After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 87

“This is not a place for you to cause trouble.” Assistant Liang’s voice was calm and indifferent, as if stating a simple fact.

“Pah! Who the hell do you think you are? Mind your own business! Li Qiao, Liu Yusī, Song Xi—you bitches better come out right now! I’ll expose all the disgusting things you’ve done!”

The shrill voice was especially grating.

Assistant Liang: “Throw him out.”

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, seized Liu Yusheng, and began dragging him away.

“Li Qiao, you worthless trash! Quit hiding—face me like a man!”

Even as he was being hauled off, Liu Yusheng twisted his head back, spewing curses—until a hand clamped over his mouth.

“Smack! Smack! Smack!…”

The blows rained down mercilessly, and Liu Yusheng’s face swelled rapidly before their eyes.

Dizzy from the beating, he could barely speak, his mouth filling with the metallic tang of blood. “Stop… I was wrong… You’ll kill me! Agh—no more, please!”

“Smack!” Assistant Liang delivered another ruthless backhand, sending Liu Yusheng crashing to the ground, a tooth flying loose.

Coolly, he ordered, “Keep going.”

The bodyguards resumed their assault, kicking and punching until Liu Yusheng’s face was a bruised, swollen mess.

“Y-You… How dare you treat me like this? I’m from the Liu family! Liu Yusī is my older sister!” he spat out with difficulty.

What a joke—now he was claiming family ties?

Having worked alongside Shen Juncheng for years, Assistant Liang had seen every kind of scum. A despicable coward like this deserved every hit.

He strode forward, driving a knee into Liu Yusheng’s stomach, making him double over in agony.

“The Liu family is indeed influential,” Assistant Liang said tonelessly, staring down at him like he was already dead. “But today, you crossed the wrong person. The ones our family head protects are not to be insulted by the likes of you. This, Liu Yusheng, is the price of provoking him.”

“Who the hell is your ‘family head’? Some nobody?”

“Fool. Our family head is Shen Juncheng of the Shen family.”

At those words, Liu Yusheng’s pupils shrank violently, a wave of terror crashing through him.

“No! You’re lying! There’s no way Li Qiao has any connection to Chairman Shen. You’re bluffing!”

“Heh.” Assistant Liang smirked. “Believe what you want.”

With that, the bodyguards hauled Liu Yusheng away and tossed him out of Yushui Bay.

This was just a minor episode.

Li Qiao wasn’t bothered. Watching from the second floor, she noted how ruthless Shen Juncheng’s people were.

Soon after, Song Xi left the house, accompanied by two of Shen’s bodyguards. Sensing her intentions, Li Qiao leaped effortlessly from the balcony to the ground below.

“Qiaoqiao—!”

On the balcony, Li Shaohang choked on his tea, horrified.

She just jumped from the second floor?!

Unaware of his shock, Li Qiao swiftly caught up to Song Xi.

The four of them arrived at the Liu residence.

Inside, Old Madam Liu was fussing over Liu Yusheng, his face barely recognizable as he wailed about who could have wanted to harm her precious son.

Liu Yusheng was her only son—the apple of her eye.

“Mom… It was Song Xi, that bitch! My face… my whole body hurts!”

“What? Song Xi?!” The old woman shot up from the sofa.

“Yes, me. Got a problem with that?”

Song Xi strode in, cool and composed.

Old Madam Liu pointed at her, trembling with fury. “You vixen! You tried to kill my son!”

She snatched up a teacup and hurled it at Song Xi. Li Qiao yanked her aside just in time—the cup shattered against the wall, glass shards scattering everywhere. The maids shrieked in fright.

When the old woman’s gaze landed on Li Qiao, hatred burned in her eyes.

“You little slut! So you’re the one behind this! No wonder this idiot Song Xi suddenly grew a spine. Li Qiao, are you and your mother trying to send me to an early grave?”

The irony was that Li Qiao was her own granddaughter.

With a venomous curse, the old woman lunged for Li Qiao’s hair—only to dodge a swift kick that sent her stumbling back onto the sofa.

“Aiyo—!”

Liu Yusheng, still reeling from his beating, glared at Li Qiao with murderous intent.

Enraged, he charged at her, but the bodyguards intercepted him.

Li Qiao’s gaze was icy as she stared down at Old Madam Liu. “Old hag, you can eat whatever you want, but you’d better watch your mouth.”

“What did you call me, you little whore?!” The old woman’s eyes bulged.

Li Qiao smirked, unfazed. “Your breath stinks. What, feeling sorry for Liu Yusheng?”

With that, she planted a foot on his chest and pressed down hard.

Liu Yusheng howled in pain.

“You cursed brat! Let him go!” Old Madam Liu shrieked, scrambling up and jabbing a finger at Li Qiao.

“Cursed brat?”

Li Qiao paused, then let out a soft, mocking laugh.

Her smile was dazzling, like a night-blooming flower.

She crouched, yanking Liu Yusheng up by his collar until their faces were inches apart.

“You know what I hate most?” she murmured sweetly. “Being falsely accused.”

“Y-You… What are you doing? I’m your uncle!”

Liu Yusheng trembled uncontrollably, as if death itself loomed over him.

“Back then, when my mother was framed, scorned, and bullied by everyone… why didn’t you say you were her brother? Why didn’t you defend her?”

Her voice was eerily calm.

Her eyes were clear, like still water—but to Liu Yusheng, they radiated a bone-chilling cold.

“You don’t understand what happened back then, Li Qiao! D-Don’t do anything reckless—this is our home!”

“Heh.” She scoffed.

Just then, Liu Yulan stormed in.

“Li Qiao! Have you no manners? How dare you lay hands on your uncle! Has your conscience rotted away?”

“You ate it.” Li Qiao replied flatly.

Liu Yulan’s face darkened instantly.

“Yulan! Thank heavens you’re here—they’re trying to kill us!” Old Madam Liu clutched at her, weeping.

Li Qiao almost laughed.

A doting mother and her beloved adopted daughter—if only the old woman knew the two of them were sleeping together. What a delightful scene that would be.

Suddenly, Li Qiao felt a thrill of anticipation.

“Congratulations, Old Madam Liu,” she said abruptly, smiling.

“What… What do you mean? Are you insane?” The old woman’s hatred warred with unease.