After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 8

Gone?

Su Yan stood frozen, still processing his brush with death.

“Qiaoqiao, you…”

This was the first time Li Shaojing truly acknowledged Li Qiao’s abilities.

“Good thing Big Brother kept the talisman on him. Otherwise, tonight… he’d have been dragged off to be a ghost’s husband.”

Su Yan’s handsome face twisted into a bitter grimace at her teasing.

The two men stood side by side, their features strikingly similar. Remembering how she’d addressed them earlier, Su Yan steadied himself. “Jin-ge, this is your sister, Li Qiao?”

“Yeah.”

Su Yan, thrilled to be alive, immediately grabbed Li Qiao’s hands, babbling incoherently.

Unable to tolerate it, Li Shaojing yanked her hands free.

“Talk all you want, but keep your hands to yourself.”

His tone dripped with disdain for Su Yan.

“I—I’m just excited! First time seeing a ghost, first time watching a master exorcise one… Little Sister, from now on, you’re my blood sister!”

She was a powerhouse—one he absolutely had to cling to.

“Su Yan, what nonsense are you spouting? Qiaoqiao is my sister.”

“Don’t be stingy, Jin-ge! We’re sworn brothers—your sister’s mine too.” Su Yan shamelessly claimed kinship.

Li Qiao climbed into the car and called out, “Drive.”

“Coming, Qiao-mei!”

Legs still wobbly, Su Yan scurried over with exaggerated eagerness.

Li Shaojing rolled his eyes and looked away.

—

As the chauffeur, Su Yan chattered nonstop during the ride.

One question burned in his mind: Why had the ghost targeted him?

Li Qiao asked for his birth details, which Su Yan readily provided.

After a quick analysis, she smirked. “Your birth chart is a magnet for ghosts seeking cultivation.”

Li Shaojing chimed in, “So Su Yan’s basically ghost bait from now on?”

“Pretty much.”

Su Yan’s grin vanished.

Turns out, he was a delicacy in the spirit world.

“Save me, Qiao-mei! I don’t wanna die…”

He was young, unmarried—no way was he getting hauled off by ghosts prematurely.

“It’s actually simple: stay out of women’s circles.” Her pointed tone wasn’t lost on him.

Su Yan was a notorious playboy, cycling through women like seasonal outfits.

The ghost had chosen him precisely because he was an easy mark.

To survive, he’d need to reform.

Su Yan pouted. “I might flirt, but I’ve stayed pure—still a virgin!”

“I know.”

Su Yan: ???

Li Shaojing’s dagger-like glare made Su Yan squirm.

“Jin-ge, I literally just met Qiao-mei today!” Su Yan nearly wept. “Qiao-mei, let’s talk this through.”

“A virgin’s energy is prime sustenance for ghosts.” Li Qiao delivered the blow casually.

Su Yan groaned. So his chastity was a liability now?

Fine. He’d sacrifice his virginity—no ghost was claiming it first.

“Don’t bother. Whether you ‘donate’ it or not, ghosts will flock to you. Your birth chart’s that enticing.”

His world went dark.

Then Su Yan remembered the talisman Li Shaojing had used to repel the ghost.

He needed one.

Li Qiao had been waiting for this.

—

Back at the Li residence, Su Yan and Li Qiao exchanged WeChat contacts. He also asked for her bank details.

She handed him a triangular talisman.

Ecstatic, he clutched it. “Qiao-mei, how much?”

Li Qiao held up five fingers. Su Yan instantly understood and transferred the money.

Ding! The payment notification chimed.

Li Qiao stared at the amount, stunned. Su Yan hesitated. “Too little?”

“No!” She’d meant 500 yuan. He’d sent 500,000.

Rich people…

With his talisman secured, Su Yan drove off gleefully.

Li Qiao studied the SMS, deep in thought. Were talismans this lucrative here?

If so, repaying the Li family’s debts—and even building a temple for her sect’s founder—would be easy.

Noticing her shock, Li Shaojing guessed Su Yan had misinterpreted her price.

Tonight’s events had been harrowing.

Retrospect filled Li Shaojing with dread—but also awe at his sister’s prowess.

She’d grown up in the countryside, likely with experiences beyond their understanding.

Regardless, she was his sister. And an extraordinary one at that.

“Qiaoqiao, thank you for saving me today.”

“Just a small thing. Here, Big Brother.” She gave him another talisman. This time, he accepted it solemnly.

Su Yan had paid 500,000 for his. His was free—a sister’s gift. No one else got this privilege.

—

In her room, Li Qiao lay on the bed, sensing a surge of merit descending upon her.

From Su Yan’s gratitude.

Meanwhile, at the Su Residence…

Su Yan rushed to show off his purchase to his father.

Su Jianguo’s roar shook the house: “You paid how much?!”

“500,000! A steal, right?” Su Yan beamed.

“You idiot! Spending my money on scrap paper, then flaunting it?! I ignored your womanizing, but now you’ve lost your damn mind—I’ll beat it back into you!”

Yanking off his leather shoe, Su Jianguo chased his son through the courtyard.

“Dad! This talisman’s from Li Qiao—it repels ghosts! She’s amazing! A ghost attacked me tonight, and she saved my life!”

After Su Yan recounted the events, Su Jianguo finally stopped chasing him.

Panting, the older man frowned. “The girl the Li family just took back?”

“Yeah! Gorgeous and a ghostbuster. No one in our circle compares.”

Su Jianguo’s eye twitched.

Whack! His shoe smacked Su Yan’s backside.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“For being an idiot.” Clearly, his son had a crush on the Li girl—shelling out 500,000 to impress her.

What did I do to deserve this spendthrift?

Exhausted, Su Jianguo finally grilled Su Yan about Li Qiao. Despite his son’s glowing praise, the patriarch remained skeptical.

Ghosts don’t exist.

This was all a Li family scheme.

Drowning in debt, they’d resort to anything for money—even staging a “rescue” to manipulate Su Yan.

A businessman through and through, Su Jianguo saw profit motives everywhere.

Still, Su Yan was his flesh and blood. Though close to Li Shaojing, he needed a warning.

“Stay out of the Li family’s mess.”

“Dad… can’t we help them?” It wasn’t his first time asking.

“It’s not about willingness. The Li family’s survival depends on them, not handouts.”

Money alone couldn’t fix their crisis. Besides…

He’d offered help before. Li Shanchuan had refused.

Su Yan slumped, then perked up. “With Qiao-mei back, the Li family will turn around. I’m sure of it.”

Su Jianguo: “…”

Moron.

The Next Morning…

Descending for breakfast, Li Qiao froze.

Su Yan stood in the foyer, grinning and waving like an overexcited puppy.

“Why are you here?” She blinked.