After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 34

“May your kind words come true, Qiaoqiao!” Mrs. Meng beamed, her fondness for the girl growing by the second. If only she were my daughter!

“Hey! What about me? I’m still trapped here!” Mr. Xue’s voice whined from the haunted doll.

“You ruined the moment,” Mrs. Meng scolded, snatching the doll and smacking it again.

As Mr. Xue yelped comically, the room erupted in laughter.

Inside the hospital room, Li Qiao flicked her fingers. The doll levitated, spinning rapidly mid-air until a talisman smacked onto its forehead. It then dropped to the floor with a thud.

“I—I’m free! Hahaha!” Mr. Xue’s actual voice rang out as he scrambled up, seizing Li Qiao’s hands gratefully. “Master, thank you for saving me! I’ll transfer 10 million as thanks—no amount can repay this!”

Li Qiao awkwardly withdrew her hands. “You’re welcome.”

“Old man, back off,” Mrs. Meng chided, nudging her husband aside. Can’t he see the Li family glaring daggers?

Before leaving, Li Qiao pointed at the doll. “Burn it.”

The accumulated merit from those poor souls was substantial—and now it all flowed into her. Smiling contentedly, she stepped out…

“Mr. He?” Li Qiao blinked in surprise.

He Jingnian turned, a faint smile in his eyes as she bounded over. Behind her, the Li brothers’ frowns deepened.

“Are you unwell?” she asked.

“Visiting a friend. And you?” His gaze briefly flickered to her brothers before he schooled his expression.

“Solving problems.”

Nodding, He Jingnian noticed her suddenly intense stare.

Merits. Her eyes practically sparkled with desire.

“You want merit,” he deduced, amused.

Her eager nod was all the confirmation he needed.

“Very well. A gift for you.”

Waves of golden merit whooshed into her, lighting up her face—and reflecting his own image in her dazzled eyes. His smile widened. Her joy is contagious.

Clasping her hands, Li Qiao bowed. “Thank you, benefactor!”

“The pleasure is mutual.”

“Right, mutual! Well then… drop by for dinner sometime!” Waving goodbye, she watched him leave with He Yi.

Ah, the perks of being fate’s favorite! She sighed enviously. He gives away merit like pocket change.

———

Back home, Li Shaoyang finally blurted out the question haunting him: “What’s your relationship with He Jingnian?”

“He’s my patron. And client.”

“P-patron?!”

“I help him, and he has something I need.” Like an endless supply of merits.

While Li Shaojin and Liu Yusi stayed silent—privy to more details—Li Shaoyang swallowed his curiosity. Mom and bro clearly know something.

Today had rewritten his understanding of reality.

…

Meanwhile, the rescued Mr. Xue endured brutal stomach-pumping at the hospital. Emerging pale and shaky, he leaned on his wife.

“Serves you right for being gluttonous.”

“Wife… I was framed! This isn’t over.” His rage flared at being used as a sacrificial lamb.

Mrs. Meng agreed. An eye for an eye. Winter was coming for the Li family.

The infant-trafficking scandal uncovered grotesque truths:

Elites chasing youth, parents selling children, all orchestrated by Sister Hua. The sorceress died gruesomely in jail—internal rupture, bleeding orifices.

As for participants like the Lis? Their skin shriveled, flesh sloughed off. Unable to die or heal, they became living horrors.

Karma, Ding Xiaozhou later told Li Qiao, was inexorable.

…

That night, Mrs. Meng unleashed the saga in her elite ladies’ group chat. After her thirty-second voice note, reactions flooded in:

[OMG! This is straight out of a horror movie!]

[I was supposed to attend that day—thank Buddha I had cramps!]

[The Lis seemed normal! Who knew they were monsters?]

[@Yusi! Your daughter’s really a mystic?]

[My wrinkle-smoothing talisman was proof!]

[Qiaoqiao was epic! Sending her a red envelope ASAP!]

[Late but—CONFIRMED. Here’s Lin Qiuping’s ‘after’ photo.]

[……]

[……]

[I JUST ATE DINNER YOU DEMON!]

[Holy hell! Is that… her FACE?!]

[Forget youth—she’ll be lucky to live till dawn.]

The group collectively shuddered.

[Ladies, early bedtimes > anti-aging creams.]

[Then donate your new La Mer set to me <3]

[OVER MY DEAD BODY.]

[@Yusi! Add Qiaoqiao to our group! We’re all sweet, classy aunties!]

Liu Yusi consulted Li Qiao, who agreed—albeit nervously. Mom’s circle is literal high society.

Upon joining:

[Welcome, Qiaoqiao! confetti]

[Darling! My son’s a professor—he’ll tutor you! attaches photo + WeChat]

[Shameless! @Qiaoqiao, ignore her. MY son’s a racer—thrills > textbooks!]

[MY son…]

Li Qiao gaped as the chat devolved into a son-showcasing war.

Well… at least their sons are all stupidly handsome.