After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 68

“Who the hell do you think you are, lecturing me?”

Ye Sen, who prided himself as the nephew of President Ye, had always been lawless and never cared about anyone else.

“Ye Sen, shut up. Shaoyang is my business partner. Think before you speak.”

President Ye’s tone was impatient.

Since when did Uncle partner with someone like this?

Ye Sen had no idea. Suppressing the murderous glint in his eyes, he fell silent.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao stood beneath the bridge. President Ye approached her and asked, “Is there something wrong here?”

“Dig.”

Li Qiao pointed to the center of the bridge.

Without hesitation, President Ye called over two workers with shovels, and they began digging vigorously. They had no idea what they were looking for.

On the shore, Ye Sen’s face twisted with irritation.

“Uncle, how can you listen to her? This is the feng shui we set up beforehand. Digging it up will ruin everything!”

He tried to stop them.

Li Qiao ignored him and instructed, “Keep digging deeper.”

Li Shaoyang, standing nearby, joined in.

Ye Sen, growing more frantic, clenched his phone and kept glancing behind him.

In the distance, headlights brightened as a car approached.

Ye Sen’s face lit up. “Uncle! Grandpa’s here! Stop digging, now!”

At his command, his men rushed to halt the excavation.

A white-haired old man stepped out of the luxury car. His mere presence exuded authority.

“Grandpa, you’re finally here!” Ye Sen hurried over cheerfully.

“Dad, why are you here so late?” President Ye’s expression darkened as he shot a glare at Ye Sen. He had gone behind his back to summon the old man.

“If Xiao Sen hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known you were messing around here. Zhengfei, you know better than anyone—in our line of work, tampering with feng shui is a death sentence.”

“Dad, our project has been plagued with problems. That’s why I brought in a master today.”

President Ye introduced Li Qiao.

The old man scrutinized her, his eyes flashing with disdain.

“A young girl as a metaphysics master? Zhengfei, what nonsense is this?”

“Grandpa, Uncle’s been fooled by her! She wants to ruin our feng shui. This project is crucial to the government. If anything goes wrong, the Ye family—”

He left the threat hanging. Old Master Ye’s face darkened.

“The Ye family’s reputation is at stake. No one touches this feng shui.”

Ye Sen smirked triumphantly.

“I disagree.”

President Ye stood firm.

Li Qiao had seen enough.

“Old Master Ye, if you stop me today, this bridge will never be completed. Right now, it’s just the bridge. In another day, it’ll be human lives.”

Her tone was calm, but her words struck like a blade.

The Ye family glared at her—except for President Ye, who watched with genuine curiosity.

Ignoring the hostility, Li Qiao pointed at the excavation site.

“The answer is right here. Whether you dig or not is up to you.”

It wasn’t her project, after all. She wasn’t in a hurry.

“No! You can’t dig! You can’t!” Ye Sen shouted in panic.

The only one who could stop this now was Old Master Ye.

“Grandpa, don’t let them! If the feng shui is ruined, the Ye family is doomed! Don’t listen to this brat’s nonsense!”

Ye Sen was desperate.

But President Ye, a seasoned businessman, sensed something was wrong.

“Dig.” His voice was firm.

Old Master Ye stared at him.

“And if this backfires?”

“Dad, I trust the master.”

Li Qiao glanced at President Ye, impressed.

What a cunning old fox.

“I’ll give you a definitive answer.”

With that, she directed the workers to keep digging.

Ye Sen clenched his fists, his eyes glinting viciously under the lights.

“There’s something… There’s really something here!”

“We cleared this area before. How is this here?”

“Pull it out!”

“Qiaoqiao… It’s a jar. A big one.”

Li Shaoyang and the others hauled out a large urn.

“How did this get here?” President Ye was baffled.

A jar this size should’ve been spotted during construction.

“President Ye, I swear we cleared everything. I don’t know how this got here!”

The workers were just as confused.

Li Qiao said, “Open it.”

As the two men moved to lift the lid, she suddenly added, “Actually… never mind. Go ahead.”

Li Shaoyang’s heart dropped. He stepped back, staying close to Li Qiao.

At least Second Brother is smart enough to listen. She smiled faintly.

The other two pried open the lid—and screamed.

“People… dead people! Two of them!”

President Ye rushed forward. When he saw the pair of children—a boy and a girl—inside, his face paled.

Even Old Master Ye, who had weathered countless storms, trembled.

“Did you do this?” he demanded.

“No!” President Ye denied immediately.

“Qiaoqiao, what is this? Why are there children under the bridge?” Li Shaoyang was horrified. Who would do this to kids?

Li Qiao’s gaze swept over Ye Sen’s panicked face.

“Human sacrifice piling.”

Her three words sent shockwaves through the crowd.

The Ye family was in construction. They knew exactly what “human sacrifice piling” meant.

That was why Old Master Ye had immediately suspected President Ye.

“Qiaoqiao, what’s the connection between the piling and these children?” Li Shaoyang asked.

“Human sacrifice piling, also called ‘borrowing souls for pillars,’ was first recorded in the Lu Ban Manual. It’s an ancient, barbaric construction ritual—offering living sacrifices to ‘deities’ to protect the project and avoid disrupting local feng shui.”

The crowd stood frozen.

Li Shaoyang’s eyes burned with fury. “This is murder! Killing innocent children for selfish gain—how could a project like this ever succeed?”

“Trapping souls under a bridge is a vile, ineffective practice. Only a fool would believe in it. And now, look what’s happened.”

Li Qiao’s tone was calm, but her words were sharp. Ye Sen’s face cycled through shades of rage and fear.

He knew she was mocking him.

With the bridge’s repeated accidents and her warning about impending human casualties, President Ye couldn’t afford to dismiss Li Qiao.

“Master, are these incidents connected to… them?” He gestured at the urn, his voice heavy.

“Yes.”

“Do you know who did this?” President Ye’s gaze sharpened. He already had a guess—but he needed Li Qiao to confirm it.

“I do. And that person is standing right here.” She turned to Ye Sen. “Isn’t that right, Young Master Ye Sen?”

He exploded. “You’re framing me! Grandpa! Uncle! Don’t listen to her lies! It wasn’t me!”