Xia Shuqin sat to the side, wearing a fitted dress whose exquisite tailoring accentuated her graceful figure.

With her arms crossed over her chest, her slender fingers slightly bent, she seemed ready to strike at any moment.

Her delicate face was filled with anger; her eyebrows were raised, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and her gaze was burning with fury.

"It must be that bastard Zhao Guodong's doing! He's been scheming to drive a wedge between my aunt and us. Maybe he's the one who deliberately prevented my aunt from coming back! I will never let that despicable man get away with this!" She said through gritted teeth, her voice filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with intense anger. Zhao Guodong's hypocritical face kept flashing through her mind, and the anger in her heart surged like a raging tide, wave after wave.

Time relentlessly passed by, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened, with the inky night enveloping the entire city.

One by one, the streetlights lit up, their dim yellow light swaying in the night breeze, as if telling the story of the city's loneliness and weariness.

Dinner time had long passed, and the food on the table had long since lost its heat. The exquisite dishes had become lifeless, as if they too were saddened by Xia Shuhua's absence.

However, Xia Shuhua's figure still did not appear in the sight that everyone was looking forward to.

Xia Wan's ominous premonition grew stronger. She could no longer suppress her anxiety and unease. Taking advantage of her grandfather and second sister's inattention, she quietly walked to the side, turned her back, took out her phone from her pocket, and opened the mysterious system interface.

The moment the screen lit up, the soft blue light shone on her face, outlining her tense and focused expression.

Her fingers flew across the screen as if playing a rapid melody, each click accompanied by her rapid breathing.

As she searched for Xia Shuhua's whereabouts, her eyes were filled with anticipation and nervousness, as if she were awaiting the judgment of fate.

As the system information kept refreshing and lines of text came into view, Xia Wan's expression gradually became serious.

It turns out that it wasn't Zhao Guodong who was obstructing things, but rather that Xia Shuhua herself didn't want to come back in the first place.

Upon seeing this information, Xia Wan was filled with doubt and shock, unable to understand why her aunt would have such a thought.

My aunt has always valued family ties, so why is she suddenly so resistant to going home? Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but she couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

However, the system gave her an unexpected surprise this time.

The system not only located Xia Shuhua's position, but also described Xia Shuhua's true inner thoughts.

With a nervous heart, Xia Wan carefully read the words, becoming increasingly alarmed with each reading.

From these inner thoughts, she learned that the person who possessed Xia Shuhua was not just an ordinary local, but actually one of Zhao Guodong's many unwanted romantic interests.

This news struck her like a thunderbolt, instantly making her understand the reason for her aunt's unusual behavior recently.

Xia Wan's heart skipped a beat; she knew the seriousness of this news. If this person with ill intentions were allowed to continue possessing her aunt's body, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Not only will the aunt's soul be trapped forever, but the Xia family may also fall into an even greater crisis.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and decided to continue digging deeper into this clue.

Her eyes revealed determination and resolve, like a warrior about to go to battle, unafraid of the difficulties and dangers ahead.

With the system's powerful search function, Xia Wan entered Zhao Guodong's name and quickly found several women who had had emotional entanglements with him and liked him.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar names on the screen, Xia Wan's eyes hardened as she began to investigate each one. Her gaze swept quickly across the screen, not missing a single detail. Behind each name might lie the secrets to her aunt's fate.

She meticulously examined each woman's information, from her birth date to her past experiences, from her family background to her interpersonal relationships, leaving no detail overlooked.

Like a seasoned detective, she searched for crucial clues amidst a sea of ​​information.

As she clicked the mouse on the screen and the pages kept switching, time slipped away quietly as she focused on her investigation.

After a difficult comparison and analysis, her gaze finally settled on a name named Zhou Jing. The records showed that Zhou Jing had died unexpectedly a few days prior, and her various behavioral characteristics were remarkably similar to those of the body-snatcher described in the system. Similar age, obsessive personality, and especially her near-mad infatuation with Zhao Guodong—all mirrored her aunt's current state.

Xia Wan felt a surge of excitement. She was almost certain that the other soul currently occupying Xia Shuhua's body was Zhou Jing.

Upon receiving this news, Xia Wan was deeply disturbed and it took her a long time to process the shocking information. Zhou Jing's file kept flashing through her mind as she pondered how to uncover the truth and how to rescue her aunt.

Just as she was thinking about how to subtly remind her grandfather and second sister of this shocking secret, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly broke the silence in the living room.

The footsteps grew louder and clearer as they approached, like a countdown to fate. Then, the door was flung open with a loud bang, and a gust of cold wind, carrying the darkness of night, rushed in, instantly chilling the atmosphere in the living room…