Fuck! This woman is ruthless!
At this moment, Xu Liang Han became even more certain that the woman before him could not possibly be his wife. Because his wife loved him so much, she would never let him lose even a single hair—how could she possibly make him swear such a vicious oath?
It’s so inauspicious—what if it comes true?
Even if Yu Xiang Qiao were extremely angry, she would never joke about his life.
And this was the biggest difference between this woman and his wife.
“Honey, are you sure you really want me to swear such a vicious oath?” Xu Liang Han put on a wounded expression. He stood up, cupped her face in his hands, seemingly affectionate but actually examining her features to see if there were any signs of plastic surgery.
There were no traces at all. Either the surgery was done too well, or it wasn’t surgery at all—this face truly belonged to his wife.
His hand slid toward her neck, seemingly caressing but actually pulling open her collar to check whether the small mole-sized growth on her neck was still there.
His wife had once told him: “This growth is so ugly. See, I didn’t have this before. It was from a tick bite when I was little, playing at a farm.”
“I didn’t know any better back then and just pulled it out. Luckily, I was fortunate—it didn’t cause swelling or inflammation, or I would’ve been in trouble. I heard these things are serious; you can’t just pull them out. If the head gets left inside, at best it’s unbearably itchy, at worst it causes persistent high fever, unconsciousness, and triggers forest encephalitis…”
“If that had happened, I wouldn’t have met you.”
…
Xu Liang Han was also grateful that she was a lucky one, casually pulling it out without encountering any issues.
He had even reminded her not to be so “careless” in the future.
Now, touching the thing on the back of her neck again, Xu Liang Han confirmed that this body might indeed belong to his wife.
In other words, it was entirely possible that his wife had been subjected to “Soul Seizure.”
This idea was a bit far-fetched. After being bombarded with urban fantasy novels for days, Xu Liang Han felt a sense of unreality. Yet, after probing with a few more questions, she still gave “wrong” answers, which was deeply unsettling.
With no other choice, Xu Liang Han resorted to his trump card. After coaxing and soothing the woman before him, he immediately excused himself to go to the bathroom and ran off to find his mother, Ruan Yao Yao.
His mother could see the words above people’s heads, so she would definitely know whether the person inside his wife’s body was his wife or not.
As soon as he stepped out, he happened to run into Ruan Yao Yao sneaking around, preparing to run off with her granddaughter.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
Ruan Yao Yao, holding the baby, was startled: “You… what are you doing here? Weren’t you coaxing your wife?”
“I did, so I came to find you,” Xu Liang Han thought Ruan Yao Yao had brought Xu Lingxuan out for a walk and said, “Perfect timing. My wife misses the child too. Take her over to see her.”
Ruan Yao Yao had no intention of going and quickly shook her head in refusal: “No, no, no. I don’t get along with your wife. I’d better not go. If you want to go, go yourself. You coax your wife…”
What she was really thinking was: [Fuck! Your wife has been taken over by someone else. Why should I go over there? To let her harm me?!]
[You little brat, if you want to die, die by yourself. Why drag me and your daughter into it?]
[I’m not going! I’d rather die than go! I’m taking your daughter and running away, getting out of the country as fast as I can.]
…
Xu Liang Han was shocked in his heart. Was his mother’s special ability so powerful that she could tell his wife had been subjected to Soul Seizure without even looking at her?!
So, his mother had come to the postpartum center this time just to run away with his daughter?
The more he thought about it, the more impossible it became for Xu Liang Han to let Ruan Yao Yao escape. His mother was the only one who could see the “truth.” If she ran away, wouldn’t he be left in the dark?
Dragging and pulling, he made a scene in front of the postpartum center staff and forcibly dragged Ruan Yao Yao into Yu Xiang Qiao’s room.
Ruan Yao Yao was furious, cursing endlessly in her heart.
[Ahhhh… Xu Liang Han, you damn fool! Why do you have to drag me along?!]
[I’m so angry!]
[Why can’t I get through to you? You idiot, your wife has been subjected to Soul Seizure, and there’s a powerful person behind her. What am I going there for? To serve myself up on a platter?]
[Please, just let me and your daughter go. I just want to live peacefully with your granddaughter and survive until the end. You dug up Cheng Xiang Rong’s ancestral grave, so you and your wife and son can go be buried with him, but don’t drag us poor grandmother and granddaughter into it…]
How did this even involve being buried alive? Xu Liang Han was terrified.
He was young, with a happy family, wealth, and influence. He had no desire to die young.
And how was this related to Cheng Xiang Rong again?
Wait, did his mother mean that the woman inside his wife’s body was Cao Man Hui?!
Damn it! Cheng Xiang Rong, screw you!
Did I dig up your ancestral grave in my past life? Are you done yet, always targeting my family?
If I had known earlier, I should have sent your wife to prison. Even if she had a psychiatric diagnosis and couldn’t be locked up, I should have made trouble for you to keep you from constantly targeting me…
At this moment, Xu Liang Han was filled with regret. Back then, he shouldn’t have thought it was too much trouble, figuring that causing a fuss would be pointless. On one hand, he considered their past friendship, and on the other, he couldn’t completely crush them, so he “handled it lightly” and let the matter go.
How long had it been?
Just a month, and his wife hadn’t even finished her postpartum recovery before causing trouble again.
This time, if he got the chance, he absolutely would not let that couple off the hook again.
Ruan Yao Yao was dragged into the room and immediately felt blinded by the golden light above “Xu Xiang Qiao’s” head—a dove wanting to occupy the magpie’s nest, labeled with “Soul Seizure.”
She closed her eyes, feeling like crying but having no tears.
[Wuwuwu… This is bad, it really is Soul Seizure!]
[It’s over, it’s over! With Anomaly events popping up, can I even survive until the end?]
Xu Liang Han: Mom, hurry up and touch her hand to see the details.
With the details, we’ll know what to do.
Unfortunately, Ruan Yao Yao had no desire to interact with “Xu Xiang Qiao.” Seeing her was like seeing bacteria—she held her granddaughter and kept as far away as possible.
On the other hand, “Yu Xiang Qiao” smiled at Ruan Yao Yao, with a hint of flattery: “Mom, you’re here too. Liang Han didn’t even tell me, or I would have prepared to properly welcome you.”
“Mom, please sit.”
She quickly pulled out a chair, inviting Ruan Yao Yao to sit.
Ruan Yao Yao didn’t dare refuse, afraid that if she wasn’t careful, she might anger the other party and end up being the one subjected to Soul Seizure.
She was just an ordinary person—how could she handle such Anomaly power?
In the room, aside from a nursing infant, not a single person was free of ulterior motives. Yet, they managed to converse harmoniously, presenting a picture of joyful harmony—truly a wonder.
Each was coaxing the other, all to navigate the current situation.
Perhaps the only one with a shred of sincerity was Yu Xiang Qiao, who was single-mindedly focused on winning over her mother-in-law, Ruan Yao Yao, hoping that life back home would be easier in the future.