Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 282

At a single glance, Ye Shaohua could tell—the soul behind Ye Sinian’s deep, calculating gaze was no longer the original.

It had been replaced by Agent No. 3, a recently deceased spy from this world, killed in an explosion.

The thought made Ye Shaohua idly flex her fingers, a hint of amusement curling at her lips. I wonder how skilled this “Agent No. 3” really is.

Tch.

Meanwhile, standing at the doorway, Ye Sinian coldly assessed the parents who had supposedly favored her sister and the so-called “useless” younger sibling they doted on. A sneer flickered in her eyes.

Of all things, I, Agent No. 3, get a second chance at life—only to be reborn into a family with such pathetic parents.

But fine. At least she wouldn’t have to bother with them.

Her expression remained indifferent as she studied the three utterly ordinary people before her.

Back in her prime, she could’ve crushed lives like theirs with one hand. They weren’t worth her attention.

Had she bothered to glance at Ye Shaohua just then, she might’ve noticed the glint of something far from ordinary in those eyes—a spark of intrigue no average person should possess.

“I’m taking a break today. I won’t be returning to school.” Ye Sinian’s tone was flat.

Ye Cheng blinked, startled. “But—what about your studies?”

The question only deepened the mockery in Ye Sinian’s gaze. “Why is it fine for her to stay home and rot, but not me?”

This favoritism is ridiculous.

Ye Cheng froze. Never before had Ye Sinian spoken like this. He fumbled for a response but found none.

Truthfully, he and Du Man had always shown more affection toward Ye Shaohua.

Years ago, when the sisters were in middle school—and Ye Cheng had just retired due to injury—the family’s finances collapsed under his medical bills. They couldn’t afford both girls’ tuition.

In the end, Ye Shaohua gave up her spot at the prestigious No. 1 High and enrolled in the local dump of a school, No. 14 High—where tuition was waived, and the school even paid families 20,000 yuan as an incentive. That money covered Ye Sinian’s education and their living expenses.

But No. 14 High’s abysmal standards dragged Ye Shaohua’s grades down. Worse, she grew even more withdrawn.

Guilt-ridden, Ye Cheng and Du Man had unconsciously overcompensated by coddling her ever since.

Now, faced with Ye Sinian’s bitter accusation, Ye Cheng could only stand there, speechless.

With a scoff, Ye Sinian brushed past him and locked herself in her room—already reaching out to contacts from her former spy network.

Du Man knocked several times, but the door never opened.

“Shaohua, Granny Li wants to see you later. She says that Mr. Yu from the last blind date has responded,” Du Man finally said, setting aside a portion of dinner for Ye Sinian before turning to Ye Shaohua. “Come downstairs with me to Granny Li’s place afterward.”

Ye Cheng and Du Man were fixated on finding a match for their younger daughter.

The way Ye Shaohua was now—especially after becoming even more reclusive since middle school—was unsustainable. They hoped marriage might pull her out of her shell.

Ye Shaohua nodded calmly. “Alright. I’ll go after eating.”

Du Man nearly teared up with relief. She’d expected resistance.

“Wait! I bought you something.” Rushing to her room, she returned with two new dresses—both purchased earlier for over 200 yuan each. One for Ye Shaohua, the other meant for Ye Sinian this Friday. “Try this on.”

She handed Ye Shaohua a soft yellow sundress.

When Ye Shaohua emerged wearing it, both parents gasped.

She did look stunning.

“Why are you still wearing those glasses?” Du Man reached for the oversized black frames swallowing half her daughter’s face. “Everyone says they’re horribly outdated. You’d look so much prettier without—”

“No.” Ye Shaohua stepped back.

Du Man persisted, but Ye Cheng gently pulled her aside.

“She’s finally willing to go outside,” he murmured. “Don’t push her.”

Relenting, Du Man sighed. Fine. Baby steps.

Granny Li lived on the first floor, her home modified with a separate entrance by the courtyard gate. A steady stream of visitors flowed in and out—most seeking her matchmaking services.

During holidays, her doorstep was crowded with grateful couples she’d paired up.

“Granny Li, we’ve brought Shaohua,” Du Man announced, knocking with one hand while the other clutched bags of fresh fruit.

Granny Li’s daughter-in-law shot a disdainful look at Ye Shaohua lurking behind her mother.

“Oh? The princess finally graces us with her presence?” She smirked. “Come in, then.”

The neighbors all despised the blatant favoritism in the Ye household.

What kind of parents scrambled to marry off their younger daughter while the elder one didn’t even have a boyfriend?

“Granny Li.” Du Man bowed her head deferentially before nudging Ye Shaohua. “Greet her.”

Head lowered, face still half-hidden, Ye Shaohua mumbled, “Hello, Granny.”

Her voice, at least, was clearer now—no longer the shaky, hoarse whisper from before.

Granny Li studied her for a beat, then gestured to the couch. *”Sit. Xiao Du, what do you think of that Mr. Yu I mentioned last time? He graduated from A University—higher-tier than your Shaohua. Now a manager with a 200,000-yuan annual salary. Marrying him would be a step up for your girl.”*

She sipped her tea, lips quirking.

Du Man’s face tightened. “But Mr. Yu is… thirty-nine. What about that Mr. Han—”

Granny Li snorted. “Mr. Han? A genuine overseas returnee, with a line of young, beautiful girls waiting for him. You really think he’d glance twice at your daughter?”

“Please. You’re complaining that thirty-nine is ‘too old’? Look at Shaohua! What normal family would take her in? Adopt a deadweight to feed for life? If anyone’s willing to marry her at all, it’s a blessing. Mark my words, Xiao Du—if you pass on this chance, heaven knows when the next one will come.”