Chapter 4: How Dare They Act So Arrogantly in Front of Her!

“Before tonight, I want to see all the information on that girl,” Li Xiao said directly, stating his demand.

“Yes, sir.”

For them, this was a minor task.

“President Li, how long are we staying in Jiang City this time?” Assistant Ling asked cautiously.

“Not sure.”

Li Xiao truly wasn’t certain. Assistant Yang didn’t dare press further.

Next door, after finishing lunch, Su Min took Yan Qiao upstairs to show her the room.

“Ta-da! Ah Qiao, look! This is your room!”

Yan Qiao looked at the pink, princess-themed room bursting with girlish charm and was momentarily speechless. Her beautiful mother probably still thought of her as a little child.

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“Ah Qiao, do you like it? If there’s anything else you want, just tell Mom. I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

“No need. This is enough. Is there an empty room? Doesn’t need to be big,” Yan Qiao asked calmly.

Her tone remained even, and her face showed no sign of surprise or joy.

Su Min sighed silently. But she was soon intrigued by the question: “What do you need it for?”

“To place my master’s and the ancestral masters’ memorial tablets.”

“I also need to offer incense to them daily.”

Yan Qiao answered truthfully.

Su Min’s expression was a bit complicated, but she still supported her daughter.

“Alright, take the room right next to this one! It’ll be more convenient for you. Across from you is your third brother. Your father and I are on the other side. Your eldest and second brothers live upstairs and rarely come back.” Su Min explained seriously.

She didn’t forget to introduce the rooms of other family members as well.

Then she led Yan Qiao into the adjacent room.

“Do you need help setting it up?” Su Min offered proactively.

Right now, she had only one wish: to make sure her Ah Qiao was completely satisfied.

Yan Qiao glanced around. This room was clearly a guest room and wasn’t being used.

She chose a suitable spot, moved the table over, and carefully placed her master’s and the ancestral masters’ memorial tablets on it.

Su Min stood beside her, biting her lip as she watched.

She hadn’t brought much luggage, but the memorial tablets and the censer for burning incense were all carefully placed and intact.

After setting everything up, Yan Qiao respectfully lit an incense stick.

“Master, ancestral masters, I’ll have to ask you to bear with this for now. Once your disciple earns lots of money and accumulates enough merit, I’ll build a temple and forge golden statues for you!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the incense she had just lit burned even more vigorously!

After buying Yan Qiao’s charm, Liang Song had been called home by his father.

He got a scolding—harsh and thorough. His father reprimanded him for causing trouble outside again.

“Xun-ge, don’t be angry. I don’t think Ah Song meant to. I’m sure he knows he was wrong,” Ruan Ling gently tried to mediate from the side. She was only thirty and still looked young and beautiful. She was Liang Chengxun’s second wife and Liang Song’s stepmother. She also had a six-year-old son.

If it had been before, Liang Song would’ve already talked back.

But today, he was unusually calm, unnaturally so.

This surprised Ruan Ling.

What’s going on?

“Dad, I was wrong! Please don’t be angry,” he even learned how to apologize.

Even Liang Chengxun was caught off guard. For a moment, he couldn’t even find the words to scold him.

“Sigh, if you could just be more considerate, I might live a few more years!”

“Alright, stay home and rest today. Don’t go out and cause trouble again!”

Liang Song nodded. He really did feel tired today—an unprecedented kind of exhaustion.

After exchanging a few words with his father, he went upstairs to sleep.

He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep, but suddenly, Liang Song felt icy cold all over. He tugged the blanket tightly around himself, but he still felt chilled.

He wanted to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. It felt like a thousand pounds of stone were pressing on his eyelids.

Then the feeling got worse—he couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly, Liang Song felt a burning sensation on his body, so hot it forced his eyes open.

He sat up, gasping for air, his forehead and back soaked with cold sweat.

He touched the spot where he had felt the heat—it turned out to be the charm he had bought from Yan Qiao at noon.

But now, the charm had faded.

Liang Song suddenly remembered what Yan Qiao had told him earlier.

If the charm fades, it means it already shielded him from disaster.

It also meant it had lost its power and could no longer protect him.

Thinking this, a wave of fear washed over him.

By now, it was already dark.

The wind outside howled loudly, eerily, sending a chill through his spine.

Liang Song rubbed his face with both hands. While his mind was still clear, he decided to find Yan Qiao.

This was too bizarre!

Right now, she might be the only one who could save him!

Without delay, he grabbed his coat and keys and rushed out the door, his steps hurried, eventually breaking into a full run.

It was already 9 PM.

Seeing him leave in such a panic, as if fleeing for his life, Ruan Ling stepped out from the kitchen, a sinister smile curling at her lips.

She picked up the phone and dialed a number.

A venomous voice spoke: “He’s out now. I hope he never comes back. You know what to do, right?”

The other end responded confidently, “Yes, Madam Liang, don’t worry. He won’t get in your way anymore!”

“Good. This is your last chance. I’m out of patience! Once it’s done, I’ll send the remaining payment and even throw in a bonus!”

Liang Song sped along in his car. Even though the streetlights around him were bright, he felt as if everything was shrouded in darkness.

He tried his best to stay conscious.

Now and then, he even experienced hallucinations.

Thankfully, he hadn’t only bought one charm today.

However, his opponent seemed powerful, and the charm barely held on until he reached Yan Qiao’s villa.

But the evil entity clinging to him didn’t stop.

All his charms were now used up.

It felt like something had wrapped tightly around his neck. He tried to scream, but no sound came out.

Even though his savior was just within reach.

Even though he could already see the hope of survival.

At the same time, Yan Qiao was meditating in front of her ancestral tablets. She had just finished drawing a charm.

Suddenly, she felt the yin energy outside intensify. She quickly calculated with her fingers and let out a cold sneer: “How bold—daring to act wildly in front of me!”

She stood up and rushed out.

Downstairs, Yan Hao was still watching TV. His parents had already gone to bed.

Seeing her hurry out, he immediately followed.

“Ah Qiao, where are you going?” Yan Hao asked curiously.

“Your friend is about to die!”

“Huh?” Yan Hao’s eyes widened in shock.

He quickened his pace and hurried after her.

Yan Qiao saw Liang Song surrounded by a cloud of black energy. His neck was tightly bound, and his face had visibly turned pale.

She immediately pulled out a copper coin, chanted a spell, and flung it at the black mist.

The copper coin seemed to radiate power, instantly dispersing the black mist.

At the same time, in a dilapidated house, a ragged Taoist clutched his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

“Impossible! How could this be?!”

Today was the final deadline Madam Liang had given him. If he failed the task, he wouldn’t get the money.

Thinking this, he bit his finger and smeared blood onto a jar while chanting under his breath.

Finally, he curled his lips into a twisted smile: “My little darling, go now. Complete your task well!”

The jar opened, and a black shadow flew out the window.