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After all, Si Fuqing was an artist under Tianle Media, a leading entertainment company, so dismissing her application outright wouldn’t be prudent. A formality still needed to be observed.

The assistant finished sorting all the application forms and securely locked them away in a cabinet.

At six in the evening, Si Fuqing promptly exited the training base.

Not far from the base, a black car was parked.

The car was inconspicuous without any identifying marks, and thus mostly ignored by passersby.

Upon seeing her emerge, Feng San immediately opened the car door, “Miss Si, Brother Nine has asked me to take you to him.”

Si Fuqing approached and gracefully entered the car, “Let’s go, Sansan.”

Feng San twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly started the car.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at a villa.

“Eh, is Tangtang not here?” Si Fuqing entered and looked around, “Did she go back?”

Yu Xiheng replied indifferently, “She went out shopping.”

Si Fuqing sighed, “Youth is wonderful. When you get older, you lose the energy to even walk.”

She had woken up four years younger this time

—being eighteen again was the only consolation.

Feng San looked at Si Fuqing with a complex expression.

He was twenty-five and hadn’t spoken about getting old, yet Miss Si, at eighteen, already had the mindset of an elderly person?

Yu Xiheng finished reading the document in his hand and looked up, “What brings you here?”

“I’d like to check your leg muscles and nerves,” Si Fuqing said, sitting down in front of him and putting on medical gloves, “I diagnose and treat based on symptoms. ”

Yu Xiheng’s eyes lowered, the amber depths inside his pupils unreadable, “Go ahead.”

She rolled up the leg of his pants, revealing long, well-shaped legs.

The muscles were lean yet resilient.

They were not bulky like a bodybuilder, yet not skinny either.

It was the perfect kind of physique that looked slim in clothes but revealed a healthy muscular structure when uncovered.

With her gloved hands, Si Fuqing moved upward from his ankle, pressing lightly, “It wasn’t my imagination; your muscles are genuinely impressive.” Her touch was incredibly precise, discernible even through gloves.

It felt as if something ignited, on the verge of exploding.

Yu Xiheng’s eyes darkened abruptly, his voice deepening, “Don’t move.”

“Hmm? Is this area also uncomfortable?” Si Fuqing said, her professional instincts making her press again subconsciously.

“Swish!”

The next moment, her wrist was caught by him.

The contact between their skins felt cold, making her fingers twitch slightly.

However, he merely restrained her action with a gentle force.

He seemed to sigh softly, “Don’t touch.”

“Understood,” Si Fuqing finally realized, “You’re too sensitive there; I won’t touch it.”

Yu Xiheng’s gaze grew darker.

But he said nothing.

“Alright, let me use it as an example then,” Si Fuqing pulled out a certain Pixiu from her bag and lifted one of its front legs, “Look, I plan to start treating you from this part of your thigh.”

Little Bai:

Its owner was becoming more and more like a dog.

Why was she picking on its short, chubby legs?

Yu Xiheng leaned on his elbow, his eyes returning to their usual indifference.

He nodded, “What’s the significance?”

His words echoed those of the elder doctors from the Miracle Doctor Alliance.

“Your leg condition is unusual and different from other acquired disabilities, ” Si Fuqing frowned, “Despite years of disability, your muscles haven’t atrophied, which is strange.”

Yu Xiheng looked back with a gentle smile, “I exercise.”

“That’s what makes it difficult,” Si Fuqing touched her chin, “But I’ll definitely cure you.”

After a thorough examination, Si Fuqing had new insights. She made some notes in her notebook.

Yu Xiheng was still sitting on the sofa, his breathing undisturbed.

He looked at her, “You can go rest now.”

“Got it,” Si Fuqing waved and effortlessly made her way to her room.

Toiletries had been prepared.

Little Bai pawed at her leg and made a few sounds.

“Hmm? You say his aura makes you feel incredibly familiar?” Si Fuqing squatted down, “How familiar? Oh, you mean like seeing your dad?”

Before Little Bai could respond, it was suddenly lifted up.

Si Fuqing looked at it, ‘What dreams are you having? Your dad is rig] front of you.”

Little Bai: ‘

Woof, woof, the owner is so fierce.

“But there aren’t many people who can make you feel familiar,” Si Fuqing mused, her tone suddenly changing, “Wait, Bai Jinyu you little dog Pixiu! You feel familiar because of the smell of gold, don’t you?” Her fox-like eyes narrowed, emitting a menacing aura.

Sensing danger, Litle Bai turned and bolted.

But before Little Bai could run two steps, it was hoisted up again.

With no other options, Little Bai could only nuzzle Si Fuqing’s palm affectionately, letting out a little whimper.

“Give up; I don’t believe you,” Si Fuqing set it down on the table, “Focus on recovering your strength.”

Flipping over, Little Bai looked somewhat resentful.

When would it finally have a lot of gold to eat?

Life like this was unbearable.

The next day.

Si Fuqing went to the training base in the morning to continue training Xie Yu and Xu Xiyun, among others.

After a quick lunch and a thoughtful touch-up of her makeup, she headed straight for the advertisement shoot.

She had read the information yesterday.

This was a ready-to-wear ad.

The brand was niche, following a classic retro style.

So the location chosen was a small town near the city.

Si Fuqing wasn’t planning to take the assignment from Tianle Media too seriously.

But the person who had informed her was Jiang Changning; of course, she would give face.

A cold voice sounded from behind her.

“Over here.”

Si Fuqing turned around.

She saw a slender and tall woman standing under a willow tree, dressed in black leather from head to toe.

The woman exuded a chilly aura, which seemed to lower the surrounding temperature as well.

In Starry Sky Girls, aside from team captain Meng Xue, Jiang Changning was the most popular.

Unlike Meng Xue, who was always busy, Jiang Changning seemed uninterested in any engagements other than stage performances.

She did not do advertisements nor dramas.

This made her a breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry.

While the number of fans she had was not comparable to Meng Xue, they were very loyal.

Si Fuqing lazily pinched her face, “Ningning, what brings you here?”

“Here,” Jiang Changning took out a box from her bag, “If you feel dizzy later, eat some of these. How’s your low blood sugar?

Inside the box were cranberry cookies, alongside chocolates and mint candies.

“Wow, Ningning, you’re so considerate,” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “Whoever marries you will be incredibly fortunate.”

This body was indeed not very healthy before.

Not only did she get sick very often, she also had low blood sugar level.

It was also a symptom ofluck being stolen.

When they were training abroad, Jiang Changning noticed this issue and often baked her sweets.

Jiang Changning noticed Si Fuqing falling silent, her demeanor sinking into a sort of melancholy. “What is it?” Jiang Changning asked.

Si Fuqing picked up a cranberry cookie, her expression indifferent, “I was just reminded of some old friends.”

Jiang Changning glanced at her, “You have friends?” “Sure do,” Si Fuqing replied casually, “Isn’t there one right in front of me?”

Jiang Changning hummed softly and said nothing more.

“Where are your friends now?” she finally asked.

Si Fuqing paused, then replied in a seemingly light tone, “They’ve…all become

Buddhas, I suppose.”

Jiang Changning startled, “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Si Fuqing took a bite of the cookie, “Birth leads to death; it’s inevitable.”

However, her fingers gripping the box gradually tightened.

And the corners of her eyes began to redden.

“Let’s go, it’s crowded here,” Jiang Changning gave her a little push, “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Si Fuqing tucked the box into her bag and put on her sunglasses, “It’s just a formality; it shouldn’t take long.”

Inside the filming location.

The director and assistant director were conducting auditions.

Just as they were about to audition the next artist, a tall and imposing figure entered.

A man not older than thirty.

The filming director was shocked.

He stood up abruptly. “Director Qu, what brings you here?”

“Just passing by,” Qu Lingyun nodded, “Go on with your auditions; I’ll review these applicants.”

The director hurriedly handed over the remaining applications, keenly observing Qu Lingyun’s facial expressions.

Seeing that he didn’t seem displeased, the director breathed a sigh of relief.

But he relaxed too soon.

The next moment, Qu Lingyun slammed an application form onto the table.

The director jumped, “Director Qu?”

“Is anyone allowed to audition now?” Qu Lingyun pointed to the gothic photo on the application form, almost laughing in disbelief, “Even the application photo is heavy with makeup. Which artist is this?”

“Tell her to remove her makeup. If she won’t, make her. Once she’s done, call her in. I will conduct the interview personally.”

The director hesitated for a moment, then quickly sent a staffer to find her.

Si Fuqing was sitting outside at this time, basking lazily in the sun.

She had lowered her presence to the point that she was almost invisible until the noise level increased, and all eyes converged on her. Someone even yelled, “She’s here!”

Si Fuqing narrowed her fox-like eyes and looked up.

She saw the staffer led by the floor manager approaching her, stopping right in front of her.

The staffer handed over the prepared makeup remover and smiled politely yet distantly, “We have hot water here; Miss Si, could you please remove your

makeup?”