, nothing can happen on this show. If it gets taken down and we can't get paid..."

"Where did he pass out?" Jian Ran suddenly stood up, his expression solemn and serious, his attitude doing a complete about-face. "Take me to see him, quick."

"At a critical moment like this, we need to pull together all the more to get through this difficult time."

The fans in the Livestream Room were a little bewildered.

[Why do I get the feeling Jian Ran only reluctantly agreed to go because he's afraid the show will fold and he won't get paid?]

[+1. Jian Ran has it rough. To make a living, he has to go against his wishes and become someone's dad.]

[As a casual viewer, neither a fan nor a hater, I honestly think Ji Yuanming is asking for trouble. Otherwise, why is it always him? Look at the original Guests, like Yang Ruoxi. She screamed plenty, but she never did anything out of line...]

[Now that you mention it, I think so too. Those three barely have any presence. Apart from Du Yunmeng constantly clamoring to buy Jian Ran's Talisman Paper, the others haven't done anything. They're like NPCs in a game, or observers, walking backdrops contributing nothing but a pair of eyes and a few screams.]

[Wait, did any of you listen closely to Jian Ran and Lu Yanting's conversation? He said... there's a mole in the Mountain Villa! Could it be...]

[Stop, stop, I'm scared. Now I'm thinking about the paper figures from that night again. Seventh Month Fifteenth is almost here. Will they show up again?!]

As the comments erupted in discussion, Jian Ran had already bounded up to the second floor. He was just about to charge up to the third when a chilly voice abruptly sounded beside his ear.

"Are you that short of money?"

Jian Ran paused and shot him a sidelong look. "What? Do poor people get looked down on these days too? I earn money with my own skills. You..."

Lu Yanting's gaze darkened. "Come to the Lu Family as a feng shui master. I guarantee you'll never have to worry for the rest of your life."

"The Lu Family?" Jian Ran narrowed his eyes, his long, slender fingers rapidly making calculations out of sight. One second later, he said, "Sorry, I'm not taking on office jobs for now. You'd better find another expert."

With that, he left Lu Yanting behind at lightning speed, as though he had greased his feet.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Jian Ran muttered inwardly.

The Lu Family?

What a joke.

Who would go somewhere where entering a wealthy family meant endless trouble?

Not for any amount of money.

Besides,

The Lu Family's birth chart clashes with mine. Getting involved with them definitely won't end well.

That includes Lu Yanting. I should stay far away from him too.

Don't ask why I didn't work that out before filming the variety show.

Mainly because this stuff changes in an instant. If some uncertain outside force suddenly intervenes, the direction can become completely different.

To put it simply,

The earlier divination showed good fortune, meaning I could make a little money off Lu Yanting.

But for some reason, when I calculated again just now, it abruptly changed, showing uncertain fortune.

Jian Ran would never take risks with anything he was not sure of, especially business that might cost him himself...

He silently calculated, not noticing at all that Lu Yanting stood where he was, his dark gaze growing increasingly sinister.

The latter's face was shrouded in shadow, concealing his emotions. Only his eyes shone startlingly bright in the dim surroundings.

Ji Yuanming had collapsed in his doorway, with a crowd clustered around him. Yu Fengyi stood behind the layers of people, his brows tightly furrowed and his expression ugly, his thoughts unknown.

Someone sharp-eyed spotted Jian Ran coming upstairs and immediately cried out in delighted surprise, as though seeing a lifeline.

"Jian Ran's here! Everyone, make way!"

In fact, to ensure safe filming, the production crew had specifically hired a licensed medic.

Seeing Ji Yuanming collapse without warning, he had rushed forward at once to examine him.

But despite working up a sweat and using everything he had learned in his life, he still could not find the cause of the bleeding.

Coupled with the many "frights" he had suffered over the past two days, the medic concluded that this tricky emergency could only be handled through supernatural means. So the moment he heard Jian Ran had arrived, he picked up his medical kit, stood, and moved aside.

Jian Ran slowly approached. With just one glance at the floor, he said coldly, "Why are you gawking here instead of going back to sleep this late at night?!"

"Jian Ran, we..." Qi Rui started, then stopped.

At his voice, Jian Ran glared at him. "How about you do it?"

"No, no, no." Qi Rui hastily waved his hands. "I choose to go back to sleep."

Li Yuan was shrewd. His eyes shifted, and the next second he immediately answered the call. "Go, go, go! Hurry back to your rooms. Don't get in the way here!"

As he spoke, he slipped toward his own bedroom, and the others did the same.

At some point, Jian Ran's name had become synonymous with unconditional trust.

Even though the man lying on the floor was practically a corpse, they still believed Jian Ran could turn things around...

In the blink of an eye, only Yu Fengyi remained in the corridor, standing motionless in the corner like a wooden post.

Jian Ran could not be bothered to hurry him along. He walked over to Ji Yuanming on his own, bent one knee to crouch down, and dipped a well-proportioned finger into the blood at the corner of his eye.

"Sand?"

He murmured, frowning as he moved to press another spot.

Yu Fengyi finally could not hold out any longer in the corner and asked, "What exactly is going on?"

"What's going on?" Jian Ran did not look up, his voice impatient. "Are you blind? Can't you look for yourself?"

Yu Fengyi's worldview completely collapsed. "You mean those things are all... they all really exist?"

"Ji Yuanming, will he... will he die?!"

Jian Ran's hands kept moving, making a few passes over several acupuncture points. "If he doesn't court death, he won't die."

"Besides, that also depends on whether I want"

"to let him die."

The moment he finished speaking, Ji Yuanming, who had been lying motionless like a corpse, suddenly began coughing violently.

He curled up on his side, constantly spewing filth from his mouth. "Cough, cough-"

"Bleurgh-"

Jian Ran dusted off his hands and stood, casting an unrestrained sidelong glance at Yu Fengyi. "Remember, he's your cautionary example."

"In this Mountain Villa, you'd better behave yourself."

"And live very carefully."

Yu Fengyi: "..." That aura-he's even more of an overbearing CEO than I am?!