Li Er’gu admitted that she was the one who framed the Li family.
Li Shanchuan fell silent.
This was his once-beloved younger sister—how had she become like this?
When she was little, she had been so sweet and obedient.
Their decades of sibling affection couldn’t have been fake.
But now, alongside his anger, Li Shanchuan felt deep sorrow.
How had their family come to this?
“People’s hearts are fickle. In the face of profit, many care little for family bonds. Since they don’t value it, neither should we.”
Some would sacrifice anything for personal gain.
Such was human nature.
And Li Qiao had seen too many people like that.
“Qiaoqiao is right. We’ll live well—better than ever—and show them that without her, our lives only improve.”
Old Master Li’s words reignited everyone’s fighting spirit.
If the betrayer felt no guilt or remorse, why should they grieve?
The family enjoyed a cheerful meal together.
Afterward, Song Xi reappeared.
Her face was deathly pale, her entire demeanor dazed.
Returning home this time had shaken her to the core.
“Song Xi… Song Xi… Have some water. Your hands are freezing.”
Liu Yusi handed her a warm cup.
Song Xi’s hands trembled as she held it.
Li Qiao stepped forward, pressing a specific acupoint on her body. Only then did Song Xi gradually calm down.
Her eyes were red.
“Qiaoqiao… you knew all along.”
“Yes. I realized the first time I visited the Liu family. So, what will you do now?”
“Divorce. I must divorce him. They’re disgusting—Liu Yulan is the Liu family’s adopted daughter, and Liu Yusheng actually slept with her. It makes me sick.”
The mere memory made her want to vomit.
A shocking scandal!
Liu Yusi covered her mouth.
No wonder Qiaoqiao had kept silent—this was too explosive.
“A green tea btch paired with a scumbag. They deserve each other.”*
“They really do.”
Li Qiao agreed, studying Song Xi’s disheveled state. Clearly, she’d uncovered an even uglier truth.
“Song Xi, don’t waste tears on trash. His infidelity makes him the guilty party—you’ll get more in the divorce settlement.”
“I know. That’s why I recorded them… This is my evidence. If he refuses, I’ll expose him.”
She wouldn’t let the scumbag off easy. Song Xi’s mind was sharp—exactly as it should be.
Li Qiao’s eyes lit up.
Teachable indeed.
That night, Liu Yusi offered to let her stay, but Song Xi declined.
She needed to consult friends about the divorce.
Before leaving, Song Xi grasped Li Qiao’s hands, gratitude shining in her eyes.
“Qiaoqiao, thank you for helping me. Once the divorce is final, I’ll give you a big red envelope.”
“Deal. Wishing you smooth sailing.”
Li Qiao grinned, delighted at the thought of her growing savings.
Every penny brought her closer to rebuilding her sect’s ancestral temple.
Back in her room, she shared the news with the sect’s founder—and the incense burned brighter than ever.
Heh. The founder’s pleased.
She pulled back the curtains.
The lights across the way were off.
He Jingsheng isn’t home.
“Qiaoqiao—!”
Li Shaoyang pounded on her door.
“Second Brother, what’s the rush? Ghosts again?”
“Pei pei pei! Bad luck be gone—no ghosts allowed!”
Terrified of spirits, his muttering made Li Qiao laugh.
“Alright, Second Brother. If you’d met a ghost, I’d know. So, what’s up?”
Relieved, Li Shaoyang explained.
“Qiaoqiao, you were spot-on. President Ye… he wants to see you.”
Li Qiao smiled knowingly.
Took him a day longer than I expected. Impressive restraint.
Her expression said it all. Li Shaoyang sensed something was up with President Ye.
“Second Brother, let’s go.”
“Go where?”
“To make money.”
And so, Li Qiao dragged Li Shaoyang out.
On the road, he begged to go during daylight.
Li Qiao only smiled wider.
Defeated, Li Shaoyang steeled himself.
If my little sister isn’t scared, what kind of man would I be to fear?
I’m tough. I can do this!
Their car stopped at an unfinished bridge—a construction site littered with tools.
Two vehicles and four men stood ahead, one of whom was President Ye.
“President Ye.”
Li Shaoyang called out.
Ye turned, spotting Li Qiao. He stepped forward.
“Tell me, what trouble are you facing?”
“Lao Wang, you explain.”
Ye gestured to Lao Wang, the project manager.
Though unsure of Li Qiao’s credentials, Lao Wang obeyed, detailing recent oddities.
Bridge support pillars kept collapsing.
Three days in a row, three pillars failed—each time just before completion.
They’d checked materials and reviewed designs.
Nothing was wrong.
Today, the bridge itself had split down the middle.
This—
Was downright eerie.
In construction, superstitions ran deep.
Groundbreakings always consulted feng shui masters for auspicious timing.
They’d done everything right, yet disasters kept striking.
This bridge was critical.
Delays meant massive repercussions.
Remembering Li Qiao’s earlier words, Ye had sought her out.
After listening, Li Qiao wandered the site, inspecting it.
“Qiaoqiao, anything unusual?”
Li Shaoyang asked.
Ye watched her closely.
Was she legit—or just bluffing?
“You’re the manager here?”
Li Qiao eyed Lao Wang, who squirmed under her gaze.
“Yeah.”
“Then prepare what I list. Quickly.”
She was blunt.
Lao Wang hesitated.
Who does she think she is? Some master? Just a pretty face—probably Ye’s mistress.
He smirked.
The leer disgusted Li Qiao.
“President Ye—”
“Do as she says.”
Ye’s order shut Lao Wang up, but the young man beside Ye scowled.
“Uncle, why trust her? What, there’s ghosts here now?”
“There are.”
Li Qiao turned, smiling.
“Bullsht! You’re just a fraud!”*
“Ye Sen, watch your mouth.” Ye warned.
“Uncle, I’m protecting you from scammers.”
Ye Sen’s glare was venomous—a man with darkness in his heart.
Li Qiao’s lips curled.
“Ghosts aren’t always the dead. Sometimes, they’re the living. And far worse… some hearts harbor ghosts.”
Ye Sen stiffened, eyes flashing murder.
Li Shaoyang stepped between them.
“Keep your ugly eyes to yourself.”
