Chapter 8: Yu Xiheng: Come Here

Standing before her was an interviewee wearing badge number 29, a man who was equally burly in stature.

He looked at her with a hint of contempt: "Are you withdrawing voluntarily, or do I have to carry you out on a stretcher?"

With so many bodyguards applying at once, no one truly took a girl who looked as fragile as a willow in the wind seriously.

The interview was a knockout tournament, consisting of one-on-one duels to determine the final five spots.

Number 29 realized his opponent was the only girl. On one hand, he was happy because it would be easy; on the other, he felt insulted.

If he couldn't even beat a little girl, how could he make a name for himself at the Daxia Escort Agency?

Si Fuqing tilted her head. "I'm asking you, did you kick my chair?"

"If I didn't kick your chair, would you even acknowledge me?" Number 29 grew even more impatient, sneering, "Just pick one. Let's make this quick."

"Then that's right." Si Fuqing stood up. "Who told you to kick my chair?"

As the last word fell, she moved suddenly.

Her long, slender fingers curled into a fist and struck directly toward Number 29's abdomen.

*Thud!*

With a heavy sound, Number 29 collapsed before he could even react.

"..."

All the noise ceased instantly; the first floor fell into a dead silence.

Shen Xingjun's jaw dropped.

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow.

"Huh, why did you fall down?" Si Fuqing looked down. "Get up quickly. Weren't you going to make me leave on a stretcher?"

Number 29 felt pain radiating through his entire body. He simply couldn't believe he had been taken down by a single punch from Si Fuqing.

Gritting his teeth, Number 29 exploded in rage: "I'm going to make you—"

However, his body had barely left the ground, and he hadn't even stood up yet.

*Thud!*

Another heavy sound rang out, and Number 29 collapsed once more.

"Why did you fall down again?" Si Fuqing leaned over. "Are you intentionally refusing to play with me?"

The words made Number 29 so angry he felt internal injuries. His veins bulged as he tried to rise.

But the pain in his body made it impossible to move. His eyes were wide, and his entire frame was trembling.

"Then forget it." Si Fuqing's fox-like eyes curved into a smile as she spoke unhurriedly. "I don't want to play with you either."

Number 29 felt a momentary sense of relief, only to see the girl lazily shake her hand before delivering one final punch to his abdomen.

*Thud!*

"I... I surrender... *pfft!*" Number 29 finally couldn't hold on and passed out directly.

Si Fuqing straightened up. "Anyone else want to play?"

The other brutes all took a step back in unison, breaking into a cold sweat.

Are you kidding? Knocking someone unconscious in three punches—is that "playing"?

Yu Xiheng rested his head on his hand, a hint of interest in the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Jiu," Feng San frowned. "If she wins..."

Yu Xiheng took a sip of tea and said slowly, "If she wins, she will be my personal bodyguard."

Feng San's frown deepened as he stared intently at the large screen.

From then on, no one fought Si Fuqing; she advanced all the way to the end.

Once all the candidates were selected, Shen Xingjun finally snapped out of his trance and immediately headed downstairs.

The four brutes stood together on one side, while Si Fuqing stood on the other.

The contrast was stark.

"Barring any accidents, it will be the five of you," Shen Xingjun nodded. "Next, I will go over some precautions with you. Do you have any other questions?"

Si Fuqing raised her hand like a well-behaved student asking a question: "I have a question."

Shen Xingjun found it quite novel. "Ask away."

"You're hiring five bodyguards, right?" Si Fuqing said righteously. "If I do the work of all five people, can I get five times the salary?"

Hearing this, the others: "...???"

Shen Xingjun was also stunned, choked by her words. "What?"

"Isn't it—" Before he could finish, Yu Xiheng raised his brow with a slight smile, his voice drifting down from upstairs, "You could put it that way."

Once he spoke, Shen Xingjun no longer objected.

"OK, then one of me is enough." Si Fuqing glanced toward the second floor and stretched her body. "I'll prove to you that I'm worth five."

As she spoke, she beckoned to the other four. "Big brothers, could you give me some face and come at me all at once?"

The four brutes: "..."

Three minutes later, all four brutes were lying on the ground, looking utterly despairing.

Feng San's expression finally changed.

Having practiced martial arts since childhood, he could tell that Si Fuqing had only used one hand from beginning to end.

Most importantly, she wasn't relying on brute strength, but purely on technique.

What kind of terrifying level of control was this?

"Xingjun," Yu Xiheng put down his teacup and spoke again. "Have the others leave."

Shen Xingjun sighed and had to order men to carry the four brutes away. He then waved to Si Fuqing. "Come, let's go upstairs."

Si Fuqing wiped her hands and followed him up.

The large screen in the study was retracted, and the room fell silent. Feng San stood behind Yu Xiheng, his cold gaze circling the girl, piercing and oppressive.

Si Fuqing glanced at him.

Did this guy have to look at her like she was his mortal enemy?

Just wait until she steals his job too.

As Si Fuqing was counting on her fingers how much money she could earn, she heard Yu Xiheng ask her in a low voice, "Do you know how to use a gun?"

Feng San also immediately looked over, his eyes burning with curiosity.

"Hmm?" Si Fuqing looked up and arched an eyebrow. "I don't."

Hearing this, Feng San finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If she was already that formidable in close-quarters combat, what would happen to everyone else if she knew how to use a gun?

"Mm." Yu Xiheng hummed. "Come here."

Si Fuqing stepped forward. "What is it?"

Yu Xiheng merely scanned her from head to toe and gave an order with a nod: "Prepare a few sets of casual clothes first. Get size S."

So he was getting her clothes.

Si Fuqing looked at her faded T-shirt and felt so sad she just wanted to draw circles in the air.

She was truly so poor.

Feng San also felt a flicker of pity.

By the time Si Fuqing passed the interview, her information had already reached Yu Xiheng's hands.

He also knew she was the child adopted by Old Man Zuo. Now that Old Man Zuo was gone, she naturally had no one to rely on.

"No!" Si Fuqing suddenly pointed at herself. "I need size M. Size S will burst the buttons."

Feng San's expression froze, looking at her in disbelief.

Did this Miss Si really dare to say anything?

However, Yu Xiheng's expression remained unruffled, as if he were long accustomed to this. He instructed unhurriedly, "Change to size M."

Feng San thought to himself that his willpower was indeed insufficient; he needed to learn more from Brother Jiu.

While waiting for the clothes, Si Fuqing was not polite; she sat down to munch on an apple and pulled out *The Legend of Emperor Yin*.

Yu Xiheng turned his head to chat with Shen Xingjun about something, but she didn't listen.

Beside them, Feng San took out his phone and specifically downloaded Weibo.

When Si Fuqing entered this place, her information had already been sent to Yu Xiheng.

Feng San also knew that she was actually a celebrity.

He had heard that there was a lot of news regarding celebrities on this app, and as someone following Yu Xiheng, he needed to collect as much information as possible.

Unexpectedly, before he could even type in Si Fuqing's full name, a trending topic was pushed directly to him.

Feng San frowned, pursed his lips, and pushed the phone over. "Miss Si, is this you?"