Zhang Xiangui

"Cough, cough cough."

Zhang Xiangui sat on the sofa in the living room, his face showing extreme embarrassment, which he could only express with coughs.

Zhang Wei looked at him with a strange expression, as if he was still recalling what had just happened.

Yang Jian sat indifferently to the side, seemingly oblivious to everything.

The group of people didn't say a word.

"Your coffee."

At this moment, a mature woman of about thirty-five or thirty-six years old walked over with several cups of coffee. She first offered one to Yang Jian, then handed it to Zhang Xiangui and Zhang Wei. Throughout the entire process, this woman didn't dare to raise her head to meet anyone's gaze; her face was still flushed.

Yang Jian didn't know her name.

All I know is that her surname is Huang.

She is Zhang Wei's housekeeper.

However, what housekeeper is this beautiful, mature, and glamorous with a great figure? It's not like a movie or novel.

Without a doubt.

This is Zhang Wei's father, Zhang Xiangui, keeping a mistress at home under the guise of taking advantage of the situation.

After all, given Zhang Wei's father's wealth and status, this kind of thing isn't surprising. The only problem is that Zhang Wei actually stumbled upon and witnessed what happened. Although it's not easy to bring it up, Yang Jian couldn't help but give Zhang Xiangui a thumbs up in his heart.

City people really know how to have fun!

Just as Yang Jian picked up his coffee to drink, Zhang Wei stopped him.

"Wait, Brother Leg, there's something wrong with the coffee, don't drink it yet." Zhang Wei frowned, sensing that this was not a simple matter.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Wei said, "I clearly checked before, the water was off at home, so where did the water come from to make coffee? Could it be..."

He sniffed it, then looked suspiciously at Aunt Huang beside him.

"However, one urination isn't enough to make three cups of coffee, so the coffee is fine, Brother Leg, you can drink it."

"What are you thinking?" Zhang Xiangui asked.

Zhang Wei said, "Dad, it'll be hard for me to get along with you in the future if you continue like this, especially what happened in the room. It's one thing if I saw it, but then Brother Leg saw it too. It'll be hard for me to make any friends in the future if you keep doing this."

"Ahem, it was just a misunderstanding. I just dropped something and was looking for it on the ground. Aunt Huang just accidentally fell and sat on me. Nothing happened between us, please don't misunderstand," Zhang Xiangui said.

"No need to explain, I understand. I'm not a three-year-old anymore. There's a folder on my computer hard drive called 'Battle of Mount Akina,' which contains information on this topic. I study it regularly, okay? But I can't learn those high-difficulty moves."

Zhang Wei said earnestly.

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Yang Jian sensed that both of them were acting strangely.

Zhang Xiangui blushed and said, "Let's not talk about that. Is this your classmate? He looks quite handsome. Won't you introduce him?"

Zhang Wei said, "Yang Jian, my classmate, nicknamed 'Brother Leg,' is someone I mentioned to you, Dad, before. Recently, our house has been haunted, so we asked Brother Leg to come and take a look."

"Oh, you also know about feng shui and metaphysics?" Zhang Xiangui asked, somewhat surprised.

Yang Jian, "I don't understand feng shui or metaphysics. I only occasionally handle some special cases for people. I hope Uncle Zhang won't laugh at me."

"What special event? Can you tell me about it? I'm very interested in strange and unusual things," Zhang Xiangui said.

"You're interested in Aunt Huang, aren't you?" Zhang Wei said from the side.

Zhang Xiangui said, "You brat, do you want a beating?"

"I'll tell Mom later," Zhang Wei said.

"Didn't you say you wanted to buy that 30 million sports car last time? I'll let you go buy it tomorrow, and you can just pretend this never happened, how does that sound?" Zhang Xiangui said.

Zhang Wei said, "Okay, it's settled then."

Yang Jian, "With Uncle Zhang's status and wealth, surely Uncle Zhang 've heard about all the strange things that have happened in Dachang City? Take my and Zhang Wei's personal experiences, for example, the paranormal events at the Seventh High School. I wonder how much Uncle Zhang knows about them?"

"I have heard some of these rumors, but their veracity is questionable."

Zhang Xiangui said, "I also had someone investigate the matter at Seventh Middle School. There are indeed many suspicious points. Although some people say it's haunted, I still remain skeptical. Some things can only be confirmed after seeing them with my own eyes."

"It's right to remain skeptical, but this is true. And if a place is haunted, someone will deal with it. I currently work in this field. Uncle Zhang, if you're interested, you can learn more about it; it won't do you any harm," Yang Jian said.

"Student, do you have any proof that you work in this field?"

Zhang Xiangui continued, smiling. "It's not that I doubt you, after all, you're Zhang Wei's classmate. I just want to confirm if there really are paranormal events. I've heard about them quite a bit lately, but I'm not sure. Since I ran into you today, I thought I could clear things up."

"Dad, I can vouch for you, there's a ghost in the house," Zhang Wei said.

Zhang Xiangui said, "Nonsense. If there really were ghosts in my house, why haven't I encountered any?"

"Zhang Wei is telling the truth. The reason others sealed off the villa was to isolate this place and prevent the spread of paranormal events. The natural gas pipeline leak was just a pretext. I came here today to investigate, but I didn't expect to run into you two, Uncle Zhang. However, how did you two get in under the martial law and lockdown?" Yang Jian.

"I installed an escape route when the villa was being renovated."

Zhang Xiangui said, then added with some surprise, "But you were the one who arranged for this lockdown and martial law?"

Does a mere high school senior really have that much power?

However, judging from Zhang Wei's subservient attitude towards Yang Jian, this guy probably has some real skills, otherwise Zhang Wei wouldn't be so convinced.

"This industry is brutal, but those who survive all have some privileges, so this is nothing special," Yang Jian.

"Since you say this villa is really haunted, would you mind if I took a look, classmate?" Zhang Xiangui asked.

Yang Jian, "Different supernatural events occur, and the ways ghosts appear also differ. It's quite simple to see the ghost in the villa right now. Just look around with a mirror, and if nothing unexpected happens, you should be able to easily find its location, since the villa is only so big."

"Little Huang, bring me a mirror," Zhang Xiangui said immediately.

Aunt Huang quickly brought over a small mirror. "Is this okay?"

Zhang Xiangui glanced at Yang Jian, "That's enough."

Soon, he took a mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Dad, that's the place I saw a ghost in before. If it weren't for Brother Leg here, I would have run away long ago," Zhang Wei hurriedly pointed behind the sofa.

Since his son had said that, it seemed to have some credibility. After all, even if the rascal was completely out of touch with reality, he wouldn't lie to him at this point, would he? Zhang Xiangui looked somewhat solemn and glanced behind the sofa.

But there was no one there.

I looked around, but still found nothing.

Everything inside the house is normal.

"There's nothing there," Zhang Xiangui said, shaking his head with a smile.

I can't believe a student's words. It seems I've been listening to too many ghost stories lately, which has affected my objective judgment.

It's one thing for him to be a son, but he also indulges in Yang Jian's nonsense.

He's a CEO, worth billions, after all; if word got out, he'd be a laughingstock.

But when he placed the mirror on the coffee table, the smile on his face froze instantly.

Next to the railing on the second floor.

A person stood there motionless.

Because of the wrong angle, he only managed to capture half a body in the photo, but there was no doubt that it was indeed a person.

The mirror was crystal clear; I was absolutely not mistaken.

"Um?"

Zhang Xiangui opened his eyes wide and looked up sharply.

Next to the railing on the second floor, there was nothing there. I looked back at the mirror.

But then they saw the person in the mirror turn and leave, then slowly disappear into the second-floor corridor.

"The ghost's location can change. It might not always be standing behind the sofa, so you'll need some patience to find it. But it's definitely inside the house," Yang Jian said.

"Leg, Brother Leg, what did you just say?"

Zhang Xiangui raised his head, his voice stammering, and fear showing in his eyes.

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