The visitors turned out to be from the Ye family, a renowned lineage of feng shui masters.
Ye Shaohua soon learned that she was, in fact, the descendant of this prestigious clan. However, those who practiced feng shui inevitably accumulated karmic debts, and the Ye family had always struggled with a thin bloodline.
Especially twenty years ago, during a fierce feng shui battle, the family’s prodigy had suffered severe spiritual backlash and died young.
Ye Shaohua was that prodigy’s posthumous child.
At the time, the Ye family had been in such disarray that they couldn’t even care for her.
Now, decades later, the family had slowly rebuilt its reputation. Though not as illustrious as before, the Ye name still carried weight in feng shui circles. For reasons unknown, the current family head had suddenly remembered Ye Shaohua’s existence.
Back then, the Ye family’s enemies had struck mercilessly. The head hadn’t held much hope, yet against all odds—they’d found her.
The man now standing before her was a distant uncle, several generations removed. He had come to retrieve her while working on a feng shui case nearby.
As Ye Shaohua recalled the original plot—where Xu Yilin had taken her jade pendant after her death—she grew convinced that the protagonist’s demise hadn’t been accidental.
Someone had gone to great lengths to make her live in this haunted house, tormenting her psyche.
Given the circumstances, returning to the Ye family was her best option. Otherwise, uncovering the truth about her father’s generation would take far too long.
Besides, as a newcomer to feng shui, the Ye family could offer her invaluable guidance.
The house she currently lived in reeked of misfortune, and the Ye entourage had no desire to linger. Her so-called uncle simply instructed her to pack overnight—they would fetch her in the morning.
Naturally, the neighbors noticed the commotion.
Lin Weiwei, who’d been waiting for Ye Shaohua to come begging for favors, couldn’t resist knocking on her door.
“I was supposed to stay at the dorm these past few nights, but I came home because I was worried about you. Shaohua… are you okay?” Lin Weiwei feigned concern. “If you don’t like the café job, how will you pay next semester’s tuition? Why not join my professor’s project? You know I was recently selected for it—we’re heading to the southern district tomorrow.”
She smiled smugly. “The investor’s payout is huge. Even as an assistant, you’d earn enough.”
Lin Weiwei knew Ye Shaohua had no friends at school—no roommate, no project partners.
Pretty face, pathetic life.
Her condescending “kindness” had been one of the reasons the original Ye Shaohua grew so insecure.
Had this been the original protagonist, she might have caved.
But the current Ye Shaohua was different.
Though short on funds, she wasn’t as helpless as her predecessor. A single freelance coding gig online paid more than a month of part-time work.
As for Lin Weiwei’s prized project?
Ye Shaohua had completed countless national-level research programs in her past lives.
There was nothing about Lin Weiwei worth envying.
Of course, Lin Weiwei didn’t know that—so Ye Shaohua’s refusal left her baffled.
…
The next morning, a crowd gathered around the run-down apartment complex.
Lin Weiwei paused on her way to class, textbooks in hand, and froze at the sight below.
A black Hongqi limousine with government plates idled at the curb.
Her jaw dropped further when Ye Shaohua stepped out with a suitcase—and a chauffeur opened the rear door for her.
“Shaohua?!” Lin Weiwei blurted, staring in disbelief.
Even a layman could tell these people were elite. That car alone wasn’t something money could buy.
“They’re my family,” Ye Shaohua explained calmly. “After all these years… they finally found me.”
Family?!
Lin Weiwei stood rooted to the spot, repeating the word silently as the car drove off.
Inside the vehicle, the uncle briefed her on the Ye family’s current hierarchy.
“As the newly returned descendant, you’ll be the Third Young Miss,” he said. “The woman you met yesterday is the Second Young Miss—address her as ‘Second Sister.’ There’s also the Eldest Young Master, a feng shui virtuoso. If you encounter him, do not disturb him.”
He added, “We have unfinished business here—a feng shui case at our temporary residence. Once resolved, we’ll take you home.”
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Shaohua requested feng shui manuals. She needed to grasp this world’s metaphysical landscape.
Her uncle handed her a beginner’s guide, mistaking her pensive expression for overwhelm.
Given her orphaned upbringing, he assumed she was dazzled by the Ye family’s sudden appearance.
Their temporary base was a villa in the southern district, likely owned by a high-ranking official—the very client the uncle was assisting.
Upon entering, Ye Shaohua spotted Second Sister from yesterday, holding a compass and discussing something grave with a group.
In the hall sat a nervous teenage girl (around 15–16 years old), gazing at Second Sister with hero worship.
“Fourth Young Miss, this is your Third Sister,” the uncle introduced. “Like you, she was only found yesterday.”
The girl—Fourth Young Miss—studied Ye Shaohua with sharp eyes.
Her designer clothes starkly contrasted Ye Shaohua’s humble attire. After a thorough once-over, her gaze snagged on the beginner’s feng shui book in Ye Shaohua’s hands.
“So this is Third Sister?” She covered a smirk. “Uncle, why is she reading children’s primers?”
“Third Young Miss lost both parents. We only just located her,” the uncle replied flatly.
The Fourth Young Miss’s shoulders relaxed—no threat here.
“How tragic,” she drawled. “But Uncle, Second Sister said this feng shui case is critical. Eldest Brother and his friends are rushing here. Wouldn’t it be… problematic for Third Sister to stay, given her ignorance?”
