Before Li Qiao could speak, Li Youwei suddenly clutched her head and let out a pained scream.
In a flash, she leaped out the window and vanished.
Once the lights were back on, Jian Lanxin had already fainted from terror.
Jiang Feng hugged the ancestral master’s tablet tightly, his voice uneasy.
“Li Qiao… will she come back?”
“Yes.”
Li Qiao walked leisurely to the bedside and snapped her fingers. Jian Lanxin jolted awake instantly, her face pale with lingering fear.
Li Qiao leaned down slightly. “Bad dream?”
“Master, save me!”
Jian Lanxin dropped to her knees again, clutching Li Qiao’s legs.
“Master, in my dream… so many ghosts were chasing me. They wanted me dead!”
“You’re fine now. No need to worry—it’s nothing serious.”
“But—but what if they come back?” Tears streamed down her face.
After witnessing Li Qiao’s power firsthand, Jian Lanxin felt deep regret for ever doubting her. How could I have been so blind before?
Li Qiao sighed. “Let go of my legs first.”
“No! I—I feel safer holding onto you!”
Li Qiao: “…”
She glanced at Jiang Feng, who immediately took the hint.
“Lanxin,” he said smoothly, “since Li Qiao is here, she’ll handle everything. But if you keep clinging to her like this… you’ll just slow her down.”
He was a smooth talker, no doubt. Li Qiao shot him an approving look.
Jiang Feng smirked, pleased with himself.
“R-Really?” Jian Lanxin’s mind was still a mess, unsure whether to believe him.
“Really.”
Li Qiao’s firm tone finally convinced her to loosen her grip.
Downstairs, Jian Fengchun and his wife had been waiting anxiously.
The moment Li Qiao descended, Madam Jian rushed over. “Master, how is Lanxin? Who was that ghost?”
“An old acquaintance of yours—Li Youwei.”
At the name, Madam Jian’s face turned ashen. “Master, please, you must protect Lanxin. My daughter had nothing to do with Li Youwei’s death!”
“I know.”
“But… will Li Youwei come back for her?” Madam Jian’s voice trembled.
“Yes.”
Li Youwei’s death had been orchestrated by the Li family, and the celestial master behind her was a serious problem.
Desperate to save her daughter, Madam Jian made an offer: Five million yuan if Li Qiao could guarantee Jian Lanxin’s safety.
Li Qiao’s eyes gleamed.
She agreed on the spot.
“Master, thank you! We’re forever in your debt!”
The Jians escorted her to the door, bowing repeatedly. Jiang Feng followed, his expression troubled.
Once outside, he finally spoke up.
“Li Qiao… what kind of trouble are the Jians in?”
“Sharp eyes.”
“You weren’t exactly subtle. So, they’re really in danger?”
“Mm. Someone’s siphoning the Jian family’s fortune and luck. But… I need more proof to be certain.”
Jiang Feng’s jaw dropped. “There’s actually something you don’t know?”
Li Qiao: “…” Was that sarcasm?
…..
On the way back, a phone call derailed their plans.
“We’re going to the Liu family.”
“Got it.” Though confused, Jiang Feng immediately changed course.
The moment they stepped into the Liu mansion, Li Qiao’s voice cut through the air like ice.
“Liu Yusheng—get out here, now.”
The elderly Madam Liu stormed in, her face twisted with disgust. “You again! How dare you barge into our home? Yusheng is your uncle—have you no manners?”
“Manners?” Li Qiao sneered. “He doesn’t deserve them.”
“You—how dare you speak to me like that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Security! Throw her out!”
Servants rushed in, but Jiang Feng easily knocked them aside with a single kick.
Madam Liu shrieked. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Where. Is. Liu Yusheng?”
“I don’t know!”
“Liar.”
“I’m not! I truly don’t know where he is! What do you even want with him?”
Madam Liu trembled—she was afraid of Li Qiao. This girl had always been fearless.
Seeing her genuine panic, Li Qiao’s voice turned lethally calm.
“Liu Yusheng kidnapped my mother and Song Xi. If either of them is harmed, I’ll make sure he regrets it.”
Madam Liu’s face drained of color.
“That’s impossible! Li Qiao, I know you hate us, but you can’t just accuse Yusheng like this!”
Liu Yulan and Old Master Liu emerged from the inner rooms.
Li Qiao’s eyes narrowed, scanning their faces.
The old man looked frail in his house robes, but his gaze was shifty.
“Old Master Liu… you’re looking quite ‘healthy.’” Her tone dripped with sarcasm.
He coughed awkwardly, unsure how to respond.
Beside him stood Liu Yulan—her delicate features and fox-like eyes a stark contrast to his aged appearance.
The relationship between these two…
This family is a goddamn mess.
Her cryptic remark made Old Master Liu sweat. Does she know something?
His eyes darted nervously to Liu Yulan.
Before leaving, Li Qiao turned back to Madam Liu.
“Old Madam… you’d better keep a tighter leash on your people.”
With that, she walked out, leaving the Liu family in turmoil.
Madam Liu frowned deeply, noticing the uneasy looks exchanged between her husband and Liu Yulan.
“What did she mean by that?”
“Mother, don’t listen to her nonsense!” Liu Yulan said hurriedly. “We need to find Yusheng—he can’t do anything reckless!”
Madam Liu’s face darkened. She shoved Liu Yulan hard. “This is all your fault, you little slut!”
Liu Yulan fell, scraping her legs badly. She whimpered in pain—but Old Master Liu rushed to her side, scooping her up.
“Yulan! Let me take you to your room and tend to your wounds.”
His hands lingered a little too long on her waist.
Once in the bedroom, the old man eagerly applied ointment, his fingers “accidentally” brushing her skin.
“Yulan… I’ve missed you these past few days.”
He leaned in to kiss her.
Liu Yulan’s eyes gleamed with cunning. She giggled coyly. “Oh, Daddy… I missed you too~”
Disgusting old fool.
Just wait—once I take control of the Liu fortune, you’ll be nothing but trash.
