The atmosphere in the presidential suite suddenly solidified.
The two women on the bed, who had just been startled awake, grabbed their clothes hastily, not even having time to put on their high heels.
They ran barefoot, screaming, through the gaps between the crowd, desperately escaping into the corridor.
Spirit was surrounded by a group of people in the living room, looking somewhat at a loss.
In front of all eyes, his face had a trace of bewildered sleepiness, his voice carrying a hint of suspicion and puzzlement:
"Second Brother? Uncle? What... are you doing? Kicking my door in the middle of the night, planning to rob me?"
Chen Xuâanâs gaze was sharp, firmly fixed on him:
"I called you earlier, why didnât you answer?"
"Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Spirit forced an innocent expression:
"I drank a bit, slept like a log, and my phone was on silent mode."
"I was just woken up by your knocking, wondering who it was, and then âbangâ the door fell and scared me a lot."
He raised his hand to rub his forehead, portraying a hangover, still shocked and unsettled.
After a pause, he quickly shifted the topic, showing a concerned expression:
"By the way, what are you all doing here in a group? Is something happening at home again?"
"Howâs grandma doing at the hospital, is she getting better? Also, on grandpaâs side, was the ritual proceeding smoothly?"
His questions were extremely natural, with a tone and demeanor indistinguishable from Chen Qiming, just with a bit more concern for the family.
"Stop pretending!"
Bai Ling hid behind Fang Cheng, peeking out and exposing:
"Your eyes arenât so lecherous, you canât be Chen Qiming; youâre Spirit!"
"Spirit?"
Spirit was momentarily stunned, his face full of bewilderment and confusion:
"Who is this? I donât know them? What are you talking about, I donât understand, could someone explain more clearly?"
"Mr. Chen, apologies."
Fang Cheng stepped forward, looked at him calmly:
"Just now, we held a ritual at Chen Family Manor to exorcise a spirit that had possessed your grandfatherâs body."
"Although the main part of that spirit has been eliminated, there might be a remnant that transferred to other members of the Chen Family."
"Ah?!"
Spirit jumped in fright, involuntarily taking half a step back.
"Are you saying... that thing came to me?"
He froze for a moment, then pointed to his nose, speaking with an absurd expression:
"Are you kidding? I am Chen Qiming!"
"Second Brother, are you all so freaked out by recent family events that youâre imagining things?"
Spirit forcibly suppressed the astonishment within his heart, pulling up a wry smile at the corner of his mouth:
"I know everyoneâs not feeling good, but we canât just doubt each other here, right?"
"If you donât believe me, I can prove it!"
"Second Brother, did you forget? A few days ago I asked to borrow your limited edition sports car for a couple of days, and you refused because you thought my driving skills were terrible."
Then he turned to another Chen family elder:
"Uncle, do you remember? Last month on your birthday, I specifically arranged to have a box of antique cigars sourced from abroad for you. You praised me for being considerate at the time."
He quickly listed several private matters only known to the core members of the Chen Family.
Listening to this, Chen Xuâan and the other elders exchanged glances, and the suspicion on their faces began to waver.
Spirit glanced at them, secretly heaving a sigh of relief in his heart.
Luckily, he had once used Child Gu to peek into Chen Qimingâs memories, otherwise, he would truly be done today.
He knew very well that now was the time to showcase his acting skills; if his true identity was exposed, it would surely lead to utter ruin.
Spirit tried his best to remain calm, continuously discussing Chen Family matters, while also verifying his innocence.
In his words, he appropriately conveyed feelings of being wronged, fear of the supernatural, and a hint of anger from his private space being invaded.
This masterful performance unknowingly caused the Chen Family to hesitate.
Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao exchanged a glance, but their hearts knew the truth.
Spirit had been lurking in the Chen Family, plotting for years, so it wasnât surprising he knew these secrets.
Although they doubted this person claiming to be "Chen Qiming."
But, as he was a direct descendant of the Chen Family, the third-ranked heir, his position was far beyond any ordinary member of the family.
They couldnât simply take action, nor resort to torture or forced interrogation.
Regarding exorcism methods, they were not Mao Mountain Taoists, and had no knowledge of such practices.
Unless... they thought of a way to force him to reveal himself.
Standing by observing, Lin Chuqiao and Fang Cheng exchanged glances, nodding in mutual understanding.
"Mr. Chen, we also want to believe you."
She flicked her eyes, softly speaking:
"However, given the unusual circumstances, for caution, would you mind cooperating with a mental test?"
"If thereâs no issue, weâll apologize immediately and wonât disturb your rest."
Seeing his cousin speak, Pan Wen grinned, hurriedly chiming in:
"Yes, yes, donât worry, itâs just a small body check, itâll be quick."
As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together like a mad scientist preparing for an experiment.
"This..."
Spiritâs face turned sour.
Chen Xuâan suddenly realized, his tone becoming resolute:
"Third Brother, please cooperate, once we confirm youâre fine, Iâll personally apologize, and you can borrow the sports car and drive it as long as you want."
Upon hearing this, Spiritâs heart sank completely.