Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 237

Lin Ye was holding a cigarette butt, looking for a trash can.

When he heard the voice, he instinctively looked up—and in that moment, even forgot to throw the cigarette butt away.

That clear, melodious tone was all too familiar to him, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t connect it to the girl standing before him.

Everyone except Ye Qingkun was frozen in place.

Even those who had already seen Ye Shaohua with her waist-length hair were momentarily dazed when faced with her striking, almost devilishly charming face.

It wasn’t until the screech of a chair that everyone snapped back to reality.

“Sorry, sorry!” Mo Hen quickly apologized, steadying the chair he had accidentally knocked over. “I didn’t mean to, I just… just…”

He scratched his head, stammering, unable to form a complete sentence.

His eyes were practically sparkling as he stared at Ye Shaohua.

“Holy crap,” someone muttered under their breath. “This is god-tier beauty! Damn, I’m dead just from that look! Is this really our Chu Yang?”

“Hey, as a girl, shouldn’t you stay out of this? Leave it to us guys!”

“There’s actually a beauty like this hidden in the game? No wonder I’ve been single for twenty years—I was waiting for Goddess Chu Yang!”

……

Leaning against the doorway, Ye Shaohua watched the crowd’s frenzied reactions with an unchanged expression. She simply raised a finger and lightly tapped her lips.

Ye Qingkun had never liked these so-called “friends” of Ye Shaohua’s. He picked up his daughter’s phone and immediately headed for the exit.

The crowd instinctively parted to let him through.

Changfa Jiyao (Waist-Length Hair) followed behind Ye Qingkun and said softly, “Xiao Ye, it’s good that you’re back.”

Her words all but confirmed Ye Shaohua’s identity as Ye Shang Chu Yang.

“Shifu! Shifu!” Mo Hen, taking advantage of his youth, quickly pushed through the crowd. He lowered his gaze slightly to look at Ye Shaohua, his face flushed with excitement. “I’m Mo Hen!”

“Good disciple,” Ye Shaohua patted his head with a faint smile. “Have fun with your friends today. Tomorrow, your shifu will come find you.”

Mo Hen nodded eagerly, his face still bright red.

Realizing that Ye Shang Chu Yang was about to leave, the others in the private room felt a pang of regret. Some even squeezed forward, hoping to persuade her to stay.

But most of them were just there for the spectacle. Ye Shaohua wasn’t warm to everyone—she merely gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

Lin Ye didn’t process a single word.

No, he heard them speaking. He understood every individual word.

But strung together, they made no sense to him.

His eyes remained fixed on the girl, his expression tense, emotions swirling chaotically within him.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t doubted the photos on the forum.

But he never could have imagined that the real Ye Shang Chu Yang would look like this.

A face without a single flaw, eyes that were both aloof and commanding.

Even her fingers, resting against her lips, were slender and jade-like.

In that moment, everyone else faded into the background.

Even Xian Hua Nong Ying, the game’s universally acknowledged top beauty, paled in comparison.

Lin Ye desperately wanted to ask her why she had lied to him about that photo being hers.

But with so many people around—and with Ye Qingkun present—he knew better. Aware of her relationship with Chu Yun, he forced himself to hold back with all his restraint.

Qing Hai Gu Zhou (Lonely Boat in the Sea of Love), however, lacked such self-control.

The moment he saw Ye Shaohua leaving, he immediately chased after her.

“Chu Yang, why did you lie to me?” Song Chen caught up to her in just a few strides.

He couldn’t understand why she had refused to video chat, send photos, or even voice message him.

If he had known the truth, he never would have dissolved their in-game marriage!

Nothing was more agonizing than realizing you had once possessed something priceless—only to lose it by your own hand.

The moment those words left his mouth, An Xun’s face turned from green to purple.

The other gamers also exchanged meaningful glances, their eyes involuntarily flickering toward An Xun.

Everyone knew Qing Hai Gu Zhou had divorced Ye Shang Chu Yang for Xian Hua Nong Ying. Yet today, despite her meticulous preparation, An Xun couldn’t hold a candle to the famously “plain” Ye Shang Chu Yang—who wasn’t even wearing much makeup.

Though they disapproved of Qing Hai Gu Zhou’s actions, they could understand.

After all, this was a kind of beauty that made even women’s hearts skip a beat.

An Xun had come today solely to laugh at Ye Shaohua’s expense. Instead, she had become the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Feeling the mocking gazes around her, she shoved aside the friends who had been comforting her—Chengzi and the others—grabbed her bag, and stormed out in fury!

As An Xun passed by, Ye Shaohua leaned in slightly and whispered, just loud enough for her to hear:

“Miss An, how’s the anger treating you?”

“You just wait!” An Xun’s grip on her expensive bag was so tight it nearly deformed.

Ye Shaohua chuckled softly and stretched lazily.

“Hmph.”

As if I care.

That same night, a new post appeared on the official forum of Swordsman’s Romance:

[Beauty Beyond Mortal Measure: Ye Shang Chu Yang]

Ye Shaohua hadn’t known about the post initially. It wasn’t until she