“Master, will Haozi be okay?” Qing Nan asked.
Li Qiao handed Xie Haozhi a talisman and instructed, “Keep this with you at all times. Aunt Wang is already dead, and the perpetrator must have suffered a backlash. From now on, focus on doing good deeds.”
“Thank you, Master… But what about the excess compensation money?” If it remained, wouldn’t the other party still be able to steal his lifespan?
Li Qiao looked at the weakened Xie Haozhi and revealed, “The last thing your birth mother did for you was this.”
The compensation money was for Xie Haozhi to handle himself.
The person behind this could no longer use the money to harm him!
Aunt Wang had made mistakes, but her intentions were understandable.
In the realm of karma, wrongdoing must be punished.
Xie Haozhi couldn’t help but ask about Aunt Wang’s fate—would she go to hell?
After all, everything she did was for him!
“If you want to lessen her punishment, accumulate virtue by doing good deeds in her name.” Li Qiao said nothing more.
Xie Haozhi nodded solemnly in gratitude before transferring payment. Li Qiao then left the Xie residence. Outside, she noticed He Jingnian.
“Mr. He, what a coincidence?”
“Hm, just passing by.” His tone was stiff, and Li Qiao nearly choked on her words. She rode back home in his car.
Another surge of powerful merit flowed into her, replenishing her weakened body. Sitting beside He Jingnian, Li Qiao felt invigorated—this man was truly a treasure trove of energy.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his.
He Jingnian’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he glanced at her coolly, a silent question in his gaze.
“Mr. He, would you be willing to share some of your merit with me?” Li Qiao blinked at him expectantly.
After a brief pause, He Jingnian nodded.
Li Qiao’s eyes lit up with joy as waves of potent merit surged into her. Clinging to his arm, she radiated happiness—a mood that seemed to infect He Jingnian too.
Her usually pale complexion gradually regained its rosy glow. It was then that He Jingnian seemed to understand.
Ever since transmigrating into this world, Li Qiao had felt her cultivation suppressed by an unseen force. Though she’d gained merit, the suppression never eased—until now.
Being near He Jingnian, surrounded by his aura of purple and gold, made her mouth water. In a moment of impulse, she’d blurted out her request.
And he’d agreed!
The merit he bestowed dissolved the suppression entirely.
He Jingnian was truly heaven’s chosen treasure.
The entire ride home, Li Qiao clung to him gleefully.
Back at the Li residence, she reluctantly let go. To return the favor, she gifted him another talisman.
After tucking it away, He Jingnian bid her farewell.
“Ninth Master, it’s time to return,” reminded He Yi.
Today, sensing Li Qiao was in danger, He Jingnian had rushed to the villa district despite his own condition. Why hadn’t he told her?
As his right-hand man, He Yi could tell—Ninth Master treated Li Qiao differently.
The Li Residence
Old Master Li, being elderly, had already retired for the night.
Li Shanchuan and Liu Yusi were still out, leaving only Li Shaojin and Li Qiao at home.
As Li Shaojin brought her tea, he casually asked, “Qiaoqiao, did you come back with He Jingnian?”
“Yeah, ran into him on the way.”
“What do you think of him?”
Li Qiao paused, actually considering the question.
Li Shaojin’s heart twisted—why was she taking it so seriously?
“He Jingnian is… quite remarkable.”
“…”
Li Shaojin’s stomach knotted. How was he remarkable? The man was ill-fated and cursed in marriage!
But in Li Qiao’s eyes, He Jingnian was exceptional—a once-in-a-lifetime treasure trove of energy, freely sharing his merit without hesitation.
Generous, dignified, impossibly handsome…
And most importantly, an endless wellspring of purple aura and golden merit!
The thought made her beam.
Watching her, Li Shaojin sipped his tea bitterly. From now on, he’d have to guard Qiaoqiao closely—no letting certain people steal her away.
Li Qiao slid a card across the table.
“One million. Use it to pay off debts.”
One million?!
Where had she gotten that much?
His confusion must’ve shown, because she explained, “From the Shen family head. A thank-you gift for solving their problem. He’s very generous.”
After recounting the story, Li Shaojin marveled at his sister’s prowess. To someone like the Shen patriarch, a million was trivial compared to his family’s survival.
This connection would only benefit Li Qiao in the long run.
Still…
He pushed the card back. “You don’t need to worry about family matters. We’ll handle it. Keep this for yourself.”
“Big Brother, we’re family. Right now, we need to pull through together. Unless… you don’t see me as part of it?”
Touched, Li Shaojin relented. “Alright. Consider it a loan from you.”
“Deal.”
As she peeled fruit, Li Qiao studied his aura. The dark clouds over his fate had begun lifting—the Li family’s future was bright.
As long as no one drags them down.
…
Later, Li Shanchuan returned, buoyant with news of a partnership.
“Dad, you’re working with Wang Qinglin?” Li Shaojin frowned.
Li Shanchuan glanced nervously at Li Qiao, relieved when she didn’t react.
“I trust Qinglin. He wouldn’t cheat me. I know Qiaoqiao’s warning came from care, but I checked—his projects are solid.”
With the Li Group stabilizing, he’d weighed the risks carefully.
“Good luck.”
Li Qiao’s three-word blessing made him beam. She supports me!
But Li Shaojin remained uneasy.
Having witnessed Li Qiao’s abilities firsthand, he knew Wang Qinglin’s downfall was inevitable.
“Big Brother, he’s our father. I won’t let anything happen to him. Besides…”
Her tone made his stomach drop.
Trouble’s coming.
Following her hint, Li Shaojin investigated Wang Qinglin—and uncovered a web of affairs.
The man’s public image as a devoted husband? A lie.
Photos showed him with different women nightly.
“Notice anything odd?” Li Qiao prompted.
Li Shaojin compared the images—then froze.
“The same tattoo… on every woman’s hand? How?“
