After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 127

“Song-Song, Song-Song…”

“You can all go to hell.” Sun Ying struck with ruthless cruelty.

News of the homicide in the Li family soon reached Li Qiao’s ears.

The information was brought back by Li Shaojin.

Li Jianqiang and his family of three were all dead, with Sun Ying as the perpetrator. It was said that when the police arrived, the state of the three victims was gruesome, while Sun Ying remained eerily calm, smiling the entire time.

When the police arrived, she cooperated without resistance and left with them.

Just like that, the entire Li family was utterly finished.

The Li Corporation could only be carved up by others.

However, the Li family still left behind a considerable fortune, which the collateral branches of the family were eager to divide.

It was at this time that Li Jianqiang’s illegitimate son came forward.

The assets had to be distributed, but after that, Li Qiao heard nothing more about the Li family.

She no longer cared.

After delivering pork bone soup to He Jingnian for ten consecutive days, He Jingnian finally couldn’t take it anymore.

The mere smell of it now made him nauseous.

“Qiaoqiao… I’m already fully recovered.”

“Some extra nourishment never hurts.”

“That’s really unnecessary. I’m perfectly fine now. Qiaoqiao, it’s time we visited the He family ancestral hall.”

When He Jingnian brought up the ancestral hall, Li Qiao studied him for a moment before nodding in agreement.

The He family ancestral hall was not in the capital.

“When should we leave?” He Jingnian asked.

“Tonight.”

“Good, I’ll make the arrangements.”

That evening, Li Qiao finally learned how He Jingnian had arranged things—a helicopter was ready to take them to Qingshui Town.

Li Shaoyu rushed out with a bag, shouting, “I’m coming too!”

He was determined to keep an eye on He Jingnian.

The group boarded the helicopter and set off for Qingshui Town.

During the journey, Li Shaoyu kept shooting subtle, suspicious glances at He Jingnian.

After they left, Jian Lanfeng arrived.

“Where’s Li Qiao?”

Li Shaojin glanced up at the sky. “She’s gone.”

Jian Lanfeng, standing in place, pressed his lips together in silence. Sensing his unusual demeanor, Li Shaojin said, “I remember you were always most focused on your work, Lanfeng. Overthinking won’t help—stay dedicated to your career.”

“Shao Jin, I’m just concerned about Li Qiao. She’s the fiancée I’ve been thinking about for over twenty years.” Jian Lanfeng forced a light tone, but his words struck a heavy chord in Li Shaojin’s heart.

“Qiaoqiao is still young. Childhood promises shouldn’t be taken seriously.”

“But I took them seriously.”

With that, Jian Lanfeng strode away. Li Shaojin stared after him, lost in thought.

What a mess this was turning into.

“He’s gone,” Liu Yusi said as she approached.

Li Shaojin nodded. “Mom, I think Jian Lanfeng might actually be serious.”

Liu Yusi sighed. “That boy really is a good match, but I can tell Qiaoqiao doesn’t like him. It’s all because of that arranged marriage pact—go talk to your father about it. He’s the one who caused this trouble for Qiaoqiao.”

Inside the house, Li Shanchuan sneezed.

Who was bad-mouthing him?

When Liu Yusi and Li Shaojin both fixed him with icy glares, Li Shanchuan gave an awkward laugh. “What did I do wrong?”

“It’s all your fault for insisting on arranging that marriage pact for Qiaoqiao back then!”

“Huh? How is this my fault? Grandpa was involved too! Dad, save me—!”

Liu Yusi chased after him with a feather duster.

In the tea room, Old Master Li’s hand paused mid-sip.

He thought he’d heard his son calling for help.

Must be his imagination—age really was catching up with him, and his hearing wasn’t what it used to be.

Li Shaojin, however, felt this was no trivial matter. Once Qiaoqiao returned, he’d have to have a serious talk with her about Jian Lanfeng.

Meanwhile, at an entertainment club—

Jiang Feng and Song Jinzhao pushed open the door, only to be hit by a thick cloud of smoke.

“Damn, Lanfeng, what’s going on? You’re a doctor—you’re supposed to protect your throat. Are you out of your mind today?” Song Jinzhao coughed.