After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 10

The atmosphere turned tense. Wang Lao’er quickly made an excuse and fled.

Yang Shusen was a dangerous man.

He shouldn’t have brought them here for just two cigarettes.

“Xiaoling, speak.”

Li Qiao’s voice was calm.

Yang Shusen’s eyes flashed with malice. “What nonsense are you spouting?” He knew Li Qiao wasn’t ordinary.

His panic was real. He scanned the surroundings, nervous and fearful—especially when Li Qiao called out “Xiaoling.”

Clutching Yang Dabao tightly, the ten-year-old boy sneered: “Yang Xiaoling’s already dead. Serves the bitch right! Disobedient toys deserve to be beaten to death. Trash like her should die.”

A ten-year-old speaking with such venom? Su Yan was no saint—he slapped Dabao across the face.

The boy’s features twisted with rage, his expression more demonic than childlike.

Li Qiao studied their faces.

“You both have Supermale Syndrome,” she stated coldly. “Born monsters.”

“So what?” Yang Shusen spat. “That bitch owed me her life. I fed her, clothed her—she lived because I allowed it! And how did she repay me? Refused to be my wife, wanted to leave for school? Hah! I made sure she never left this mountain. Now she’ll rot under the road, trampled forever—no reincarnation for her!”

Father and son wore identical expressions of manic glee.

Li Qiao’s frown deepened.

Yang Xiaoling trembled with fury and grief.

She had been abandoned in the snow and “rescued” by Yang Shusen. Her life had been endless beatings—whether he was happy or angry, she was his punching bag.

All she wanted was to grow up and escape.

Then one day, Yang Shusen brought home a boy—his biological son, Dabao. He forced Xiaoling to quit school to care for the child, then demanded she marry him. When she refused, he lured her back with a fake story about Dabao’s illness.

That night, he assaulted her.

And when it was over, he punched her to death—while Dabao clapped and cheered.

Xiaoling’s ghost wept silently, mourning the life stolen from her.

Su Yan’s chest ached. Eighteen years old. Just a girl.

Li Qiao’s gaze turned icy. Sometimes, humans were far crueler than ghosts.

“Karma always collects its debts.”

She murmured an incantation, flicking a talisman at Yang Shusen. He screamed, recoiling as the ghostly infant on his shoulder became visible. The man wet himself, thrashing like a madman.

The spirit was bound to him by blood—another of his victims.

Three murders… but we’ve only accounted for two.

Sirens wailed outside.

“Huh? Police?” Su Yan blinked.

“I called them.” Li Qiao straightened. “Reporting crime is every citizen’s duty.”

For some reason, Su Yan imagined a halo glowing above her head.

The officers frowned at the raving Yang Shusen. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Officer,” Li Qiao said sweetly, “he confessed to murder. The body’s buried under the southern road.”

The young cop’s eye twitched at being called “uncle,” but he dispatched a team to excavate the site.

No one understood Yang Shusen’s sudden madness—until Li Qiao said, “This is divine retribution.”

The police exchanged uneasy glances.

They’d handle the legalities, but Li Qiao and Su Yan’s involvement raised questions.

“How did you know about the murder?” an officer pressed.

Li Qiao smiled. “I divined it.”

“…”

Another fraud.

The excavation team soon uncovered a decomposed female corpse—Xiaoling.

Seeing her remains, the ghost felt an invisible shackle break. She knelt before Li Qiao.

“Master, thank you.”

“You missed your reincarnation window,” Li Qiao said. “But your past merits earned you a favor. Next life—a loving family.”

Tears streamed down Xiaoling’s translucent face as she kowtowed.

A portal to the underworld opened. With one last bow, Xiaoling stepped through—finally free.

Golden light shimmered around Li Qiao as celestial merit settled upon her.

Su Yan rubbed his eyes. Did I just see… divine radiance?

“Sister Qiao… is she really gone?”

“Just left. Want to catch up?”

“Hell no!” He shuddered. “But damn, you’ve got connections in the afterlife too?”

Li Qiao strode ahead as Su Yan chattered excitedly. After today, his admiration for her was absolute.

Back at the Li residence, Su Yan’s father summoned him home.

“Gotta run, Sister Qiao! Call me anytime!” He waved dramatically before leaving.

Now infused with cosmic energy, Li Qiao felt invigorated—perfect for crafting an ancestral tablet.

Her woodworking skills were decent, but she lacked quality timber.

Next door, He Jingnian’s bodyguard, He Yi, answered her knock.

“I need to borrow something.”

“Miss Li, please come in. The Ninth Master is inside.”

This was her first time in He Jingnian’s home. Compared to the Li family’s warmth, his estate exuded cold luxury—every detail screamed old-money power.

The man himself sat in the parlor, reading. He arched a brow at her unannounced visit.

“What do you need?”

Her eyes landed on a rosewood side table. “That.”

He Yi gaped. That table was custom-made for He Jingnian by a world-renowned designer. Untouchable to others—yet his master simply nodded.

Since when does the Ninth Master indulge anyone like this?

Li Qiao requested tools and began dismantling the priceless furniture. He Yi nearly fainted, but He Jingnian watched with quiet amusement.

Hours later, Li Qiao emerged—carrying a freshly carved ancestral tablet.

He Jingnian choked on his tea.