Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 173

Some people are truly born with a gift from the heavens.

They say success is 99% effort and 1% inspiration—but let’s not forget: without that 1% inspiration, all the effort in the world is useless.

Master Zhou believed Ye Shaohua was one of those heaven-blessed talents. Born with eyes that could pierce through any feng shui formation and a mind brimming with esoteric knowledge, she had become someone he frequently sought guidance from over the past two months.

Of course, it never occurred to him that Ye Shaohua might be connected to the Ye family. After all, he knew exactly what state the Ye family was in.

Yet fate had a funny way of twisting things. Here he was, spotting Ye Shaohua among a group of Ye family juniors.

“Master Ye, what are you doing here?” Though Ye Shaohua had once told him to just call her by name, Master Zhou couldn’t bring himself to do so. He didn’t dare put on airs around her—not after she’d saved his life.

Ye Shaohua didn’t see Ye Ming at first glance, but Master Zhou’s presence didn’t surprise her. “Just visiting. I need to find Ye Ming first.”

Master Zhou was familiar with Ye Ming and didn’t object. “Of course. If you have time later, could you assist me? I still haven’t fully grasped that talisman technique you showed me last time. Had I known you were here, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself in front of Family Head Ye.”

Their casual rapport left Eldest Young Master Ye and the others stunned.

Especially Eldest Young Master Ye. Clutching his coat, he struggled to reconcile the image of his once-clueless younger sister with the woman now chatting effortlessly with Master Zhou.

Family Head Ye had never met Ye Shaohua. Though he’d heard her name, Uncle Ye and the others had never bothered to show him her photo. To someone of his stature, junior members like her were barely worth a glance—even if their files crossed his desk.

But seeing the others’ reactions, he grew curious. The moment he had a free moment, he pulled Eldest Young Master Ye aside for answers.

Watching this unfold, Second Miss Ye gritted her teeth in silent frustration.

…

Meanwhile, at the Fu Residence

“Fu Heng, though Jinyun pleaded for you, the Fu family rewards and punishes with fairness. Go and accept your discipline.” A middle-aged woman with traces of time at her temples waved a dismissive hand.

Fu Heng didn’t complain. The oversight had indeed been his fault.

“Jinyun, you’ve had a long journey. Go rest.” Madam Fu’s tone softened as she addressed her son.

Just as Fu Jinyun was about to respond, a servant hurried in. “Madam, the master and Young Master Weifeng have returned.”

At this, Madam Fu’s face lit up, her earlier concern forgotten. “Quick! Bring the pomelo tea I prepared. I heard that tomb was haunted—they’ll need to ward off the evil energy—”

She was already rushing out the door. Fu Jinyun showed no reaction, long accustomed to such scenes.

The servants, however, exchanged pitying glances.

“The madam and master clearly favor Young Master Weifeng. Even the Shen family couldn’t handle that tomb, but the moment they heard Weifeng was going, the master raced over—terrified he’d get so much as a scratch.”

“What can you do? Jinyun was fated to die before twenty-two. At first, Madam wept for him, but after twenty years… well, people adjust. It’s not as painful anymore.”

Fu Jinyun’s sharp ears caught every word, but he paid them no mind.

His parents had shed their tears for him long ago. Gradually, their attention had shifted to Fu Weifeng. The sting had faded with time—now, it was just the way things were.

Pulling out his phone, he typed a message.

Back at the Ye ancestral hall, Ye Shaohua’s exchange with Master Zhou had drawn a crowd. Though annoyed by the sudden attention, she managed to learn that Ye Ming was away at a lesson.

Her phone buzzed—a WeChat notification.

[Fu Heng got dragged into your gaming obsession.]

Ye Shaohua blinked, then sent a question mark in reply.

[He was punished with manual labor for ‘neglecting duties’ while playing with me.]

That gave her pause. Fu Jinyun was exceptional in every way (aside from the frustrating opacity of his fate-line), with no shortage of caretakers. Why would he be punished for something so trivial?

She dialed his number. “Alright then. I’ll pick up Ye Ming later—join us for dinner?”

With half the Ye family now eyeing her for conversation, she had zero interest in sticking around. Time to leave.

“Third Miss.” Uncle Ye’s demeanor had shifted noticeably—warmer, with a newfound respect. Proof, as they say, that strength dictated one’s standing. “Where are you headed?”

She named an address near Ye Ming’s school.

She hadn’t told Ye Ming about her return; if she had, he’d have skipped class to wait for her.

“You’re unfamiliar with the capital. Let me arrange a car for you.” Uncle Ye smiled. Handling logistics was his forte, and he prided himself on thoroughness.

He expected gratitude. What he got was a flat rejection.

“No need.”

Uncle Ye frowned. Given her past struggles, he doubted she even had a driver’s license. Why refuse a chauffeur?

Before he could ponder further, a sleek blue sports car screeched to a halt at the Ye estate’s gates.

A man of his experience, trusted by Family Head Ye with sensitive matters, Uncle Ye was no fool. Yet even he couldn’t identify the make of this vehicle—no emblem, no distinctive markings. But one thing was certain: it reeked of luxury.

Especially—

His eyes locked onto the license plate.