After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 110

Regret!

Old Madam Liu was consumed by regret. Why had she abandoned her own daughter and doted on that venomous woman instead?

“Yusi… my Yusi…”

As if struck by a devastating blow, she ran out in anguish.

Qing University.

When Li Qiao appeared on campus with Song Xianchuan, they drew quite a few curious glances from students. Many enthusiastically greeted Song Xianchuan—he was clearly well-liked at the university.

Li Qiao clicked her tongue in amusement. “Now I understand why Wang Ruonan was so obsessed with you, Professor Song. You really are quite the catch.”

With his looks, height, intellect, and family background, he was practically at the top of the social pyramid.

Song Xianchuan couldn’t help but laugh, though he also felt a little embarrassed at being complimented by a young girl. It was… awkward.

“Don’t let your imagination run wild with nonsense,” he chided lightly.

Li Qiao grinned, her eyes teasing as she studied him. He couldn’t handle her playful jabs.

The two soon arrived at Song Xianchuan’s dorm—a clean, well-furnished two-bedroom apartment with a private kitchen and bathroom. Best of all, it had a large bay window with a stunning view of the university’s famous Mirror Lake.

Now this is what I call a dorm!

As Li Qiao admired the place, Song Xianchuan asked, “Do I need to search through everything?”

“No need.”

She had already spotted the source of the dark energy. Walking over to his desk, she pulled out a book from the stack and retrieved a bamboo bookmark tucked between its pages.

The sharp tip of the bookmark was stained with a faint trace of red.

“Your blood.”

“Yes… I accidentally pricked my finger on a splinter when I first used it. But… it’s just a small bamboo bookmark. How could it—?”

“Never underestimate small objects. The most inconspicuous things often cause the greatest harm.” Precisely because they were overlooked, they could do damage unnoticed.

“Where did this bookmark come from?”

“A student gave it to me for Teacher’s Day. None of the gifts were expensive, but this one looked unique, so I used it.” He had received many presents from students that day, and he couldn’t remember who had given him this one.

But there was someone who might know.

Song Xianchuan immediately contacted his class monitor, who had helped deliver the gifts. He sent a photo of the bookmark.

[Professor, that was handmade by Wang Ruonan.]

Wang Ruonan again.

Song Xianchuan’s stomach churned as he stared at the bookmark.

“Li Qiao, what do we do now? Destroy it?”

“No. This isn’t an ordinary bookmark. It carries both your blood and Wang Ruonan’s—you’ve formed a symbiotic bond through it. Worse, the bamboo itself was nourished by corpses. Tell me… didn’t you notice a particular scent coming from it?”

Li Qiao’s sudden question made his heart drop.

Of course he had noticed. At one point, he had even found the fragrance strangely intoxicating.

“That scent… is it dangerous?”

“Not a huge problem. Just the smell of corpses.”

“…”

Corpse fragrance?

Song Xianchuan’s expression twisted in horror.

Seeing his fear, Li Qiao reassured him, “It’s manageable. We just need to find the source. Let’s go—I’ll need an old friend’s help to resolve this.”

“Who?”

“Abbot Qingxu!”

Li Qiao sent the Taoist master a text. This situation was more serious than she had thought.

There were connections between Li Youwei’s ghost, the corpse scent at the fishing spot where President Yang and President Qin had been, and now Wang Ruonan’s involvement.

What was the mastermind’s real goal?

Twenty minutes later, Abbot Qingxu arrived. They had already discussed most of the details over WeChat.

The old Taoist’s expression was grave. “Little friend, I suspect this runs deeper than we think.”

“…” No kidding.

“The biggest problem lies with the Li family.” Before coming, he had examined the Li family’s fortune—it was on the verge of collapse.

The sudden decline was shocking.

Initially, the Li family’s luck had been soaring, a sign that the mystic master they employed had been genuinely helping them. But now, it seemed otherwise.

Song Xianchuan remained silent.

Abbot Qingxu studied him, and when his gaze landed on Song Xianchuan’s eyes, he recoiled in shock.

“A gu curse!”

“Good eye,” Li Qiao praised.

The old man chuckled. “I’ve traveled far and wide in my youth and seen many types of gu. This one is a共生 (symbiotic) gu, isn’t it?”

He had once encountered it in the southern frontiers.

But—

A symbiotic gu was not easy to break.

Worse, someone had also cast mystic arts on Song Xianchuan.

This poor kid.

Still, no matter how bad his situation was, it couldn’t compare to He Jingnian’s—that guy had his fate and fortune stolen outright. Once taken, he wouldn’t just die; his soul would be erased from reincarnation.

…..

Next, Li Qiao sent someone to the Li residence to inform Sun Ying, Li Youwei’s birth mother, about her daughter’s fate.

She was certain Sun Ying would come.

All they had to do was wait.

The three of them headed to the meeting spot and settled in.

“Little friend, do you think she’ll show?”

“She will.”

Song Xianchuan watched Li Qiao’s back silently, impressed.

About ten minutes later, Sun Ying’s car pulled up.

The woman stepped out, her expression dark. “You’re Li Qiao.”

“I am.”

“My daughter was killed by the Jian family. How dare you claim they’re innocent?” Sun Ying’s face was haggard, her eyes swollen from crying.

“The Jians had no feud with the Lis. They had no motive to kill your daughter.”

“What do you know?!” Sun Ying snarled. “The Jians are a family of madmen! They’re capable of anything!”

“The real killer is someone else,” Li Qiao stated firmly.

Sun Ying frowned, anger flashing in her eyes. “Do you have proof? Who is it?”

“The mystic master your family employs.”

“Impossible!” Sun Ying instantly rejected the idea.

“Well, not just him. Someone closer to you. The Li family has three sons—your late husband was the eldest, and you only had Li Youwei. The third son died young, so who does that leave? The one who benefits the most is the culprit.”

Sun Ying’s eyes widened.

A name surfaced in her mind.

No…

Li Jianqiang was Youwei’s own uncle.

How could he hurt her?

After her husband’s death, Li Jianqiang had always looked after her and her daughter. In her eyes, he was a kind man.

Seeing her disbelief, Li Qiao handed her a talisman.

“Your daughter’s spirit is trapped in that mystic master’s room. Her soul is already damaged. If she doesn’t move on soon, she’ll be doomed to wander as a lonely ghost forever. Stick this talisman on yourself when you go home. It’ll let you see Li Youwei’s spirit. Ask her yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Sun Ying’s hands trembled as she took the talisman.

Li Qiao’s words had struck deep.

Her daughter…

After Sun Ying left, Abbot Qingxu couldn’t resist asking, “What kind of talisman was that?”

“A Heavenly Eye Talisman.”

“Y-You—! If she opens her Heavenly Eye, she’ll see all sorts of spirits! What if she dies of fright?!”