After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 72

“Why are you back now? Don’t you have work tomorrow? Every day you waste is money lost—what exactly are you trying to do?” Old Mrs. Wang struck first, launching into a litany of complaints.

“Mom… where did you get so much money?” Wang Tao stared at the two stacks of cash on the bed—at least 100,000 yuan!

He knew exactly how much the family had.

This money made him suspicious.

Wang Jia, however, had no patience for this. Tears streaming down her face, she demanded, “Where are Xiaobao and Xiaobei?”

“They’re at your great-aunt’s place. She missed them. Wang Jia, what’s with that tone? You think I didn’t take good care of your kids? Wang Tao—look at your wife! She’s doubting her own child’s grandmother!”

Old Mrs. Wang was a shrew, an expert at making scenes.

Seeing her son’s disbelief, she threw herself onto the floor, kicking her legs and pounding her chest.

“Heavens above! I raised a son for nothing! Now he and his wife gang up on this old woman—”

As expected, Wang Tao’s resolve wavered.

Maybe the master was wrong!

“Honey…”

“Shut up! Today, no matter what, I’m seeing Xiaobao and Xiaobei. Tell me—where are my children?”

Wang Jia, tears falling, grabbed Old Mrs. Wang’s arm with a ferocity that startled everyone.

From the doorway, Li Qiao observed the chaos with detached calm.

“Even now, you won’t tell the truth?”

The wailing old woman froze. She glared at Li Qiao. “You! You’re the one poisoning my family! How could you trust an outsider over your own kin?”

“The master wouldn’t lie to me. If you don’t hand over Xiaobao and Xiaobei today, this isn’t over.”

“Wang Jia, you ungrateful wretch! I’m your mother-in-law! As a daughter-in-law, you should obey me, serve me, earn money for me! I’m your elder!”

She wielded her status as an elder like a weapon, bullying Wang Jia for years. Only now did Wang Jia realize—no matter how much she endured, it would never be enough.

“Mom, just tell us the truth. Where are my kids?”

“You dare question me, you unfilial brat!”

Wang Tao’s face darkened at the insult.

Li Qiao’s gaze settled on a corner of the room.

“Counting the money you got from killing your own grandchildren—does it feel good? I wonder if their vengeful spirits will come for you.”

“Master… what did you say?” Wang Jia rushed to Li Qiao, tears streaming.

Old Mrs. Wang turned deathly pale, her eyes wide with terror.

“Lies! Tao’er, don’t believe her! I’m their grandmother—why would I hurt them?”

“Mom… why are you so nervous? What are you afraid of?”

Wang Tao’s voice was hollow.

The old woman shifted uncomfortably but doubled down.

She was a convincing actress.

Li Qiao laid out the truth, and the couple felt as if thunder had struck them.

Living sacrifices?

A ritual offering?

Wang Jia couldn’t believe it.

She collapsed into Wang Tao’s arms, dizzy with shock.

“My babies… my babies! Why? They were your own flesh and blood! How could you?!”

Suddenly, she shoved Wang Tao aside and lunged at Old Mrs. Wang, hands around her throat.

“You… evil… witch… cough… hel-help me—”

The old woman flailed wildly.

Just then, Old Mr. Wang and Wang Miao returned. Seeing the scene, they yanked Wang Jia away.

With backup, Old Mrs. Wang regained her bravado.

“Dad! Big Brother! Those were my children!” Wang Tao cried in agony.

“Wang Tao, you need proof before accusing Mom. She’s our mother,” Wang Miao said coldly.

“You want proof? Fine—here it is!”

Li Qiao waved a hand, and two ghostly figures materialized in the corner.

“Ah—!”

“Ghosts! Ghosts! Stay away! I didn’t kill you! Go away!”

“Xiaobao, Xiaobei… I’m Grandpa… don’t hurt me…”

Wang Tao and Wang Jia turned ashen.

Their children… were really dead?

Wang Jia rushed to embrace them but passed right through.

Tears poured down her face.

“Xiaobao… Xiaobei… It’s Mama… Mama’s here—”

Her entire body trembled.

“Master, please—save my children!” Wang Tao dropped to his knees before Li Qiao.

She looked at the two lifeless spirits and sighed. “The dead cannot return. I’m sorry.”

Rage filled Wang Tao’s eyes as he turned on his family.

“Second Brother, what are you doing? We’re your parents! Your brother!”

Old Mr. Wang couldn’t meet his son’s murderous glare.

“Why? How could you do this? They were your grandchildren!” Wang Jia screamed.

Seeing the ghosts were harmless, Old Mrs. Wang regained her arrogance.

“Useless, ungrateful trash! My Wang Miao is the only one who made something of himself—a beautiful, capable wife, smart kids. And you? Living in some city slum, driving for scraps, working as a maid—disgraceful!

“Hah! At least those brats earned some money for you. Be grateful! So what if you lost two kids? You’re young—just make more!”

Her words were ice-cold, devoid of remorse.

Two lives meant nothing to her.

Something in Wang Tao and Wang Jia snapped.

“Heaven above! If I’m struck by lightning today, so be it—I’ll die without regret!”

“Give me back my children—!”

Husband and wife charged, and the room erupted in screams.

“You beast! I’m your mother! Ah—my face! It hurts!”

“Brother! Spare me! I was wrong!”

“You damned fool!”

Their curses filled the air.

Li Qiao listened impassively from outside.

The villagers had heard everything—how they’d sold two children for profit.

Monsters.

“Young friend, if they die, those children will bear karmic debt,” Elder Qingxu said quietly. Though he despised the family, he worried for the spirits.

Li Qiao knew. She’d let the couple vent—but only so far.

“Second Brother, President Ye—go in. Don’t let them die.”

As for the children—

A car pulled up.

Yang Mao and Ye Sen stepped out.

“You—why are you here?”

Ye Sen paled.

Yang Mao smirked. “Young Master Ye, relax. They’re no match for me.”

“Oh? Long time no see… Shidi.”