After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 12

“Your daughter was never meant to die. From now on, her life will be smooth sailing, and she’ll even find a wonderful marriage in the future.”

Li Qiao knew exactly what he was thinking.

Such a master must be befriended at all costs!

“Thank you, Master! Thank you!” The middle-aged man’s eyes welled up with tears. His daughter could recover—she could still be happy.

That alone was enough.

“Miss Li, I… I’m sorry. That day, I shouldn’t have joined the others in mocking you. Please forgive my ignorance.”

Li Qiao tilted her head, studying the young man in front of her.

“Who are you?”

“…”

He had such a handsome face, and she forgot him?!

Unacceptable!

“I’m Shen Kuo—Kuo as in ‘prosperous.’ Jiajia’s cousin.”

“Ohhh—now I remember! You’re the blond guy! When did you dye it back?” She genuinely hadn’t recognized him. Back then, all she remembered was the bright yellow hair.

Who would’ve thought this chestnut-haired boy was the same guy?

Shen Kuo pressed his lips together, barely suppressing the urge to cough up blood.

“Hmph. Yesterday.”

All because she’d muttered, “Blond hair looks awful,” wounding his pride.

He’d dyed it back just to hear her praise him. And yet, she hadn’t even recognized him!

Infuriating!

Shen Juncheng’s lips curled slightly. His youngest son, who feared nothing in this world, had finally met his match.

Amusing.

Meanwhile, the Li family stood frozen in bewilderment.

Shen Kuo took it upon himself to explain.

He’d found his missing cousin entirely thanks to Li Qiao.

As the Lis listened, their emotions surged—pride swelling to its peak.

Qiaoqiao really is incredible!

But gratitude wasn’t the only reason for their visit…

Shen Juncheng had another request:

He wanted Li Qiao to inspect the Shen family’s estate.

Generous compensation guaranteed.

At those last four words, Li Qiao’s eyes sparkled.

Shen Juncheng was briefly taken aback—then charmed by her honesty.

The Shen Estate

Li Qiao followed them to the Shen residence.

Along the way, Shen Kuo kept sneaking glances at her.

“Just say what you want to say,” Li Qiao finally remarked, side-eyeing him.

“You grew up in the countryside. How do you know all this metaphysical stuff?”

He’d been puzzling over it for days.

No logical explanation.

Li Qiao rested her chin on her hand, grinning. “Really wanna know?”

Shen Kuo nodded eagerly.

Was it some miraculous encounter?

“Too bad. Not telling you.”

“…”

Shen Kuo massaged his temples, forcing down his temper.

Confucius was right—women and petty men are impossible to deal with.

Stay calm.

Do. Not. Explode.

Li Qiao, thoroughly entertained, hummed to herself while Shen Juncheng smiled faintly from the passenger seat.

…

Upon arriving at the Shen mansion, Li Qiao’s eyes widened.

Top-tier luxury indeed.

A single floor tile here probably costs more than our family’s wok.

This wasn’t landscaping—it was a walking pile of cash.

But as she walked, her expression grew serious.

“Miss Li, is something wrong?” Shen Juncheng paused when she stopped before the artificial mountain and koi pond.

“The rock formation is too jagged—its sharp edges disrupt the entire courtyard’s harmony. For proper feng shui, it should be rounded. And it shouldn’t be placed due south. East, north, southeast, or southwest would be better.”

Then she peered into the water. “Drain the pond.”

Shen Juncheng immediately ordered it done.

A heavy unease settled in his chest.

When the water finally emptied, the onlookers gasped.

“Steward… when was this carved?!”

“I… I don’t know.”

No one had noticed.

How was this possible?

At the bottom of the pristine pool lay an engraving—a decapitated dragon.

Even those unfamiliar with metaphysics felt a chill.

The dragon, a sacred symbol of fortune, had been beheaded.

Whoever did this wanted blood.

“Master…”

“No need to panic, Patriarch Shen. The intention is simple: they want your entire family dead.”

Shen Juncheng’s breath hitched.

How is that not a reason to panic?!

Someone had marked the Shens for slaughter.

Murderous intent flickered in Shen Juncheng’s eyes. He’d grown too comfortable—given his enemies ideas.

Li Qiao said nothing further.

The patriarch already had a plan.

“Can the feng shui be corrected?”

“Easily.” She pointed out adjustments, which the steward noted meticulously.

Almost instantly, the oppressive weight over Shen Juncheng lifted.

She’s the real deal.

His demeanor shifted—from polite host to humble seeker.

Never offend a true master.

An ally like her is priceless.

Li Qiao had saved the Shens twice now.

She was their benefactor.

His earlier formality melted into warmth.

And when Shen Juncheng transferred 10 million yuan without hesitation, Li Qiao’s smile could’ve outshone the sun.

Now this is generosity.

In return, she handed him a talisman.

“This will save your life in a crisis.”

Shen Juncheng pocketed it like sacred treasure.

Meanwhile, Shen Kuo stared at her, eyes screaming:

Where’s mine?!

Li Qiao pretended not to notice.

After a brief exchange, she prepared to leave—with Shen Kuo as her chauffeur.

Why did Father get one and not me?!

So unfair.

He sulked silently, too proud to beg but dying for her to notice.

“Young Master Shen, your pout could hang a teapot,” Li Qiao teased.

“Hmph!”

“Ten million doesn’t buy two talismans?”

“Your father paid, not you.”

“Then let me buy one!” He flashed his most charming grin.

Li Qiao chuckled. “You don’t need it.”

“Why not?! Nobody’s life is perfect!”

“Yours is.”

“…What?”

“You’ll sail through life without a single setback. And if trouble ever finds you, a noble savior will appear.”

Honestly? Even I’m a little jealous of his luck.

Shen Kuo’s gloom vanished instantly.

My fortune’s that good?

Memories resurfaced:

• As a kid, he’d been the only one standing on intact ice after a frozen river cracked beneath his friends.
• A deranged horse had kicked his companion into the dirt—while he walked away unscathed.

The evidence was undeniable.

By the time they drove off, he was whistling cheerfully.

“Stop the car.”

“Huh?”

Li Qiao hopped out before he could react. “Go back. I spotted an acquaintance.”

Without another word, she strode toward a neon-lit entertainment venue—”Nightless Empire.”

Her father had just walked in.