Chapter 6: The First Mechanical Queen

Every time they saw Si Fuqing's heavily made-up face, they felt like vomiting.

Her makeup was so hideous that her true appearance must be too ugly to show anyone; they had no idea where she got the nerve to pursue Yu Yao.

Never mind Lin City—even among the socialites of the capital, Yu Yao was the one who did the choosing.

Si Fuqing had no family background and no looks; she only had thick skin.

"What a pity that Old Man Zuo is gone," one young master sighed. "Si Fuqing's good days are coming to an end."

Another chimed in, "Speaking of which, that Zuo Xianyu from the Zuo family is truly impressive. Only twenty-four years old and already a vice president of the Zuo Group. She grew up in the Zuo family, so how is she so different?"

"I used to think Zuo Xianyu was quite pretty, but she can't compare to that girl just now at all!"

"I think so too. Sigh, if I weren't so exhausted today, I definitely would have gone up to strike up a conversation."

Hearing this, Yu Yao finally lifted his eyelids and glanced indifferently in the direction they were pointing, but he only saw the girl's back.

Her waist was slender, and her legs were long and straight.

The girl was skipping forward, looking like a little fox out foraging.

Yu Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of doubt passing through his pupils.

Why did that silhouette look somewhat familiar?

"Oh, right, A-Yao, has that Si Fuqing stopped pursuing you these past few days?" the young master teased. "I heard she entered the entertainment industry because of you. Seriously, aren't you going to give her a response?"

Yu Yao finally spoke, his expression indifferent: "She's not worthy."

"Fine, let's not mention her. A-Yao, are you going back to the capital? When will you come back?" the young master asked again. "You mentioned your uncle earlier, is he..."

Yu Yao's expression shifted slightly. He tugged at his tie with some irritation: "We'll see. Scatter, stop bothering me."

With a cold face, he walked away without looking back, leaving the young masters staring at each other.

The young masters didn't chase after him, nor did they dare ask more.

They didn't understand the affairs of the capital, nor did they have the right to.

Being able to hang out with Yu Yao was already lucky enough; they wouldn't dare pry into his family matters.

**

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing returned home, slammed a cutting board onto the kitchen table, and chopped out a pound of pork ribs for herself.

After putting all the ingredients into the pot, she was quite satisfied: "Not bad, I'm actually quite good at cook—"

Before the last word could leave her mouth, there was a loud "bang!"

Si Fuqing jumped back just in time, clutching the kitchen door as she peeked at the stove.

The bad news was the pot had exploded.

The good news was it hadn't exploded on her this time.

In the past, her Eldest Senior Brother was responsible for cooking, while she, ranked ninth, had been raised to be a kitchen disaster.

Even if she wanted to try cooking a meal, her senior brothers and sisters would chase her out, fearing she would blow something up.

Was she really that destructive?

Well, yes, she was.

After all, she was also a great person who had once blown herself up.

Si Fuqing sighed. After cleaning up the mess, she prepared a bowl of instant noodles with a look of utter despair.

The ribs she had spent fifty yuan on had been sacrificed to the heavens, and the pot was gone too.

After a bite of instant noodles, Si Fuqing was resurrected in a second.

She opened her laptop and typed in a URL.

This laptop was several years old with poor performance; its only advantage was that she had bought it with her own money.

However, the price of being old-fashioned was that as soon as she pressed Enter, the computer froze instantly.

Ten seconds later, the host declared a failed reboot and the screen went completely black.

Si Fuqing: "..."

Fine, it seemed the heavens just loved to work against her.

She put down the instant noodles, expressionlessly pried open the laptop's back cover, and pulled out a screwdriver.

While repairing the computer, she hummed a song: "I am a repairman, I am never in a hurry, I only start repairing once the computer explodes..."

A few minutes later, the computer lit up again, and its running speed increased tenfold.

Si Fuqing clapped her hands: "Done."

If all else failed, she could always go to a street stall and work as a screen protector repairman.

As the page scrolled, four words appeared in the center of the screen.

Great Xia Escort Agency.

Like the Mo Family of Zhongzhou, the Great Xia Escort Agency was also a power that had endured for thousands of years. It possessed the strongest bodyguard system in the entire Great Xia Empire and had high international recognition.

When she was bored and looking for extra money in the past, she had taken on bodyguard missions a few times.

Si Fuqing scanned the homepage; there were various tasks such as protection in high-risk areas and celebrity protection.

She had no intention of logging into her old account; instead, she happily registered a new account and began checking the tasks.

Unfortunately, either her level was too low, or the mission locations were too far from Lin City.

She was currently someone who couldn't even afford a train ticket.

Si Fuqing looked patiently until a newly refreshed mission finally appeared.

She rubbed her chin: "Daily wage of 100,000, three days total, destination Yan City, room and board included. Seems not bad."

Yan City was right next to Lin City, backed by mountains and water, with a simple and honest local culture.

If anyone had tried to hire her at such a low price before, she would have told them to crawl as far away as possible.

But times had changed.

She could be flexible; she could just start over from scratch. She had already died once, so what was there to fear?

Si Fuqing clicked "Accept," entered her ID information, and received an interview location and ID number.

Exiting the Great Xia Escort Agency official website, she thought for a moment and then typed in the words "Oracle."

This was one of the games she used to play.

A new page quickly popped up on the screen, and a game promotional video began to play automatically. The art style was grand and exquisite, comparable to an action blockbuster.

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow: "Tsk, this dog game has lived quite a long time."

She conveniently downloaded the game's official chat software and slowly logged into her game account.

Just as she logged in, before she could see anything clearly, countless red dots flashed, and several dialogue boxes popped up directly.

[Big Brother?!]

[Holy crap, Big Brother, you've been gone for almost four years and you're finally back?]

[Quick, quick, quick, Big Brother, a new dungeon is coming out next month. Take me for the first kill! You aren't allowed to take anyone else, wah!]

Si Fuqing: "..."

It was one thing for the dog game to exist, but why were these dogs here too!

She decisively exited the software and went straight to bed.

**

The next day.

Si Fuqing was woken up by her alarm.

With a tuft of messy hair, she lingered in bed for a moment, rubbed her face, washed up quickly, and headed out.

Because she was poor and there were no buses nearby, she chose to ride a shared bike.

After pedaling furiously for twenty-five minutes, she finally arrived at her destination.

Si Fuqing rubbed her buttocks and sighed: "It would have been more comfortable to fly my fighter jet."

She looked up ahead.

It was a private villa with a garden; in Lin City, such a house would cost at least 500 million.

Even if it wasn't a great clan like the Zuo family, it wouldn't be much less.

Si Fuqing finished her last bite of a bun, put her mask back on, and walked forward.

There was someone at the door responsible for recording numbers; she handed over her ID number.

"Hmm, number thirty... wait." Hearing her voice, the person looked up, their brow furrowing.

The bodyguard industry was full of large, imposing men. What could a little girl come here to do?

Si Fuqing: *Maybe just casually beat someone into a pulp qwq*