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His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried an inherent authority that radiated a sense of power.

In that moment, a wave of tension and oppressive energy washed over everyone, making even Feng San’s heart shudder.

Struggling to cope with the overwhelming aura emanating from Yu Xiheng, Feng San gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white and beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. “Brother Nine…”

“I never said we’re letting it go either,” Si Fuqing leaned back in her seat, appearing quite relaxed. “Sansan, let me tell you, one should never repay kindness with malice.”

“But if someone keeps stepping on you, over and over again, and you just swallow your anger, they’ll think you’re easy to bully. Ever heard the saying, ‘people bully the kind and tame horses are ridden?”‘

Feng San: ‘

He felt wronged.

He had simply asked Yu Xiheng a routine question, using official language as he always did.

Who knew he’d get a different answer this time?

Yet at the same time, Feng San felt a sense of relief.

Despite having been with Yu Xiheng for so long, he still found it difficult to gauge the man’s intentions.

Yu Xiheng was approachable but unfathomably enigmatic, almost elusive.

“Besides, I’ve already given them a chance,” Si Fuqing sighed lightly, a hint of regret in her voice. “It’s really a pity they didn’t seize it.”

Feng San wiped his sweat, “My apologies, Miss Si. Your lesson is well-taken.”

“We’ll have dinner first,” Yu Xiheng spoke again, his voice maintaining its usual cool detachment. “Linjiang House.”

Feng San acknowledged and drove on.

Si Fuqing turned her head.

Only now did she notice that Yu Xiheng’s attire wasn’t lavish. It was neither the understated look often sported by wealthy young masters nor a luxury brand. It was genuinely ordinary.

Yet this ordinary suit seemed to take on a couture quality when worn by him.

The light fell, casting shadows across his cufflinks, creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and dark.

Si Fuqing grew thoughtful.

She hadn’t deliberately looked into Yu Xiheng’s background before.

But with a surname like Yu and given his generous disposition, he could only belong to that family in Sijiu City. She vaguely remembered Yu Tang’s third brother, who was draped in luxury from head to toe.

Yu Xiheng’s nobility, however, was innate, requiring no additional adornments.

While the Yu family was undoubtedly the leading wealthy family in Sijiu, this kind of demeanor could only be nurtured in an aristocratic family.

Si Fuqing shifted her gaze and reined in her thoughts.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of Linjiang House. Si Fuqing exited first, and Feng San drove off to the parking lot at the back.

“Whoo, whoo, whoo, Qingqing!” Yu Tang, who had followed them all the way, ran up to her. Seeing that Yu Xiheng wasn’t around, he immediately approached her, overwhelmed with emotion. “I knew it! Riding on his celestial cloud, Uncle Nine would surely rescue you from dire straits!”

Si Fuqing:

Celestial cloud? What is she talking about?

Yu Tang poked Si Fuqing’s collagen-rich face once, then again. “Oh, oh, oh, so soft, so squishy!”

Si Fuqing grabbed his hand. “It’s a real face. Stop poking it.”

“Qingqing, promise me, let’s not wear makeup, okay?” Yu Tang reluctantly pulled her hand back. “You could absolutely be the red carpet’s number-one female star in the entertainment industry just by going out bare-faced.

Si Fuqing was indifferent. “Being too beautiful can be troublesome, too.”

Yu Tang hesitated, then spoke softly. “True, the entertainment industry can be a dirty place. If you look too good, you’ll end up in some investor’s bed.”

Si Fuqing paused, then smiled. “Yes, the entertainment industry is a mess. Actually, it’s not just the entertainment industry.”

Yu Tang lowered her voice. “Let me tell you, although my Uncle Nine has some problems with his legs. There are plenty of people trying to get with him. Do you know Bie Yunxi?”

Si Fuqing thought for a moment and did recall the name Bie Yunxi.

A rising star, recently skyrocketed to fame for her role in a campus drama, and dubbed the “Nation’s First Love.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Really? Isn’t she supposed to be the innocent type?”

“You don’t know half of it,” Yu Tang snorted. “How many public images in the entertainment industry are real? They’re all just for gaining popularity.”

“Like me, I may be a fan, but I’m only interested in looks, never in genuine feelings. As long as I stay ahead, my ceiling will never collapse!”

Speaking of which, Yu Tang was puzzled. “Wait, aren’t you an insider? How come you don’t know anything?”

Si Fuqing shrugged. “What kind of insider am I? Have you ever heard of an insider as poor as me?”

“True.” Yu Tang started whimpering again. “Qingqing, you’re so pitiable, being exploited by my workaholic Uncle Nine. I must talk to him about hiding you away.”

“Stop.” Si Fuqing was unusually choked up. “I’m capable of making my own way. My relationship with your Uncle Nine is merely a financial transaction.”

“Alright, let me give you some more gossip then. Apart from Bie Yunxi, there’s also Xia Sheng. She’s also trying to get close to my Uncle Nine,” Yu Tang whispered, looking mysterious. “But Uncle Nine didn’t even glance her way; he had her thrown out.”

“So many women and he shows no reaction. Hey, Qingqing, do you think he’s, you know, incapable?”

Si Fuqing coughed lightly. “Miss Yu.”

“What is it?” Yu Tang still clung to her arm, rubbing it against her.

Si Fuqing arched an eyebrow. “Behind you.”

“What about behind me?”

Yu Tang turned around while pounding her chest. “Even if it’s my Uncle Nine behind me, it won’t stop me from saying he’s not—”

Yu Tang’s words hung in the air. Never before had she felt the world fall so quiet.

The man had returned at some unknown point.

Seated in his wheelchair, he exuded an aura of composed grandeur.

Next to him, Feng San lowered his head, not daring to even breathe heavily, his mouth twitching slightly.

This Miss Yu Tang really dared to say anything.

Yu Xiheng’s eyelids lifted slightly, his expression neutral. “Yu Tang.”

Yu Tang shuddered, breaking out into a cold sweat. “Uncle Nine!” Was she doomed? Had he heard everything she’d just said?

“Go back to Sijiu,” Yu Xiheng said flatly. “I have no room for you here.”

“No! I don’t want to!” Yu Tang clung tightly to Si Fuqing’s waist. “I want to stick with Qingqing; you can’t separate us, you villain!”

“Yu Tang,” Yu Xiheng’s eyes darkened. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Feng San stepped forward. “Miss, please don’t make it difficult for Brother

Nine.”

Yu Tang immediately backed off but still clung to Si Fuqing’s arm, whispering,

“Qingqing, help me out here.”

Si Fuqing looked up. “Huh?”

How could she help?

Si Fuqing thought hard for an excuse, then spoke solemnly, “I apologize, sir. It was Yu Tang and I who were gossiping earlier. We won’t discuss you anymore.”

“Given your heavenly grace, your grandeur that can swallow mountains and rivers, your world-shaking charisma, and your unparalleled presence, please don’t mind us petty people.”

Feng San:

He truly admired Si Fuqing’s eloquence. She could flatter like no one else.

Yu Xiheng’s expression paused momentarily, but on closer inspection, even the color of his lips remained as calm as ever.

With a swivel of his wheelchair, he was the first to leave, Feng San closely following.

Yu Tang’s mouth shaped into an O.

Even her grandfather couldn’t change her Uncle Nine’s mind, but Qingqing managed it with just one sentence.

Her choice was indeed correct!

Yu Tang cheered, “Qingqing, you’re amazing! I’ll owe you one for the rest of my life.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Si Fuqing flicked her hair back, nonchalantly. “I need to check my hate groups.”

Yu Tang:

She silently took out her phone and handed it over, somewhat reluctantly.

There were dozens of hate groups she had joined, each with around two thousand members.

Si Fuqing:

That’s something.

She’d been in the entertainment industry for two years, and while it was true she didn’t need a fan club, this many hate groups seemed excessive.

Aside from lacking professional skills and wearing heavy makeup, she hadn’t done anything morally wrong.

Even male celebrities who cheated or broke hearts didn’t have as many haters as she did.

“Qingqing, I swear, I’ve already converted from a hater to a fan,” Yu Tang said, her eyes brimming with tears. “I just forgot. I’ll leave the groups now.” “No,” Si Fuqing smirked. “I want you to be an undercover agent.”

Yu Tang looked puzzled. “???”

A few seconds later, she understood and clenched her fists, “Sounds awesome!

I’ll do it!”

Happily, she clung onto Si Fuqing’s arm again.

Both entered Linjiang House and sat in the private room arranged by Yu Xiheng.

“I’ll first see what they’ve been saying these days,” Yu Tang opened the largest hate group and paused. “Qingqing, why are they saying you went to the police station?”

Si Fuqing was unconcerned. “Hmm?”

The message was from the group admin and mentioned everyone.

[Group Admin][Did Si Fuqing Die Today?]: Received real-time information, Si Fuqing was taken by the police today at 2 PM. Apparently, she hit someone and fled, and the person is now in the hospital. She really has made a big mess this time. [Photo] [Photo]

[Group Admin][Did Si Fuqing Die Today?] : Let’s celebrate Si Fuqing’s exit from the entertainment industry in advance!