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As the eldest among the younger generation of the Jiang Family, Jiang Huai always wore a smile on his face, yet his words were ones that no one dared to disobey.
At times, his authority was even more effective than that of the various Mothers of the family.
Just like now—faced with Jiang Huai’s warning gaze, Jiang Suo immediately clamped his mouth shut, not daring to utter another word.
Lu Xuexi cast a glance at Jiang Huai before lowering her eyes in silence, her expression unreadable.
Wu Sao was quickly escorted away by the villa’s security guards for supervision, but the matter was not so easily resolved.
On the surface, Wu Sao hadn’t stolen any of the Jiang Family’s possessions, so calling the police was out of the question.
At most, her actions could be considered feudal superstition.
After all, stealing someone’s “fortune” was a claim with no basis in reality.
Even so, after such an incident, there was no way Wu Sao could remain in the Jiang Family’s service.
“Xiaojie, how should we deal with these things?” the butler asked Guan Xuxu, standing beside her. Regardless of how she had known something was buried there, it was clear this newly returned Xiaojie possessed some ability.
“Burn them,” Guan Xuxu replied simply.
After speaking, she pulled out her phone and casually tapped a few commands. Jiang Huai caught sight of this from the corner of his eye—she had just received one hundred thousand yuan from him, and now she was transferring fifty thousand out to another account.
His brows arched slightly in silent surprise, but he asked no questions.
What he had given her was hers now. How she chose to spend it was entirely up to her.
In the villa’s grand study, the butler reported the activity in the garden downstairs to Father Jiang.
“…Nu Bei was digging something up in the flowerbed. It should be what Xiaojie referred to as the item that steals the Jiang Family’s fortune.”
Father Jiang was somewhat surprised. “That child actually knows about these things?”
The butler thought for a moment and said, “It’s also possible she just stumbled upon it.”
He continued, “The surveillance shows that the item was buried a month ago. According to Xiaojie, the Jiang Family should have lost a portion of its fortune. But after inquiring with Big Jiang, it seems that neither the company nor the household has suffered any financial loss during this time.”
In other words, the item Wu Sao buried had no effect, which cast some doubt on the reliability of Guan Xuxu’s statement.
Father Jiang listened thoughtfully, then smiled. “It seems it’s just a child’s little hobby. Very well, as long as it does no real harm, let her be.”
As for Wu Sao, even though she didn’t succeed, since her intentions were malicious, she could no longer remain in the Jiang Family.
On the other hand, upon hearing that the Jiang Family had supposedly not suffered any loss, Guan Xuxu’s first reaction was disbelief.
“Impossible.”
Even if it was just a trace, Wu Sao had indeed stolen a portion of the Jiang Family’s fortune.
And even that tiny strand of fortune was enough for Wu Sao’s family to receive a windfall.
Guan Xuxu was very certain of this.
Jiang Suo, seeing that she had actually predicted Wu Sao’s actions correctly, was contemplating whether he had been too harsh. But now, upon hearing this, he let out a snort.
“I knew someone was bluffing—stealing fortune? I’ve never even heard of such a thing!”
Guan Xuxu shot him a glance, and that look clearly said: you little brat, don’t test me.
Then she turned directly to Jiang Huai. “Check Wu Sao and her son’s accounts over the past month—that will tell us everything.”
Jiang Huai, curious about his sister’s investigation, didn’t mind the trouble. He made a phone call, and soon the results came through.
The moment Jiang Huai looked at the investigation report, his expression became unusually subtle.
Jiang Suo and Lu Xuexi, both curious, couldn’t help leaning in to see what the results were.
Jiang Huai silently put away his phone and looked at Guan Xuxu beside him. “The Wu family did indeed come into some money recently—they won a 510,000-yuan lottery.”
Guan Xuxu immediately wore a ‘see, I told you’ expression.
She had known she hadn’t been mistaken.
“Fortune is a matter of give and take. They gained 510,000 yuan, so the Jiang Family should have correspondingly lost a few tens of thousands,” she explained seriously.
Jiang Huai, however, was a little speechless.
“Last week, the branch company had a project issue, and we did lose a few tens of thousands,” he said.
But such an amount was negligible to him—let alone to Jiang Yucheng, a company president.
“You said the family would suffer a loss. I thought it would be at least hundreds of millions, but it’s only a few tens of thousands?” Jiang Huai looked as if to say, it’s not that I didn’t realize it—it’s your wording that misled me.
Guan Xuxu: …
So it wasn’t that their fortune hadn’t been siphoned—it was that the portion taken was merely a thread to the Jiang Family.
So trivial they wouldn’t even notice it missing.
Tsk, the damned rich.
Even now, as a member of the Jiang Family herself, she couldn’t help feeling a bit envious.
“Wu Sao’s son lost all the family’s savings to gambling a few months ago. Last month, he was arrested for drunk driving that caused a fatal accident. The victim’s family demanded 200,000 yuan in compensation before agreeing to issue a letter of forgiveness. Wu Sao probably came up with the idea of stealing the Jiang Family’s fortune because of this.”
With Wu Sao’s misdeeds exposed and her reluctant confession, Jiang Huai had the entire truth behind the matter uncovered within less than an hour.
When Guan Xuxu heard it was a fatal drunk-driving incident, she instinctively linked it to the Yin Sha—the malevolent energy—that seemed to cling to Wu Sao.
But in an instant, she realized something was off.
If Wu Sao’s son caused the death, Wu Sao could at most be indirectly tainted by Yin Sha. The Yin Sha on her, however, seemed to have fallen directly onto her…
Thinking it over, she asked Jiang Huai, “Can I see a photo of Wu Sao’s son?”
Jiang Huai, impressed by how quickly Xuxu had adapted to her identity as his sister and knew to seek his help, sent a message immediately. Soon, she had a photo of Wu Sao’s son.
Guan Xuxu enlarged the image on her phone and frowned after just a single glance.
“No, this person shouldn’t look like this.”
She requested his birth date and time, then retrieved three Tongbao coins from the mini bag at her waist to perform divination on the spot.
Jiang Suo, watching, wore a scornful expression and whispered with a sneer,
“Ha! Playing at magic tricks never ends, huh?”
Guan Xuxu ignored him, finishing her divination quickly. Her delicate face now carried a trace of seriousness.
Jiang Suo, eager for attention, sneered in a mocking tone, “So? Did you count his fingers and see some bloody disaster coming?”
He had seen this before—those fortune-tellers under the overpass all liked to say things like that.
He still didn’t believe that Guan Xuxu actually had any real ability.
Guan Xuxu ignored him and spoke directly to Jiang Huai. “Based on his Ba Zi, he should have been born with a natural dullness. In Buddhism, there are Eight Intelligences. If a person’s past sins are heavy, and in this life they wish to pursue enlightenment, one of their intelligences will be stripped, leaving them naturally dull. But this person currently possesses all Eight Intelligences. It seems Wu Sao used other means to make him appear normal.”
What she might not realize is that if someone’s past misdeeds would have naturally made them dull, restoring their intelligence is akin to defying fate—it not only shortens their lifespan but also makes them prone to becoming a truly wicked person.
Wu Sao’s son, addicted to gambling and having killed someone while drunk driving, was clearly suffering the consequences of such a restored intelligence.
At that moment, Guan Xuxu was speaking openly in the living room. She wasn’t trying to hide her words, yet a Yatou nearby kept her ears pricked, listening. She sensed that something important was being discussed but, mindful of her position, did not dare to speak up.