Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 238

Amidst the swirling smoke, Lin Ye finally dared to look directly at Ye Shaohua.

Their relationship had been good at first.

It was only after that photo incident that he began distancing himself from her, consciously or not.

Over the past few days, Lin Ye had repeatedly wondered—if Ye Shang Chu Yang had given even the slightest hint, things wouldn’t have been so difficult.

Ye Shaohua’s voice was calm as she crossed her arms and leaned against the pool table, watching Chu Yun take his shot. “He asked to form an in-game marriage with me. I told him the photo on the forum was mine, and he said he knew.”

At those words, Lin Ye’s fingers, holding the cigarette, stiffened.

Chu Yun waved Ye Shaohua over to take her turn. She left without another glance at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye remained frozen in place, the cigarette burning down to his fingers unnoticed.

It felt like a gaping hole had been torn through his chest.

“Sis-in-law, I heard you’ve got some beef with the An family,” one of the guys playing pool with Ye Shaohua muttered under his breath. “Be careful. The Ans made their fortune through shady business back in the day. They’ve got underhanded tricks.”

Ye Shaohua smiled faintly. “It’s fine.”

The guy assumed she was just naïve. But then again, if his family had a daughter as stunning and talented as her, his parents would probably spoil her rotten too. He made a mental note to discuss it with Chu Yun later.

Yet the very next day, he witnessed the heads of the An and Xu families begging for Ye Shaohua’s mercy.

“Shaohua, since you and Qingkun are unharmed, why don’t we let bygones be bygones?” Old Man Xu, who had been all high and mighty just days ago, now poured tea for her with a smile. “Xunxun is still young. Can’t you be more forgiving?”

That morning, a court summons had been delivered to the An residence.

With the lawyer presenting irrefutable evidence—including An Xun’s own recorded admissions—the authorities had arrested her on the spot.

Conspiracy to commit murder (albeit attempted) was no small charge. With the evidence stacked against her, An Xun was doomed. And the An and Xu families wouldn’t escape unscathed either.

Ye Shaohua chuckled. “We’re all human for the first time. Why should I be the one to yield?”

Old Man Xu didn’t bat an eye.

“Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right,” he said, undeterred by her indifference. “When will you come visit the Xu family? I—”

Ye Shaohua cut him off with a distracted nod. “Discuss that with my dad. I have things to do.”

Spotting Chu Yun’s car outside, Old Man Xu broke into a cold sweat, wiping his forehead with a napkin. “O-of course. Take care.”

Ye Qingkun, sitting beside his daughter, maintained a humble expression—but inwardly, he was reveling in the moment.

Once they left, An Xun’s father turned to Old Man Xu. “Father, Chu Yun isn’t that terrifying. Why did you—”

“It’s not about Chu Yun,” Old Man Xu exhaled sharply, realizing his son-in-law still didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation. “I spoke to an old friend at the court today. Do you know what he told me? Xunxun tried to have a state-protected individual assassinated. Not only is she finished—the Xu and An families will be skinned alive.”

Being labeled an enemy of the state would brand their entire lineage as traitors.

Old Man Xu stared grimly in the direction Ye Shaohua had left.

That girl was a force of nature—one you simply did not provoke.

“Forget about Xunxun. From now on, we keep our heads down.” He suddenly looked decades older.

“Fourth Brother, your wife is scary,” one of Chu Yun’s subordinates muttered in awe.

He couldn’t help but wonder about Ye Shaohua’s background.

To dismantle the An family so effortlessly—this “sis-in-law” had secrets.

Chu Yun ignored him, simply opening the car door. “Uncle Ye, Shaohua.”

“Dad, you go ahead to Liyuan first. I need to pick up Changfa.” Ye Shaohua checked her phone.

Changfa Jiyao had drunk too much, and she was responsible for getting her to the airport.

…

Song Chen never expected to see Ye Shang Chu Yang again.

After that day, An Xun had vanished—rumor had it she’d been arrested.

Song Chen didn’t care. He dissolved their in-game marriage without a second thought.

On the final day of the event, the elders of Nianzhou Guild summoned him.

As he was leaving, he spotted the person who had come for Changfa Jiyao—

Ye Shang Chu Yang.

Yet she barely glanced at him, focusing solely on helping her friend downstairs.

The emptiness in Song Chen’s chest was indescribable. He couldn’t stop himself from calling out:

“…Chu Yang.”

Ye Shaohua paused, turning slightly.

The corridor’s dim lighting softened her sharp edges, making her seem almost approachable.

The usual intimidating aura was muted, leaving only a mesmerizing radiance.

Song Chen stared, transfixed.

He knew she probably never wanted to see him again—not after he’d made her the laughingstock of the entire game.

Yet he couldn’t walk away.

If not for Xian Hua Nong Ying… would we still be together?

“Chu Yang, if… if we hadn’t divorced…” His voice was barely audible. “Would you have…”

But before he could finish, a man appeared at the stairwell.

A man who moved like ink bleeding through a landscape painting.

The crowded hallway instinctively cleared a path for him.

“Why so late?” The man’s gaze settled on Ye Shang Chu Yang.

And for the first time, Song Chen saw her expression soften. “Just leaving now.”

The rest of Song Chen’s words died in his throat.

Before leaving, Ye Shaohua gave him a smile—one that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Sorry. Don’t add me again. It’s disgusting.”

The very words he’d once said to the original host—now thrown back at him.

Without waiting for his reaction, she and Chu Yun helped Changfa Jiyao into the car and drove off.

This time, Ye Shaohua stayed for five years before the system signaled departure.

[Ding! System 008 at your service. 1700 points credited. Level 4 store unlocked with 40% discount. Choose departure method: 1. Leave a replica, 2. Immediate exit.]

“Replica.” For Ye Qingkun’s sake, she left a copy behind.

She gazed at the man meticulously sketching architectural designs and sighed.

“Chu Yun,” she whispered. “Goodbye.”

He chuckled without looking up. “It’s just milk tea. Why so dramatic—”

Then he lifted his head.

The face before him was as breathtaking as ever.

But something was missing.

His smile faded.

“Goodbye, Ye Shang Chu Yang.”

The two legends of Swordsman’s Romance never logged in again.

Only one post remained:

[Beauty Beyond Mortal Measure: Ye Shang Chu Yang]

When Ye Shaohua awoke again, her mind was foggy.

No—

Her head hurt.

She touched her forehead, feeling the crudely bandaged wound.

A stern policewoman was lecturing her: “Your uniform says you’re from First High. No more street racing. It’s dangerous, not to mention—”

The more she spoke, the worse Ye Shaohua’s headache grew.

She needed somewhere quiet to process the new world’s plot.

Luckily, a male officer soon entered. “Ye Shaohua, your family’s here.”

The policewoman, noting Ye Shaohua’s inattention, frowned and escorted her out.

A woman in her early twenties stood waiting—crisp office attire, no-nonsense demeanor.

But—

Ye Shaohua’s eyes zeroed in on her faintly purple fingernails. Severe heart disease.

The woman filled out forms and paid fines with practiced ease. Wealthy, yet devoid of arrogance.

The policewoman couldn’t resist asking, “Miss Ye Yun, you’re really her sister?”

She jerked her chin at Ye Shaohua.

Ye Yun’s hand stilled. She studied Ye Shaohua—oddly, there was no mocking smirk today—then nodded.

“You two couldn’t be more different,” the officer remarked. “Your sister here raced against a dozen guys, won, and beat up their gang leader.”

Ye Yun didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Outside, a red Ferrari waited. Ye Yun unlocked it and slid into the driver’s seat.

But when Ye Shaohua reached for the door—

Click.

Locked.

Ye Shaohua: “…”

“Dad’s in a meeting. No time to bail you out,” Ye Yun said through the window, tone deceptively mild. “And don’t think your delinquent friends can hide you—they’ve got their own problems now. Grow up, Ye Shaohua. Stop relying on Dad to clean up your messes.”

With that, she rolled up the window and drove off.