Chapter 7: A Dramatic Change in Attitude

Liang Song looked at her pitifully and asked, “What should we do now?”

Yan Hao also seemed confused. “Right, A-Qiao? Didn’t you say earlier you had a way to make her confess?”

Yan Qiao continued organizing her talismans and replied calmly, “His father will learn the truth tomorrow. It’s better for him to discover it himself than to use my methods.”
(She mainly didn’t want to waste one of her talismans.)

“Ah? Really? But my dad trusts that woman completely!” Liang Song remained uneasy.

“Wait quietly for news,” Yan Qiao said dismissively.

“But—” Liang Song tried to protest.

Yan Hao cut him off. “Hey, if my sister says to wait, then wait! Why ask so many questions?”

“I’m just shaken from what happened earlier! Hey, A-Hao, can I stay at your place tonight? I’ll buy as many talismans as the master says!” Liang Song pleaded.

“…Fine,” Yan Hao agreed. Their home had a guest room anyway.
After agreeing, he turned to Yan Qiao. “A-Qiao, is it okay for Songzi to stay here?”

“It’s fine. But he must pay first,” Yan Qiao replied coolly, sounding like an emotionless money-making machine.

“I’ll transfer it now! How much in total?”

“Five thousand eight hundred,” Yan Qiao calculated instantly.

For a wealthy young master like Liang Song, this amount was trivial. He paid swiftly via scan.

“After we deal with that venomous woman tomorrow, I’ll pay you another sum!”

Upon returning home, Yan Qiao’s first task was to light incense for the Ancestor Master.
She reported the night’s achievements and added, “I earned a lot today. I’ll buy you better incense soon. When I earn more, I’ll commission golden statues for you!”
The incense suddenly burned brighter.
Yan Qiao knew the Ancestor Master was pleased.

The Next Day (Weekend)

Yan Zhengtian was off work, and his two eldest sons were returning home. They represented their company at a traditional culture festival and would arrive in Jiangcheng by evening.

Liang Song slept soundly in the guest room—perhaps due to the protective talisman—and didn’t wake until noon.

Yan Qiao rose early as always, meditating before the Ancestor Master’s tablet at 7 a.m.

At lunch, Liang Chengxun burst into the house in a panic.

Yan Zhengtian froze. “Director Liang, what’s—?”

Liang Song happened to descend the stairs and paled upon seeing his father. His first thought: Did he come to drag me back?

Yan Qiao continued eating calmly, as if she’d anticipated his arrival.

Yan Hao assumed Liang Chengxun had come to confront his sister and stood defensively. “Uncle Liang, what do you want? If you’re here to scold my sister, I won’t allow it!”

Su Min also stood, shielding her daughter. Yan Zhengtian’s expression darkened.

But Liang Chengxun’s demeanor had done a 180-degree shift from the previous day.

“Fourth Miss Yan! Save me!” he begged, looking haggard and traumatized.

Everyone except Yan Qiao gaped in shock. What kind of twist is this?

Liang Song rushed to steady his father. “Dad, what happened?!”

“It’s exactly as Fourth Miss Yan said! Liang Kuan isn’t my son! She’s been cheating and conspiring with outsiders!” Liang Chengxun confessed shamelessly.

The room buzzed with shock—this was a full-blown豪门 scandal.

Yan Zhengtian maintained his composure as a seasoned entrepreneur, while Liang Song pressed, “How did you find out?”

“He got hurt this morning. At the hospital, I… secretly tested him.” (In truth, Yan Qiao’s words had planted doubt, driving him to verify.)

Under interrogation, Ruan Ling finally confessed.

“I told you she was evil! You didn’t believe me! She nearly killed me yesterday—Master Yan saved me!” Liang Song shuddered at the memory.

Su Min glowed with pride at her daughter’s praise. “Of course! My daughter is extraordinary!”

Yan Qiao kept eating indifferently, though she noted her mother’s proud gaze.

“Pretty Mom has excellent taste,” Yan Qiao remarked bluntly.

“Absolutely!” Su Min beamed.

“Dad, why are you seeking Master Yan now?” Liang Song asked.

“Yes, why do you need my sister?” Yan Hao echoed.

“Please, Master Yan—tell me if that witch has more tricks up her sleeve!”

(The mistress and her lover had already been arrested, but Liang Chengxun remained uneasy.)

Yan Qiao wiped her mouth. “She has none left. The person she hired is dead. But ask her where she found him.”

“Will you interrogate her yourself? Don’t go,” Yan Hao worried.

“You go. Film it and send me the video,” Yan Qiao instructed.

“Done! I’ll handle it perfectly!”

Su Min arched a brow—her son’s attitude toward his sister had transformed overnight.

Progress!

Reassured, Liang Chengxun relaxed.

“Dad, let’s buy more talismans from Master Yan!” Liang Song suggested.

“Agreed.”

Yan Qiao sold them one protective talisman each. After paying, the father-son pair left to handle their crisis.

Su Min showered her daughter with more praise. Though Yan Zhengtian remained skeptical of metaphysics, his wife’s happiness satisfied him.

Next Door

Assistant Ling reported Yan Qiao’s dealings with the Liang family to Li Xun.

After a long silence, Li Xun asked in his deep voice, “Does Yan Jia’s eldest son, Yan Jue, collaborate with Li Corporation?”

“Yes. You might not remember him—he often travels to Beijing and attended our group’s banquet.”

Li Xun didn’t recall. His focus excluded trivial figures.

“Yan Jue returns to Jiangcheng today?”

“Yes. Any instructions, President Li?”