When Ye Shaohua stepped out, Ye Ming was already waiting in the car.
“Big sis, let’s leave the capital,” he said, trying—and failing—to hide the anxiety in his eyes.
But who was Ye Shaohua? She noticed it immediately. Still, she didn’t call him out, only asking calmly, “Why?”
“I’m just not used to staying here,” Ye Ming forced a smile. “I’ve already talked to the professor. I can transfer as an exchange student to S University. And you studied there too, right? You haven’t been back to campus in a long time.”
Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes at him, making him wonder if she already knew something.
But then she looked away. “Ningzhou mentioned something happened at S University. I do need to go back.”
Ye Ming let out a quiet sigh of relief as she started the car.
Along the way, Ye Shaohua called Fu Jinyun—but Fu Heng picked up instead, stammering nervously. She hung up without another word.
“What’s this?” Ye Ming asked, eyeing the yellowed paper she placed on the dashboard, trying to change the subject.
Her reply was colder than usual. “Nothing.”
Ye Shaohua hadn’t planned to return to S City yet—there were still unresolved matters from the past. But this time, it wasn’t just Ningzhou calling. Even the mayor of S City had reached out.
If they were asking for her help, the situation had to be serious.
By the time they arrived at the airport, the mayor had already sent someone to meet her. She and Ye Ming headed straight to the hotel near S University, where Assistant Wang and the others were waiting.
This was S University’s international hotel, frequented only by business elites. The moment their car stopped, valets rushed to park it.
“Ye Shaohua?” A surprised voice called out as soon as she stepped out.
Standing there was a strikingly handsome man with a beautiful young woman on his arm, both dressed in luxurious attire.
It was Cui Hao and Xu Yilin—people she hadn’t seen in a long time.
In no mood for small talk, Ye Shaohua barely glanced at them, her expression unchanging.
But Cui Hao was stunned. In just a few months, Ye Shaohua seemed like a completely different person. Her features were the same, but her aura had transformed—now untouchable, like a flower atop a high peak.
Was this really the same Ye Shaohua?
Xu Yilin gave her a once-over, noting her plain clothes, then dismissively looked away. “Cui Hao, let’s go.”
The mayor had been waiting near the hotel entrance. Seeing Ye Shaohua approaching, he hurried over. “Master Ye, I didn’t expect you to arrive so soon.”
His entourage followed, greeting her respectfully:
- “Master Ye, thank you for coming back at such a critical time.”
- “This is my first time meeting you—I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
Though not everyone had met her before, many knew of Ye Shaohua’s reputation.
She wasn’t the original host of this body, nor had she ever been a feng shui master in her past life. Yet, her calm, authoritative presence commanded respect, matching—if not surpassing—everyone around her.
“Take me to the scene,” she ordered plainly.
Still standing nearby, Cui Hao and Xu Yilin gaped in disbelief. Xu Yilin, who had barely acknowledged Ye Shaohua earlier, now wore a twisted expression.
Then, as if remembering something, her lips curled into a smirk.
As for Cui Hao, the Ye Shaohua in his memory had always been erratic—he’d never truly noticed her beauty before.
But now? Even in the entertainment industry, it’d be hard to find someone who could rival her looks.
Was this really the same Ye Shaohua he knew?
He wanted to ask, but he didn’t dare approach. The people around her were far too influential.
Occasionally, he caught words like “feng shui master” and “Master Ye.”
Cui Hao wasn’t ignorant of such things. But after knowing Ye Shaohua for so long, she had never once claimed to be a mystic.
So… had she been telling the truth all along? Had she not been delusional, but actually… genuine?
A chill ran down his spine.
He suddenly remembered that night by the lake, when Ye Shaohua had pointed behind him and said:
“Don’t turn around. There’s a face on your back.”
“Cui Hao, what’s wrong?” Xu Yilin frowned. “Ugh, I can’t believe she even knows the mayor now. There’s no way we’re getting that jade from her…”
But Cui Hao shook off her hand, pulling out his phone as he rushed away.
The Mystery Unfolds
“What exactly happened?” Ye Shaohua took the documents from the university president, flipping through them with a frown.
The atmosphere in the car was heavy.
The incident was tied to S University’s “Lovers’ Lake”—the same lake where the original host had seen the ghost behind Cui Hao.
The lake had been sealed off since Ye Shaohua’s enrollment due to multiple deaths.
The first case happened six months ago: a freshman had drowned after a nighttime date. The strange part? Her boyfriend claimed they had parted ways, and surveillance footage showed her returning to her dorm—yet the next morning, her body was found in the lake.
Since then, seven more girls had drowned in the same lake.
At first, the police treated them as accidents—until they discovered a chilling pattern.
Every victim had been somewhere else at the time of death.
- One was studying in the library, never having left—yet her body appeared in the lake.
- Another was on holiday at home. Her parents confirmed she was on her way back to campus—only for her to be found dead in the school’s lake.
…
The cases were too bizarre. When investigators realized this was beyond their expertise, they turned to the mystics for help.
The university had kept it under wraps, but with classes still ongoing, the truth couldn’t stay hidden forever.
Ye Shaohua closed the file—but before she could speak, her phone rang.
