Chapter 1373: The Eerie Teahouse Backyard

And Gu Qiaoqiao just smiled slightly and said to Boss Qian, "Boss Qian, I appreciate your attitude, and you’re quite right; some good things are meant to be used, not just placed as offerings to ancestors..."

As she spoke, Gu Qiaoqiao bent down and placed her hand on the floor, as if she wanted to see what the floor was really like.

No one noticed what Gu Qiaoqiao intended to do.

At the moment Gu Qiaoqiao placed her hand on the floor, that feeling came again, and the eerie sensation was even stronger.

Gu Qiaoqiao confirmed at that moment that the feeling came from the floor; it was the floor that transmitted this sensation to the rattan chair.

Ordinary people sitting on the rattan chair wouldn’t feel anything, and it was fine for her to sit normally too, but her hands were special, so when she placed them on the chair, she instantly felt it.

Could there be something wrong with the floor?

Gu Qiaoqiao casually brushed her hand lightly across the floor a few times, making it seem to the two others as though she was checking if the floor was still wild teak.

Gu Qiaoqiao also seemed calm and composed.

Boss Qian didn’t grow suspicious.

Gu Qiaoqiao paused her hand. Her senses didn’t lie; the rattan chair was normal, and the floor was normal too.

So what was abnormal was below the floor.

Beneath the floor was naturally the ground of the courtyard.

There shouldn’t be anything on the surface, so at this moment, Gu Qiaoqiao was convinced that there was something under the ground, and this something was carrying resentment. A bold thought emerged in her mind—could there be a corpse buried underneath?

This thought startled Gu Qiaoqiao to the point where she felt a shiver run through her. She quickly straightened up and clasped her hands together, and the eerie sensation vanished once more.

At this moment, Boss Qian was actually becoming somewhat impatient. Just as he was about to speak and rush them off, Gu Qiaoqiao spoke again, "Boss Qian, how long has this flower rack in the yard been here?"

Suppressing his inner impatience, Boss Qian said, "Five years. This flower rack was actually built by my good-for-nothing son and some people he brought in."

Pausing for a moment, as if recalling something, he continued, "It used to be a flower garden here, full of precious orchids, but that little brat pulled them all out and built this flower rack instead."

Boss Qian’s expression showed some frustration.

Before the two could express any thoughts, Boss Qian finally spoke up to chase them away, "I still have a lot to attend to; you two can go have tea in front."

Gu Qiaoqiao and Boss Xu stood up together. Although they hadn’t asked what they wanted to know, it was expected; some things and people shouldn’t be judged from appearance, like Boss Qian right now.

Despite his outward appearance of being indifferent and heartbroken over his son, his true thoughts were unknown to anyone.

So, conclusions on uncertain matters shouldn’t be rushed.

Standing on the floor, Gu Qiaoqiao thought quickly and said, "Alright, go ahead with your work, we won’t have tea, we have other things at home to attend to..."

Saying this, she lifted her leg and walked toward the screen wall in front.

Boss Xu followed and left the courtyard.

Although Boss Qian behind them appeared unconcerned, he also breathed a sigh of relief, turning off the light, and followed behind them.

The quiet courtyard sank back into darkness.

Gu Qiaoqiao looked back; such a large courtyard was now pitch-black.

Compared to the dim yellow lights emanating from the teahouse in front and the surrounding households, it felt like another world.

Then the three of them exited the teahouse, standing at the gate, Gu Qiaoqiao turned to look back at the teahouse, frowning slightly—his son passed, yet his father’s business continued as usual. This family is indeed puzzling.

Suddenly, Gu Qiaoqiao recalled something and asked Boss Xu, "Big Brother Xu, what’s with the One-Eyed Dragon’s eye?"

"Not sure, I’ve never heard about it."

"Was he like this since childhood?"

"Not really," Boss Xu shook his head, "It seems to have gone blind a few years ago. Later on, he supposedly got a dog’s eye; if you don’t know the inside story, people usually can’t tell."

"Big Brother Xu, about how many years ago?"

Boss Xu furrowed his brow, thinking for a while, "About five years ago..."

Five years ago?

Gu Qiaoqiao pondered—it seemed to coincide with the year the flower rack was built.

They chatted as they walked, arriving at the parking spot.

Boss Xu’s old motorcycle was parked next to the Gu family’s black car.

Gu Qiaoqiao glanced at the motorcycle, recognized it as Boss Xu’s, and then recalled something, asking, "How’s the motorcycle Zishu took?"

Having just arrived in Jinling City, she hadn’t had time to address it yet, let alone ask about it.

"He refused a new one, insisting on the old one, claiming it had sentimental value." Boss Xu said somewhat helplessly.

"Then get it fixed, find the best motorcycle repair shop, and have it fixed until he’s satisfied," Gu Qiaoqiao said with a smile.

The motorcycle was currently in the courtyard of Lifeng Security Company. That day, after Fang Qing found Chu Chengfeng and Xiao Wen, they placed the motorcycle in the military truck’s container; fortunately, it was a military truck, else it would have been left at Tiger Head Cliff.

Later, the motorcycle accompanied the three to the hospital, then went to the Gu family home, and finally was taken back to Lifeng Security Company by Boss Xu’s people.

The journey wasn’t long, but it was quite a hassle.

Boss Xu laughed, "Don’t worry, I know a repair shop with excellent skills, surely it’ll be fixed to his satisfaction."

"By the way, we should thank the person and invite him to a meal to express our gratitude and apologies after it’s fixed."

Boss Xu nodded, "Alright, leave it to me." He assured, "We’ll definitely satisfy him greatly."

Gu Qiaoqiao felt reassured and joked, "This old relic should be retired. In half a month, we’ll have new cars, one of which will be for you, for convenience in commuting."

Boss Xu chuckled, "That’s great news, but unfortunately, I can’t enjoy it for now."

"Why?" Gu Qiaoqiao asked, puzzled.

"Where I live, you mustn’t have seen it, but the alley is like a chicken intestine, twisting and turning—getting the motorcycle in is lucky enough, let alone a car."

Gu Qiaoqiao remembered, she’d never been to Boss Xu’s home, but knew its narrow and cramped condition—it was worse than where the Gu family lived. Boss Xu was right; even if there was a car, it couldn’t get in.

Thinking of this, a thought struck Gu Qiaoqiao—should she buy a piece of land and build some houses, so everyone would have a place to live?