Chapter 7: Reencounter

"What is it?" Si Fuqing asked, hands in her pockets, looking completely nonchalant.

Her mask obscured her face, but it could not hide her inherent pride, clarity, and elegant, dashing aura.

"It's nothing." The man hesitated for a long while before ultimately saying nothing, merely offering a smile. "Once you go in, you should know in your heart what should be done and what should not."

Si Fuqing shrugged and put her phone away. "Don't worry."

Right now, she only cared about money; if the pay was low, she wouldn't do a thing.

Holding a notebook, the man watched the girl walk through the entrance and shook his head.

Although they weren't heading to a high-risk area like a desert, he truly hadn't expected a female bodyguard to apply.

Female bodyguards did exist these days, but they were extremely rare, and none of them possessed top-tier strength.

Those in the underworld who had been in Great Xia for a long time all knew that the Great Xia Escort Agency's official website had a dedicated "Ace Hall," which housed the top figures in the industry.

The bodyguards in the Ace Hall could not be hired simply by offering money, and within that hall, there was only one woman.

Her name was unknown, her age unknown, and her origins unknown.

Even the few clients fortunate enough to receive her help did not know her true identity.

However, any mission where she served as the head escort never failed.

Even the owner of the Great Xia Escort Agency couldn't figure out why such an expert would choose to work in the bodyguard industry.

Unfortunately, this expert had not appeared for nearly four years, and no one knew where she had gone.

The man gathered his thoughts and continued recording.

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There were no markings on the villa. Not long after Si Fuqing entered, she realized she was unable to find her way out of the garden.

"..."

Having been confined to the laboratory for half a year without going out, she had almost forgotten that she was directionally challenged.

In the past, when she went out to play with her senior brothers and sisters, she was always the one lying around like a salted fish, never having to worry about anything.

Si Fuqing looked left and right, eventually forced to change direction and walk onto a shaded path.

Just as she was about to reach the end of the path, a "swish" sound echoed as something pierced through the air at high speed.

Immediately, a harsh voice rang out: "Who goes there? You're looking for death!"

*Clang, clang, clang!*

A series of crisp sounds fell abruptly. Looking at the dozens of silver needles lying only half a meter from her feet, Si Fuqing's gaze turned instantly sharp.

Silver Needle Flower Bloom!

Were there Mo Family experts here as well?

Her expression remained unchanged as she took another step forward, bypassing the shrubbery to see a young man filled with murderous intent.

There was another man behind him.

To be precise, he was sitting in a wheelchair.

The man's tone was gentle and calm, yet his nobility was evident. "Feng San."

Feng San stopped, but the killing intent on his body did not subside, and his gaze was extremely unfriendly. "Ninth Brother!"

Yu Xiheng's brow twitched slightly as he looked up.

The girl was standing under the willow tree.

The hazy sunlight filtered through the branches and fell upon her, enveloping her in a layer of white light, making her look like a fragile dream.

She was looking at him curiously, her eyes reflecting the mottled shadows of the trees, mesmerizing and intoxicating like moonlight.

A pair of eyes that were very good at bewitching people.

The same pair he had seen the night before last.

Si Fuqing recognized him instantly; this was the man she had accidentally taken advantage of that day.

She had finally managed to escape, so how did she run straight into him today?

But she had to admit, this man possessed a fine countenance.

She had originally thought her master and eldest senior brother possessed celestial beauty, but she hadn't expected that the phrase "toppling all living beings" actually existed in this world.

He seemed to possess an incredibly powerful charm that made people willing to sink into him.

As he sat there, his powerful aura spread out overwhelmingly.

Yet it was not aggressive, but rather all-encompassing.

Si Fuqing watched him, thinking to herself that since she had been facing sideways and running fast at the time, he might not have recognized her at all.

At this thought, a smile touched her eyes and lips, and she said casually, "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm here to apply for the job, but I'm lost. Could you tell me which way to go?"

"Go out this way, turn left, and then turn right," Yu Xiheng replied, looking back at her, his voice slow. "After the third turn, you'll arrive."

His voice was just like him—pleasant to the ear, yet inherently commanding.

Si Fuqing couldn't help but rub her ears. "I see. Thank you."

Her gaze shifted downward to his legs, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"Look again—" This action caused intense killing intent to erupt in Feng San's eyes again, but he was interrupted by Yu Xiheng. "Feng San, let's go."

"...Yes!" Feng San could only suppress the killing intent in his eyes and followed the man away.

Si Fuqing did not leave immediately. She watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.

She had seen earlier that his legs were disabled and he could not move.

Yet the man from that night had very impressive footwork; he couldn't be a person with a disability.

After withdrawing her gaze, Si Fuqing successfully reached the front hall following the route Yu Xiheng had given her.

She stretched and found a seat.

Si Fuqing did not arrive particularly late, and many people arrived one after another. Their eyes were all on her, their emotions varying.

This included Shen Xingjun, who was already stationed in the second-floor study.

"Eh? Why is there a girl?" He glanced at the large screen and couldn't help but laugh. "This girl has wrapped herself up quite tightly."

Beside him, Yu Xiheng gazed out the window, his expression calm.

As if remembering something, Shen Xingjun frowned. "She didn't come for you, did she? I'll have to look into it."

Although Yu Xiheng had difficulty walking, because his face was so attractive, there were many socialites in the capital who were interested in him.

Not long ago, a young lady had even chased him abroad, causing quite a stir.

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow slightly and said unhurriedly, "She isn't."

"So sure?" Shen Xingjun was surprised. "But there's really no need to worry. She won't be selected, so she won't even get to see you."

In terms of strength, women had always been weaker than men.

The other bodyguards applying were all tall and burly; Si Fuqing's calves weren't even as thick as their arms.

On the screen, everyone else was warming up, while only Si Fuqing pulled a book out of her backpack and leaned against the chair to read.

The title of the book was clearly captured by the camera.

"The Biography of Emperor Yin?" Shen Xingjun naturally saw it and laughed. "This little girl, turns out she's a history buff."

As he spoke, he sighed, "But truly, who wouldn't admire someone like Emperor Yin?"

He was the "white moonlight" male god of countless people, even if he only lived in history books.

These words finally caused Yu Xiheng's gaze to shift to the large screen. He looked at the title *The Biography of Emperor Yin*, and his eyes darkened bit by bit.

As if sensing something, Si Fuqing raised her head.

She tilted her head and winked at the camera.

Shen Xingjun was startled. "Shi Yan, she..."

But Si Fuqing had already withdrawn her gaze and returned to her book.

In the next second, her body swayed as a foot kicked her chair hard.

The owner of that foot sneered, "I'm talking to you. Did you hear me?"

Si Fuqing closed her book, looked up again, and said with a smile, "Just now, you kicked my chair, right?"