After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 9
“I came to thank Sister Qiao.”
“…”
His way of “thanking” her was to accompany her during meals.
Li Qiao would rather he didn’t.
At the Li family home, everyone was happily eating breakfast, except for the three older brothers who weren’t present.
Su Yan, sitting nearby, eagerly served Li Qiao dishes.
Apart from Li Shaojin, the rest of the family exchanged puzzled glances.
Since when were Su Yan and Qiaoqiao this close?
The Su family’s son had a reputation for being a playboy.
Was he trying to seduce Qiaoqiao?
Li Shanchuan’s eyes turned sharp as knives, glaring at Su Yan.
What’s Uncle Li’s problem?
Su Yan thought for a moment, then helpfully placed food into Li Shanchuan’s bowl. “Uncle Li, eat more.”
The man in question twitched his lips in disgust.
Li Qiao chuckled, and the others stifled their laughter—except for Su Yan, who remained oblivious.
“Qiaoqiao, stay away from that Su boy. He’s no good.” Before leaving for work, Li Shanchuan hesitated but finally spoke his mind.
His precious daughter wasn’t in any rush to get married.
Li Qiao nodded in agreement.
Li Shanchuan and Li Shaojin left for work, while Su Yan stayed behind with Li Qiao.
In the courtyard, Li Qiao stared intently at Su Yan.
Aware of his own good looks, Su Yan flashed what he thought was a charming smile. “Sister Qiao, I know I’m handsome, but if you keep staring at me like this… I’ll get shy.”
Li Qiao: “…”
When she still didn’t speak but continued watching him, Su Yan’s ego inflated.
“Qiao—”
“Why did you follow him to my house?” Li Qiao suddenly asked.
Su Yan froze. Then, a terrifying realization dawned on him.
His body stiffened, and he didn’t dare turn around.
“Q-Qiaoqiao… who are you talking to?” His smile looked more like a grimace.
“What do you think?” Li Qiao grinned.
He understood now—something must be following him again.
Damn it, not this again!
The ghost girl hiding behind Su Yan trembled, too afraid to approach Li Qiao. She had witnessed how ruthless Li Qiao was when exorcising spirits—obliterating them with a single talisman.
Li Qiao’s cold gaze made the ghost step forward. “Master, I didn’t harm him. I don’t even know why I’m following him.”
The ghost, Yang Xiaoling, sounded lost as she spoke.
Li Qiao glanced at the sun, then led the ghost inside. Su Yan hurried after them, immediately feeling the temperature drop as they entered.
So, there really is something here.
Su Yan hugged his arms, uneasy.
“Explain slowly.”
Li Qiao sat on the sofa, listening quietly.
Yang Xiaoling only remembered her name. She had woken up one day attached to Su Yan, unable to leave him. There were no traces of her existence around him, and she was certain they had never met before.
“After death, souls are supposed to go to the underworld for reincarnation. Yet you’re still lingering here, and no underworld enforcers have come for you. That’s not normal.”
The signs pointed to something unusual at play.
Su Yan craned his neck. “Sister Qiao, so the ‘Black and White Guards’ are real?”
“The focus right now is Yang Xiaoling. Think carefully—have you been to any strange places or met anyone unusual? If we don’t find where she’s buried, she’ll keep following you.”
Su Yan shuddered.
He wanted beautiful women chasing him, not ghosts.
After racking his brain, he suddenly slammed the table. “I got it! Nan Mountain! A month ago, I went there with friends. At one point, my car got stuck, and some villagers helped push it out.”
“What was strange about it?”
“The road! It was newly paved asphalt—no way it should’ve had issues. But the wheels sank anyway.” At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it, but now it seemed suspicious.
Maybe they could find clues there.
“Holy crap… so she’s been following me for a month?!” Su Yan paled, slapping his thigh in horror.
What about when he showered or used the bathroom?!
“I didn’t see anything… just heard stuff.” Yang Xiaoling shyly averted her ghostly eyes.
Su Yan nearly exploded in embarrassment.
This is social suicide!
“Let’s go to Nan Mountain.”
The two (and one ghost) headed to the site where Su Yan’s car had gotten stuck. The road had since been repaved, smooth and unbroken.
Li Qiao walked toward the nearby village, unsure where to start. Su Yan was clueless too.
“Hey, young man, back again? Did your car get stuck?” A middle-aged man cheerfully approached.
Su Yan studied him—he looked familiar.
“No, we’re just here to sightsee.”
“Our village has great scenery and fresh air! Enjoy your visit. Let me know if you need anything—I’m Wang Lao’er.”
Li Qiao gave Su Yan a look. Catching the hint, Su Yan struck up a friendly conversation with Wang Lao’er.
Meanwhile, Li Qiao surveyed the area.
She quietly asked Yang Xiaoling if the place felt familiar. After a long pause, the ghost nodded—but nothing else came to mind.
Soon, Su Yan returned excitedly. “Sister Qiao, I found out! The village does have a girl named Yang Xiaoling. They say she went to the city for school two years ago and never came back. Her house is up ahead—let’s check it out.”
With Wang Lao’er leading the way, they arrived at Yang Xiaoling’s home.
There, Li Qiao saw a familiar face.
“Dabao, wash your hands and eat!”
“Old Yang, Xiaoling’s classmates are here to see you!” Wang Lao’er called out.
But the scar-faced man inside stiffened.
He slowly turned, and when his eyes met Li Qiao’s, his pupils shrank.
This man was none other than the scarred debtor who had once come to the Li family—the one she had accused of carrying three lives on his hands. His real name was Yang Shusen.
Li Qiao noticed the little ghost clinging to his shoulder.
Its entire body had turned black—it wouldn’t be long before it consumed Yang Shusen entirely.
Yang Shusen eyed them warily. “What do you want?”
“Where is Yang Xiaoling?” Li Qiao cut straight to the point.
Yang Shusen’s heart pounded.
There’s no way she could know about Xiaoling. She’s bluffing.
“That girl’s in the city studying. Weren’t you her classmates? Now you don’t even know where she is?”
Wang Lao’er looked between them, confused. “Wait, you’re not her classmates?”
Su Yan smirked. “Of course not. Cut the crap—where’s Yang Xiaoling’s body?”
Wang Lao’er gasped.
Body?! Xiaoling’s dead?!
Yang Shusen’s dark face flashed with panic before he forced calm. “My daughter’s fine in the city. How dare you curse her!”
His overreaction was suspicious.
Su Yan scowled.
Li Qiao remained composed. “Evil deeds never go unpunished. I warned you.” She had already exposed his three murders—now that they’d tracked him down, Yang Shusen wouldn’t take this lying down.
Suddenly, Yang Xiaoling clutched her head in agony.
She stared at Yang Shusen, then at Dabao.
Memories flooded back.
With a furious scream, she hissed, “Yang Shusen… YOU DESERVE TO DIE!”
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