After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 79

Shocked!

Ye Chu clutched her stinging cheek, tears streaming down her face. “Juncheng, why? What does she have that I don’t?”

Being slapped in front of so many people made her feel as if her dignity had been trampled into the dirt.

“You’re inferior to her in every way. Don’t ever step foot in the Shen residence again.”

Those words shattered all of Ye Chu’s hopes. She hadn’t even become the mistress of the Shen family yet!

Panic set in.

Her pleading fell on deaf ears—Shen Juncheng was unmoved.

“Oho~ Looks like someone’s dream of becoming a wealthy madam just went up in smoke,” Shen Kuo gloated.

“Take her away,” Shen Juncheng ordered, ignoring her desperate cries.

Li Qiao silently observed the drama before finally speaking up.

All three turned to look at her.

Shen Kuo’s face fell. Was she seriously about to play the saint now?

“She can’t leave.”

“Why not?” Shen Kuo pressed.

“Where’s her room?”

“Second floor,” Shen Juncheng replied.

No one knew what Li Qiao was planning, but the moment her room was mentioned, Ye Chu grew visibly tense.

The situation felt all too familiar.

Shen Juncheng immediately led everyone upstairs, where the servants searched her room and found a locked cabinet.

Shen Kuo grabbed an axe and smashed it open!

Inside sat a pitch-black statue of a Buddha, its eyes a sinister red.

Anyone who saw it would feel a chill crawl down their spine.

“Ye Chu, what were you planning to do with this?” Shen Juncheng had dominated the business world for decades—there was no dirty trick he hadn’t encountered.

His piercing gaze, honed by years of authority, was suffocating.

Ye Chu knew his temperament all too well.

If he found out the truth…

Her legs trembled as she desperately denied it. “I—I just used it for luck!”

“More like stealing luck—specifically, Shen Juncheng’s luck,” Li Qiao stated.

Ye Chu’s face paled in horror.

“Stealing luck? Hah! Dad, take a good look at your woman—she was trying to kill you!” Shen Kuo deliberately twisted the knife.

Shen Juncheng’s expression darkened like a storm.

“No! That’s not true! Don’t listen to her nonsense!”

“Idiot,” Shen Kuo spat. Ye Chu seethed but didn’t dare retort.

Shen Juncheng then questioned whether the recent Feng Shui issues in the Ye family were connected to her.

Li Qiao confirmed his suspicions.

In a flash, Shen Juncheng grabbed Ye Chu by the throat. “Talk. Who put you up to this?”

His grip was ironclad. Ye Chu gasped for air, certain she was about to die.

Fear consumed her.

“I—I’ll talk… It was… Shen Junpei…”

Father and son shared identical grim expressions.

Shen Junpei—Shen Juncheng’s own younger brother by blood.

He actually wanted him dead.

The betrayal cut deep. Shen Juncheng had always treated his brother like a son, doting on him despite their ten-year age gap.

And in return? Shen Junpei wanted him gone.

Shen Kuo felt a pang of worry. Would his father be able to handle such treachery?

Truthfully, Shen Kuo had never liked Shen Junpei. His uncle’s smile was always too fake.

But his father had always trusted him.

Standing before the eerie statue, Shen Juncheng’s gaze turned icy. “Master Li, I have a request.”

“Speak.”

“Return the favor in kind.”

Li Qiao agreed without hesitation.

This man’s heart had been thoroughly broken.

As for the statue? He ordered it sent straight to Shen Junpei.

Ye Chu was dragged away.

Shen Juncheng slumped onto the sofa, his spirit visibly drained.

Despite everything, Shen Kuo resisted the urge to kick him while he was down. “Plenty of fish in the sea. If this one didn’t work out, find another. It’s not like you haven’t been doing that all these years anyway. Mom’s probably rolling in her grave by now.”

Li Qiao: “…” What a filial son.

Shen Juncheng looked ready to slap him.

Ever since Shen Kuo’s mother passed, Shen Juncheng had never been short of female company.

“Li Qiao, read his fortune. Will he ever find true love again?”

Shen Kuo didn’t want to see his father bring home another woman.

As long as none of them moved in, he couldn’t care less about his father’s affairs.

Under Shen Juncheng’s expectant gaze, Li Qiao studied him carefully.

The man was undeniably handsome—no wonder Shen Kuo was so good-looking too.

With wealth, power, looks, and a great physique, he had everything women adored.

The quintessential “uncle” type young girls swooned over.

Not her type, though. She preferred—

An image of He Jingnian suddenly flashed through her mind.

Li Qiao quickly shook it off.

“The lines in Master Shen’s marriage sector are broken. He won’t find a true partner again, but his romantic prospects will never dry up.”

Shen Juncheng: “…”

Shen Kuo: “…” Ugh.

His disdain for his father grew even stronger.

Having a playboy for a dad was exhausting.

Shen Juncheng retreated to his study, his mood undoubtedly complex.

Only then did Li Qiao turn her attention to Shen Kuo.

“The other day, I saw Li Youwei with Li Songsong. They’re cousins. Li Qiao, you should be careful—Li Songsong is bad news. Rumor has it the Li family has a Feng Shui master on their payroll, and he’s no joke.”

“…How do you know there’s bad blood between me and Li Songsong?”

Shen Kuo crossed his legs defensively. “You’re the Shen family’s savior. Of course I keep tabs on anything related to you.”

As for how he knew? That was none of her business.

Since he wouldn’t elaborate, Li Qiao dropped it.

The Li family’s Feng Shui master piqued her interest.

Last time, she’d slapped Li Songsong with a ghost-attracting talisman. The “expert” they’d consulted was likely this very master.

Things were getting more interesting!

“Got it. Thanks for the heads-up.”

“That’s it?” Shen Kuo grumbled.

“What else do you want?”

“A protection charm!”

“So that’s your real goal,” Li Qiao saw right through him.

He huffed in confirmation. The reason he wanted one was because he was going on a wilderness trip tomorrow.

“You coming?”

“Where to?”

“Wuxi Mountain.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Li Qiao’s gaze locked onto his face.

His fortune had shifted so drastically—and so fast!

Tsk tsk tsk.

Her enigmatic expression put Shen Kuo on edge.

He wasn’t worried about running into ghosts—Li Qiao had once told him he was incredibly lucky. Even if he did encounter spirits, a savior would appear to turn his misfortune around.

Li Qiao pulled a protection charm from her pocket and handed it over.

The moment he took it, Shen Kuo’s face lit up.

Then, to his surprise, she pulled out two more and pressed them into his hand.

With a solemn pat on his shoulder, she said, “Stay safe, kid. I believe in you.”

And with that, Li Qiao left the Shen residence.

Leaving a thoroughly bewildered Shen Kuo behind.

As soon as Li Qiao stepped out of the Shen estate, a luxury car screeched to a halt in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing a strikingly handsome but panicked face.

“Li Qiao, I’m Jiang Feng—Lan Feng’s sworn brother. He’s in trouble!”

“Why come to me?”

“Lan Feng sent me a message—begging you to save him.”