"There are no cats that don't steal fish."
"Moreover, my wife passed away over ten years ago. What's wrong with me finding a woman openly?"
Grandpa Liu was in a good mood and didn't bother with Ling'er.
"It's wrong!"
Ling'er still couldn't accept it. She knew that rich people liked young and beautiful girls, and that old cows eating young grass was common.
But when it happened close to her, the impact was too great.
"They say men get bad when they have money, and it's true!"
Ling'er pouted and snorted.
Grandpa Liu defended himself, "The so-called 'men get bad when they have money' is a theory you women made up."
"Even if a man is down and out, if you give him a beautiful woman, do you think he'll refuse?"
"Similarly, little girl, don't you girls also like chasing stars?"
"Ling'er, who is your favorite male star?"
Ling'er replied without thinking, "Of course, it's the 'Four-Character Brother'!"
Grandpa Liu asked seriously, "If you had enough money and power to keep the 'Four-Character Brother' as your sugar baby, would you do it?"
Ling'er nodded, this was the ultimate dream of fans like them!
Grandpa Liu then asked, "If I sent your idol to you, would you actively throw yourself into my arms?"
Ling'er fell into thought, because her subconscious answer was... yes!
Only a fool wouldn't!
However, upon closer reflection, wasn't this precisely Grandpa Liu's theory?
Whether rich or poor, no one can resist a sufficient temptation.
"You, you're talking nonsense, how can it be the same?"
Ling'er's pretty face turned slightly red.
Grandpa Liu smiled and stopped teasing her.
This little girl was sharp and likable.
"Little friend Lin, how much do you charge for your consultation?"
"My consultation fees are never fixed. If you have money and are willing, give more. If others don't have money, give less. If someone is particularly poor, I don't charge at all."
A flash of surprise crossed Grandpa Liu's eyes. "I never expected it, Little friend Lin, at such a young age, you already have such understanding. I'm impressed, truly impressed!"
Lin Fan smiled and waved his hand, "This is nothing special, just my conscience."
"Little friend Lin is so magnanimous, you must not care about money. I'll take the liberty to not pay you!" Grandpa Liu said heartily.
"???"
Lin Fan was stunned.
Wait!
Just as he was about to retort, Grandpa Liu continued, "I have some old collected items at home. If Little friend Lin doesn't mind, why don't you come in and pick two items you like? I'll give them to you as a gift."
"Okay!"
Lin Fan was overjoyed. If they were real antiques, they would be much more valuable than consultation fees.
He immediately agreed, "Let's go pick them now, and let's be quick. I still have to go home before it gets dark."
He had stood up Gao Lu last night, and they had agreed to fight tonight!
"Lin Fan, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back," Ling'er suddenly said.
"What do you mean?"
Lin Fan frowned slightly and turned to look at Ling'er.
Ling'er pouted and said, "I'm sick too, and I want you to examine me."
Lin Fan scratched his head, "You're as strong as an ox, what kind of illness could you have?"
"Hey, how can you talk like that? I'm clearly a soft and cute girl!"
Ling'er pouted her small lips, looking extremely adorable.
She snorted coquettishly, "I don't care, you definitely can't leave tonight!"
Lin Fan stepped closer, "I have a wife waiting for me at home. If you don't let me go back, are you going to keep me company tonight?"
"Keep you company? What's the big deal!"
A faint, unconcerned smile played on Ling'er's lips. She thought to herself that at most she would chat with him, eat with him, rub his legs, and massage his back. That's what she did for Miss every day anyway.
Having one more pig wouldn't make much difference.
She hadn't interacted much with men since she was young and didn't understand some things.
But Grandpa Liu and Lin Fan were experienced.
They both wore strange expressions.
Grandpa Liu patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, "Little friend Lin, Ling'er is a good girl. Why don't you stay? You can also help me with my treatment, saving you the trouble of running back and forth."
Lin Fan hadn't expected this girl to be so bold.
However, he wouldn't naively think she was interested in him.
It must be Ye Qingcheng, who wanted to keep him here for some reason.
Lin Fan's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a plan. He might as well take this opportunity to see what Ye Qingcheng really wanted.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry back and boil water, so I can bathe and change."
Lin Fan instructed Ling'er and then walked towards Villa No. 2 with Grandpa Liu.
Ling'er glared at him fiercely, turned around, and left in a huff.
No matter what, at least she had managed to keep Lin Fan here without revealing her hand.
Villa No. 2 was stylistically completely different from Villa No. 3.
Inside was ancient Huizhou-style architecture, with a phoenix tree planted in the middle of the courtyard.
At the entrance was a circular archway.
Looking around, there were small bridges, flowing water, rock gardens, and bamboo groves.
Upon entering, a scent of burning incense filled the air, refreshing the mind and spirit.
"Master has returned."
A maid, dressed in a servant's uniform, respectfully greeted them.
"Go brew a pot of good tea to entertain our esteemed guest," Grandpa Liu instructed.
The maid lowered her head, and Lin Fan couldn't see her face, but her figure was truly good.
"There's no problem here."
Lin Fan had carefully observed the feng shui along the way and found no abnormalities.
In fact, all the items were placed in their optimal positions.
This meant that Grandpa Liu's ailment was not due to feng shui.
The only possibility was that someone had intentionally caused trouble.
Grandpa Liu's real name was Liu Qinghui. He owned a vast number of businesses spread across the country.
Thirty years ago, his net worth had already exceeded one hundred billion.
He warmly invited Lin Fan to sit, and the maid knelt beside them, pouring tea.
On the wall of the tearoom hung several calligraphy and paintings.
"These are all old items I've collected. Pick any one you like as a token of my gratitude."
Liu Qinghui led him to the collection room.
It was filled with an overwhelming variety of items: pots, bowls, utensils, calligraphy, paintings, and porcelain, you name it.
The collection room, over two hundred square meters, was packed to the brim, with many large items unable to be displayed and placed on the floor.
Lin Fan didn't understand antiques and couldn't tell which was valuable and which was not.
However, he believed that given Liu Qinghui's wealth and status, he would not collect ordinary items.
After looking around, he felt dizzy.
Suddenly, Lin Fan's gaze fell on a broken jar in the corner.
"What is this?"
He walked over and picked up the jar.
It looked like it was made of fired clay, with no inscription at the bottom.
It was about the size of a human head, covered in dust, and had a chip at the top.
"This is a broken jar my granddaughter picked up outside when she was little. It's been here for twenty years, and I had forgotten about it."
"This thing isn't valuable, Little friend Lin. You should look at something else!"
Liu Qinghui said, and then reached out to take the jar from Lin Fan's hand.