Chapter Sixty-Three: A New Identity!

The company was about to descend into chaos, and Shen Qingli, thinking quickly, hurried upstairs. Suddenly, she paused, turning to the man behind her. “Xie Jinchuan, I can help you too. I really don’t want you to shoulder everything alone—I don’t want that.”

Seeing the worry etched on her face, he strode over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Alright. But before anything else, you must protect yourself.”

“I will.”

In that moment, they saw only each other. Shen Qingli threw her arms around Xie Jinchuan in a deep embrace, then quickly made her way up the stairs. As he watched her leave, his face darkened the instant he turned away.

It wasn’t that he had found nothing during his investigation earlier—he had, but the clue led to the back mountain, and he didn’t want Shen Qingli risking herself by coming along.

Meanwhile, the commotion outside had been swiftly dealt with by the police, who took everyone involved away. After all, the uproar had been anything but trivial.

As his car sped toward the back mountain, Xie Jinchuan’s thoughts churned.

At the very same moment, the instant Xie Jinchuan crushed the black bead, Rong Qiaoyi, lying far away in her hospital room, immediately sensed something. Without hesitation, she roused the person she had prepared in advance and quickly withdrew her spiritual power.

“Shen Jingrong’s been arrested?”

Suddenly, she thought of someone she could use to her advantage and asked her agent, who stood nearby.

“Of course. She tried to commit murder—attempted, anyway. She’s locked up tight,” her agent replied indifferently as he peeled an apple.

“Get her out. Bring her to me in secret.”

The agent blinked in confusion, but as a red flash flickered in Rong Qiaoyi’s eyes, the woman once again became a puppet under her control.

“Yes,” the agent replied, immediately heading downstairs to drive to the station.

Before long, she returned with Shen Jingrong, who was battered and bruised, her face twisted in despair—as if she had suffered unspeakable humiliation inside.

“Why would you save me?” Shen Jingrong asked, baffled, as she stood by the hospital bed, staring at the woman before her. She simply couldn’t understand what this woman wanted.

“I’m saving you so you can take your revenge. You must have suffered greatly inside these last few days. I can help you—I can help you kill whoever you want, and even take back everything that should be yours.”

Rong Qiaoyi sat up straight, lips curving into a slight smile.

Shen Jingrong couldn’t deny she was tempted.

She had suffered worse than death in prison. Those few days had felt like years, and what some of the women did to her there made her feel nothing but disgust. She was powerless to resist, forced to endure such humiliation. She swore—she would kill Shen Qingli. If not for her, how could she have ended up like this?

“You want something in return, don’t you?”

Seeing the wariness creeping into Shen Jingrong’s expression, Rong Qiaoyi smiled. “So you’re not a fool. Of course I have conditions. Come closer, and I’ll tell you what they are.”

Cautiously, Shen Jingrong leaned in, only for the woman’s demeanor to suddenly shift. Rong Qiaoyi’s hand shot out, grabbing her head.

In the next instant, a wrenching sensation tore through her skull.

As Rong Qiaoyi withdrew her hand, Shen Jingrong’s eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the floor.

“What…what happened?” the agent gasped in horror, only to be knocked unconscious by Rong Qiaoyi.

She then stepped down from the bed—there was no sign at all of her supposed broken leg.

“A person like this makes the perfect puppet. And you still harbor so much hatred for Shen Qingli,” Rong Qiaoyi murmured, the orb of spiritual light in her hand growing brighter and the fallen god’s mark on her forehead becoming more pronounced.

“Come, let me give you a new face, a new identity—let’s see how you can disgust that little wretch, Shen Qingli.”

She infused the spiritual light with divine power, then smeared the face-changing clay she’d brought down onto Shen Jingrong’s face.

Only then did she absorb the orb of light back into herself. As the light fused, Shen Jingrong’s face transformed into one of pure innocence, harmless and vulnerable.

Naturally, Rong Qiaoyi also altered her memory—ensuring that, in this woman’s mind, all her current misery was due to that wretched Shen Qingli.

“From now on, you’ll be Ye Qingqing.”

With a touch of her fingertip, Shen Jingrong—no, Ye Qingqing—awoke.

“It’s Sister Qiaoyi… Sister Qiaoyi, am I alive again?” the woman before her was no longer Shen Jingrong. Rong Qiaoyi had fused the soul fragment of Ye Qingqing, who had died because of Xie Jinchuan, into her. Now, Shen Jingrong was Ye Qingqing.

“I’m sorry, Qingqing. It’s my fault—I wasn’t able to wake you up until now,” Rong Qiaoyi said, her tone full of sisterly affection, though a shadow flickered deep in her eyes.

Shen Qingli, let’s see how strong your love can truly endure this time.

Elsewhere, not far away, as Shen Qingli handled matters at Tianqi, an inexplicable sense of foreboding seized her heart. It felt as if something unspeakable had lodged in her chest, leaving her deeply uneasy.

She pressed a hand to her chest, frowning.

Li Xi, who stood by her side, noticed her discomfort and immediately asked, “Are you alright? Chest pains? President Shen… you really shouldn’t read these online comments right now.”

He reached to close the laptop in her hands, but she stopped him.

“The hospital surveillance footage has been restored. Upload it online—no need for commentary. As for that photo, post the original and send out a formal legal warning.”

“If anyone dares to attack me again, whether verbally or physically, because of these baseless rumors, I won’t let a single one of them off!”

Shen Qingli’s voice was cold. Did these people really think that holding a camera and a keyboard gave them control over the world?

“Should we take further action this time?” Li Xi suggested. After being hounded by the news again and again, if they didn’t push back, people might start thinking they were just paper tigers.

“Target the ones making the most noise online,” Shen Qingli replied icily.

Li Xi nodded and quickly tracked down the main culprits, immediately posting the legal letters. The online atmosphere shifted dramatically. As people questioned whether the legal warning was genuine, an official announcement appeared.

Those few individuals who had spread rumors online had truly been arrested.