After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 112

Wang Ruonan’s eyes widened in shock, a fierce glint hidden within them: “What do you know?”

“Hmph!”

Suddenly, a talisman appeared in Li Qiao’s hand. At the sight of it, Wang Ruonan staggered back in terror.

No!

Outside, Liu Yusi and Mrs. Yang waited anxiously, their eyes fixed on the closed door.

“Will Qiaoqiao be alright?” Mrs. Yang fretted.

“She will be. Trust her,” Liu Yusi replied.

She had full faith in her own daughter.

When Song Xianchuan appeared, the two women hurried over: “Where’s Qiaoqiao?”

“She already left.”

“What?”

They hadn’t even noticed when Qiaoqiao had slipped away.

Li Qiao, who had gone out to pursue the evil entity, returned empty-handed.

Had the creature vanished from here?

Li Qiao stared at the imposing mansion ahead, wondering whose it was.

Just then, a car pulled up beside her.

“Well, well, princess, your chariot awaits~”

Li Qiao: “…” That really wasn’t necessary.

Once inside the car, Li Qiao raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”

“Just passing by.”

“Whose house is that?” Li Qiao pointed to the grand mansion. Xu Tong glanced over and said, “The Mu family. They’re quite low-key, an old-money dynasty, though they’ve been declining in recent years.”

“You know a lot.”

“Hmph, there’s nothing I don’t know.”

Li Qiao had been waiting for that very claim. She said, “Then look into who the Li family’s celestial master is. I need detailed information!”

This—

“I’ve actually tried before, but I couldn’t dig up anything concrete. All I know is that the Li family started venerating their celestial master a decade ago. That person has never been seen in public.”

As for anything more specific, Xu Tong couldn’t uncover it.

Li Qiao studied Xu Tong. “If you can’t find out, maybe someone else can.”

“Hey, who could possibly have better intel than me? Li Qiao, are you looking down on me?”

“You said it, not me.”

“…”

Hmph! A real man doesn’t argue with a woman!

Back at Yushui Bay, Li Qiao promptly transferred eight yuan to Xu Tong.

“Fare.”

Xu Tong’s expression twisted through a range of emotions before he gritted out, “I really… appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“…” She really was treating him like a chauffeur. Infuriating! But what could he do? She was his lifesaver—what else could he do but indulge her?

After Xu Tong left, He Yi from next door happened to lock eyes with Li Qiao as he stepped out.

His face lit up with exaggerated concern: “Miss Li, you’re finally back! The Ninth Master has been waiting for you… He had another episode last night.”

He Yi put on a mournful expression, his acting skills in full swing.

“I’ll go check on him.”

“Right this way!” He Yi said eagerly, then immediately sighed under Li Qiao’s scrutinizing gaze.

Li Qiao suppressed an eye roll. He Yi was quite the performer.

In the tearoom, Li Qiao found He Jingnian reclining in a lounge chair, eyes closed.

Hearing footsteps, he said, “He Yi, I’m not hungry.”

His tone carried a hint of irritation. Li Qiao continued forward.

“I said—”

He Jingnian’s eyes snapped open, meeting Li Qiao’s gaze.

Visibly, his expression softened.

“Mr. He, He Yi said you’re not feeling well. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing serious.”

Li Qiao examined him, then asked when they’d be visiting the He family ancestral hall.

“Three days from now.”

“Good.” She checked the Five Emperor Coins bracelet on his wrist—still intact.

Soon after, He Yi appeared. “Ninth Master, we have a guest.”

He Jingnian and Li Qiao descended the stairs one after the other. A man stood in the living room with his back to them.

There was something oddly familiar about his silhouette. Li Qiao frowned.