Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 290

As a mother, Du Man knew exactly how striking her daughter was.

Back in childhood, Ye Shaohua’s charm had a 200% head-turning rate.

Even now, Du Man—a middle-aged woman—sometimes found herself marveling at her daughter’s beauty.

But ever since junior high, Ye Shaohua had hidden behind oversized black-framed glasses, drowning in baggy school uniforms, moving sluggishly with her head perpetually bowed.

Du Man had nagged her countless times to no avail.

Now, seeing how this Xiao Han had not only dismissed her daughter but thrown her photo in the trash—making the Ye family the neighborhood laughingstock—Du Man couldn’t swallow her anger.

Watching Xiao Han recoil from them as if they were contagious, she burned to shove the truth in these blind fools’ faces: Her daughter was leagues above that “Meimei” girl.

Ye Shaohua took a step back, smiling faintly at Granny Li. “Nothing impressive, just Nan Corp.”

Then she guided Du Man away.

Though her glasses still obscured half her face, Xiao Han stiffened at her voice. He hadn’t wanted to look at Ye Shaohua earlier—yet now, his gaze involuntarily trailed after her.

The sliver of her profile he caught was unexpectedly exquisite, devoid of the timid awkwardness he’d imagined.

“Nan Corp?” Even Granny Li knew what that meant. She blinked. “Xiao Han, don’t you work there? Ever seen her?”

“No,” Xiao Han frowned. “Never.”

Granny Li scoffed. “Knew that brat was lying.”

Xiao Han agreed—clearly, Ye Shaohua’s wounded pride had driven her to fabricate such an outrageous claim. Nan Corp was Asia’s top enterprise; getting in was near-impossible. “She thought naming Nan Corp would fool me. Too bad she didn’t know I’m from Nan Corp.”

…..

Meanwhile, back at the military base, tensions simmered.

Bai Xuanmo—fully aware of Yun Nuo’s true status—broke away from Ye Sinian post-drill to seek him out.

“Captain Yun,” Bai Xuanmo knocked, standing rigidly at attention. “Y hasn’t responded. My hacker team failed to trace TA’s location.”

Shame colored his report.

Yun Nuo’s brows lifted. For the first time, he studied Bai Xuanmo properly.

“Keep trying. The arms case handled by the special ops unit is critical. Succeed, and you’ll have an international career opening.” Yun Nuo’s tone was mild. “With Y’s help, it’d be guaranteed.” Then, almost casually: “You know the Ye family?”

Bai Xuanmo eyed Yun Nuo curiously. “Yes. Uncle Ye served with my father.”

What he really wanted to ask was—How do you know Ye Shaohua?

“I see…” Yun Nuo’s smile deepened. “So you know where she lives?”

Bai Xuanmo: “…”

He stumbled out of the office, dazed.

Ye Sinian, waiting impatiently, pounced. “Well?”

“We still need Y.” Bai Xuanmo refocused. “Captain said cracking the arms case will secure your spot in Unit One. But locating Y’s the hurdle.”

“Y?” Ye Sinian frowned.

As Agent No. 3, she’d memorized dossiers on every international threat.

Anyone capable of solving an arms trafficking case had to be formidable—yet “Y” rang zero bells.

Bai Xuanmo wasn’t surprised by her ignorance. “Y is… well, a highly dangerous figure. Beyond TA’s weapons expertise—know Nolan?”

“The Nolan?” Ye Sinian’s voice dipped. “Black Hand’s lead hacker. His fake intel has been muddying our arms case.”

Crossing a hacker was idiocy.

Nolan had once breached a federal mega-bank for fun—no theft, just curiosity—yet earned an FBI most-wanted status. Years later, even Benji hadn’t caught him. The man still taunted the FBI by hacking their mainframe.

While both the FBI and Black Hand were untouchable, most preferred angering the former—the latter operated outside laws.

“Yet when Nolan attacked Y’s system, Y counter-hacked him,” Bai Xuanmo murmured. “After that leak, Benji personally sought Y for the FBI.”

Bai Xuanmo’s familiarity with these legends stunned Ye Sinian.

This was stratospheric influence she’d never accessed. Her pulse raced—Benji, Nolan, the Black Hand…

International power had tiers.

And figures like Benji were mythic. The mere possibility of touching their world electrified her.

Find Y. Must find Y!

As Ye Sinian buzzed with ambition, Bai Xuanmo’s phone rang.

“Boss! Got a lead! Y left a breadcrumb—are you in Jing City? Check this location! Sending coordinates!”

The loud, accented Mandarin was unmistakable.

Ye Sinian’s eyes bulged. She stared at Bai Xuanmo, trembling as if restraining something.

Oblivious, Bai Xuanmo gripped his phone. “We’ve got Y!”

If Y wanted to hide, they’d never find TA. But this clue suggested Y might assist them.

How could he not erupt with hope?

He tapped the complex string of symbols from his contact—a green dot pulsed on-screen, crawling slowly as if circling one spot.

Both on leave today, they sped off in Bai Xuanmo’s car.

The route grew eerily familiar. Ye Sinian’s expression darkened with each turn.

Then—Bai Xuanmo parked at her apartment complex.

“Here!” The dot vanished as Bai Xuanmo killed the engine. He leapt out, scanning the deserted courtyard—too early for residents to return.

Except—

Someone stood by the dumpsters.

Recognizing the silhouette, Bai Xuanmo froze. “Shaohua… did you see anyone here just now?”

Ye Shaohua tossed a trash bag in, tilting her head. “No.”

No?

Bai Xuanmo and Ye Sinian deflated.

They refused to believe it—the signal had been here. Bai Xuanmo especially trusted Y wouldn’t deceive him, so they combed the area.

Ye Sinian never suspected Ye Shaohua.

After all… she’d seen Ye Shaohua’s transparent life history firsthand.

Ye Shaohua watched them, offering, “Who are you looking for? Maybe I can—”

“This is way beyond you,” Ye Sinian snapped, already resentful after today’s events. “Stop bothering me and Xuanmo-ge!”

Bai Xuanmo, busy on another call, didn’t intervene.

Ye Shaohua nodded, shoving her hands in her pockets. “Sure.”

She left without another word.

Neither noticed the icy glint behind her glasses.

Bai Xuanmo kept searching until his hacker contact confirmed Y had severed the link. Exhaustion etched his face.

It was… Y, after all.

Since they’d reached the Ye residence anyway, they headed upstairs.

“Sinian? Xuanmo?” Ye Cheng gaped at their unexpected return.

Ye Sinian ignored him.

Bai Xuanmo texted someone—just as Ye Shaohua’s phone pinged.

His gaze snapped to her.

Her presence downstairs was too coincidental. That, plus her closeness to Yun Nuo…

“Shaohua,” he asked, heart pounding, “Do you know Y?“

He needed certainty. If not, he’d abandon hope.

But if yes…