Chapter 12: Yu Xiheng: Get in the car

If Yuelan Jewelry and Jingcheng Real Estate fell into Si Fuqing's hands, they would be squandered in less than a year.

Si Fuqing was a useless person, mediocre in both academics and martial arts; how could she possibly manage a company?

If they truly went to her, they would be ruined.

Hearing this, Madam Zuo felt it was profoundly true. She found Si Fuqing's phone number and immediately dialed it.

When Si Fuqing answered the phone, she was busy haggling with the owner of a hardware store: "Boss, make it cheaper. There's some rust on this pair of pliers. Five yuan won't stop you from making a profit."

Seeing that her canvas shoes were faded and realizing she was just a young girl, the owner waved his hands helplessly. "Fine, fine, fine. Just take them."

Si Fuqing eventually bought a pile of tools for fifty yuan. Her first time haggling gave her a great sense of achievement.

Thus, when her phone rang, she answered it without even looking.

"Si Fuqing, come back for a bit later." On the other end of the line, Madam Zuo spoke with a hint of condescension. "There is something the family needs to discuss with you. It concerns your grandfather."

"You want me to come over? Sure." Si Fuqing brushed her hair back and smiled. "Beg me, and I might come back."

A loud *clatter* came from the phone, followed immediately by the line cutting off into a series of "beep, beep, beep" tones.

Si Fuqing blocked the number and said indifferently, "Is that all she's got?"

She slipped her phone into her pocket and lowered her gaze.

The fact that the Zuo family wanted her back at this time meant it must be related to Old Master Zuo's will; they had likely left her quite a lot.

She suspected that Old Master Zuo's death was not natural.

At the same time, she was surprised as to why Old Master Zuo had been so good to her.

She needed a reason to go and see Old Master Zuo's body.

Si Fuqing leaned against a wall, staring at the sky in thought. After an unknown amount of time, she heard a surprised voice calling her: "Miss Si?"

She turned around to see a black sedan parked in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing Feng San in the driver's seat.

He saw the pile of hardware tools Si Fuqing was carrying on her back, including a hammer, and fell silent for a second. "Miss Si, you are here?"

"Oh." Si Fuqing sighed. "Viewing the scenery amidst such sorrow, I even felt the urge to compose a poem. What a sin, what a sin."

Feng San: "..."

"Don't mind me." Si Fuqing waved him off. "Just let me be sorrowful for a while longer."

Before Feng San could speak, the rear door opened.

A man stepped out, dressed in a sharp suit, tall and imposing.

He sat quietly in the back seat. The dappled light fell upon his straight nasal bridge, exuding an air of luxury and a nobility that felt almost unreal.

Yu Xiheng glanced at her, his voice deep and powerful: "Get in."

Si Fuqing turned her head and, two seconds later, ran over happily to put the tools she bought into the car's trunk. "Boss, you're the best!"

A fool wouldn't take advantage of a bargain if given the chance.

If a "fat sheep" delivered itself to her door and she didn't fleece it, that would be the real sin.

The rear seat was massive. Si Fuqing sat on the other side, half a meter away from Yu Xiheng, yet she could still feel his intense presence.

He carried a very faint scent of osmanthus on a moonlit night—crisp and pleasant, slowly enveloping her.

Much like the man himself, it was low-key and mysterious.

Yu Xiheng closed his eyes. "Do you have work tomorrow?"

"Huh? Oh, right." Si Fuqing pointed to the advertisement on the screen ahead. "I'm a mentor in that."

The screen was displaying a promotion for *Youthful Teens*. Lu Yan occupied the center position, followed by Xie Yu.

After the photos of several popular trainees finished playing, the mentor group appeared.

Si Fuqing's "shag" makeup style stood out like a landslide among the four mentors.

Feng San's temple twitched. "Miss Si, you don't even take off your makeup when you go on a show?"

Others tried their best to look like celestial beings, but why did Si Fuqing only seem to make herself look uglier?

"I'm not taking it off." Si Fuqing rested her chin on her hand, speaking unhurriedly. "As long as it's pleasing to the boss's eyes, isn't that enough? Do the others pay me?"

Feng San's expression changed, his heart leaping into his throat, fearing that Si Fuqing might lose her life in the next second.

To his surprise, Yu Xiheng merely opened his eyes and gave her a brief glance without saying anything.

Indeed.

Whether during the 27 years of the Yin Emperor or now, the beauties he had seen could not compare to Si Fuqing.

There was also a certain magic about her; a few words from her could make him relax.

Although the era of urgent warfare had passed thousands of years ago, his nerves had remained taut until now.

Yet, those words she said that day had unexpectedly allowed him to have a rare good night's sleep.

The promotional images were still playing on the screen. Si Fuqing clicked her tongue. "What a bunch of mediocre talents these days. To think they can even enter the entertainment industry with such poor skills."

Feng San: "..."

Was she insulting herself?

Si Fuqing watched the fans taking photos in front of the advertisement, recalling her past.

When she was playing in Glane, the surrounding actors had both acting skills and looks.

They were all busy honing their craft; who had the time to engage in "stepping on others" for marketing?

That was an era where strength spoke for itself.

It was a battle of gods, a clash of peaks.

How had the Great Xia entertainment industry regressed instead of progressed during the three years she was gone?

Having done experiments for too long, she indeed hadn't acted or sung in a while, and she felt a bit nostalgic.

"Boss." Si Fuqing suddenly turned her head, full of enthusiasm. "Shall I sing *Wei Feng Tang Tang* for you?"

Feng San, who was driving, was puzzled. "What is *Wei Feng Tang Tang*? A war song?"

Yu Xiheng looked up, his dark eyes deep. His tone was unreadable, but it carried a hint of coldness: "Drive carefully."

Feng San: "???"

What did he do?

Feng San was bewildered.

Driving with one hand, he carefully typed "Wei Feng Tang Tang" into his phone with the other.

He accidentally caught sight of a line: "Still wanting to demand more."

It was clearly an erotic song.

Feng San's face froze. "..."

He silently put his phone away and focused on driving.

***

After returning to her small apartment, Si Fuqing received another call from the Zuo family.

This time, it was Zuo Xianyu, who spoke in a gentle tone: "Fuqing, please just come back once. It really is an emergency. If it can be resolved well, you can name any condition you want."

"Grandfather is about to be buried. He wouldn't want to see you living in such misery."

Si Fuqing crossed her legs, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. "Any condition I want?"

The Zuo family members were dying for her to perish.

Last time they tried to slit her wrists; wouldn't they try to take her head this time?

Zuo Xianyu remained gentle. "Yes, Fuqing. The family is waiting for you. If you're free, let's have dinner together tonight."

After a few more sentences, the call ended quickly. Zuo Tianfeng asked impatiently, "How was it?"

Zuo Xianyu frowned slightly. "She agreed to come."

"Good, Xianyu, your intervention was indeed successful." Zuo Tianfeng was immensely gratified. "Prepare the consent form for renouncing the inheritance. Once she arrives, make her sign it."

To take things from the Zuo family? Does Si Fuqing even deserve it?

Feng San: The eternal victim/tool.

Qingqing: I am the favored one!

Yu Xiheng: Mm.

Wow, look at the male lead's screen time; the other three combined can't even compare. 2333