Chapter 15: Si Fuqing's Benefactor

Zuo Xuanyu was stunned.

She saw Si Fuqing say something to the person inside, then bend down and get into the car.

The white car drove away.

Zuo Xuanyu fell into thought.

She knew Si Fuqing was in the entertainment industry and was signed to Tianle Media, an entertainment company.

Zuo Xuanyu wasn't deeply involved in this field, but she knew the entertainment industry was a chaotic place; sleeping around for status and resources was a common occurrence.

As a Vice Chairperson of the Zuo Group, she had witnessed many such things at social gatherings.

Given Si Fuqing's professional ability, she was even a dance mentor on the popular talent show *Youth Boys*; surely, there must be some shady dealings involved.

However, Zuo Xuanyu couldn't be bothered to find out who Si Fuqing's benefactor was.

It was just that the car she had seen earlier looked very clean, but it wasn't a high-end luxury vehicle.

It was likely a self-modified car, not worth much money.

Zuo Xuanyu felt a hint of disappointment.

Si Fuqing had been with the Zuo family for so long, yet she had allowed herself to degenerate; she truly failed the teachings of Old Master Zuo.

But what did that have to do with her?

Zuo Xuanyu withdrew her gaze and turned to leave.

**

In the car.

Si Fuqing sat on the left, her hands pressed together: "Boss, thank you for picking me up considering I'm so poor I can't even afford the bus. But we have a deal: you can't dock my salary."

Feng San's mouth twitched.

Previously, he had indeed worried that Si Fuqing might have improper intentions toward Yu Xiheng and felt he had to be on guard.

But after these few brief interactions, he was certain that Si Fuqing's only true love was money.

Hearing this, Yu Xiheng's eyebrows moved slightly. He put down his book, propped his head up to look at her, and said slowly, "Didn't you just get a few hundred million from the Zuo family?"

"It's not like I earned it." Si Fuqing wasn't surprised he knew. She rested her chin on her hand. "Only money I earn myself can be spent with a clear conscience."

Yu Xiheng did not respond to that.

Feng San coughed twice. "Miss Si, Ninth Brother and I just saw the Zuo family looking quite frantic. Did something happen?"

"You mean that?" Si Fuqing didn't seem to care much. "I just disabled Zuo Zonghe's right hand, that's all."

To Feng San, that "that's all" felt heavy and heart-pounding.

Everyone in Lincheng knew how deep the conflict between the Zuo family and Si Fuqing was.

They had indeed come here out of concern for Si Fuqing.

It seemed they had made a wasted trip.

"Boss, you really are a good boss. Not only do you provide social security and housing funds for your employees, but you also guarantee their safety." Si Fuqing's fox-like eyes blinked, and she pressed her hands together again. "I really love you."

Feng San couldn't listen to it anymore and drove expressionlessly.

Yu Xiheng was a man of few words: "What time do we arrive?"

"Eight-thirty is fine." Si Fuqing rubbed her stomach, acting unreservedly. "I'm hungry. Can I have breakfast first?"

"..."

**

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a bun and porridge shop.

This place was far from the city center, and there was no one else in the shop.

Feng San watched helplessly as Si Fuqing ordered three baskets of buns and a bowl of black rice porridge all by herself.

Yu Xiheng remained calm. He took out a tissue to wipe the table and the stool, then spoke: "One basket of vegetable buns."

Feng San quickly relayed the order to the vendor and also ordered two baskets of meat buns for himself.

Soon, several baskets of buns were served.

"Hey, I didn't realize you were so down-to-earth, Boss." Si Fuqing took a bite of a bun. "I thought you wouldn't eat at roadside stalls."

Someone who could afford a bodyguard with a daily rate of 100,000 yuan must come from a prestigious background.

Young masters and ladies of wealthy families were usually very particular about their food.

Yu Xiheng paused and said indifferently, "This is nothing."

Although he had been in this era for 1,500 years, he often thought back to the battles of those years.

Loyal bones buried in green mountains, corpses wrapped in horsehide.

Life could be lost at any moment; why would one care about what they ate?

"True." Si Fuqing took another sip of porridge and added calmly, "Compared to the soldiers stationed at the borders in ancient times, this is already very good."

However, she had never been a picky eater.

In the past, she would stay locked in the laboratory for an entire month, relying on nutritional supplements to maintain her strength.

Unlike her two senior siblings, the "prodigal duo" of her sect, whose spending was so reckless that the finance officer responsible for reimbursements had cried while clutching her legs several times.

Yu Xiheng looked up, his gaze falling on the girl.

In that instant, his light brown eyes seemed to darken slightly, like torrential rain, his gaze filled with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Si Fuqing picked up another bun and sensed his gaze: "Boss?"

He wasn't thinking of docking her pay, was he?

"Eat properly." Yu Xiheng averted his eyes. His tone wasn't loud, but it carried authority. "No talking while eating."

Feng San was startled and reflexively stuffed a bun into his mouth to show he wouldn't utter a single word.

Si Fuqing simply gave a casual "oh" and continued enjoying her breakfast.

After finishing, she took out her makeup bag, applied a new "Shamate" style makeup, and boarded the car looking satisfied under Feng San's lifeless stare.

**

8:20 AM, *Youth Boys* training camp base, backstage.

The director and the planner were reviewing the latest voting rankings.

"This Xie Yu has great strength," the director remarked. "Even as an individual trainee, he's this fierce."

The planner slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Even with this, his votes are being suppressed."

The director glanced at the actual vote count backstage and couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

If his votes were being suppressed, how could he still be ranked second?

"By the way, Si Fuqing only took three days off. She must be present for today's second division assessment," the planner asked. "What did Tianle say?"

"Stick to the old plan," the director said. "All the scandals for the show will be manufactured by Si Fuqing. Even if there are no scandals, we'll edit them in to boost the show's popularity."

With scandals and drama, the show's heat could rise.

Unlike the fans, they knew that Si Fuqing was actually a sacrificial lamb for the show *Youth Boys*.

After all, among the four mentors, Si Fuqing's resume was arguably the worst.

Not only did she lack any substantial awards, but after two years of debuting, she was mediocre at singing, dancing, and rapping.

Every time the Starry Sky Girls performed on stage, she served as nothing more than a dry background element.

Someone like that acting as a dance mentor for a boy group survival show? And critiquing trainees?

It was almost laughable.

If she wasn't the show's sacrificial lamb, what else could she be?