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Xu Ruotong turned around abruptly.

Two figures had appeared behind her without her noticing.

A young man sat in a wheelchair, his presence subtle yet overpowering.

An umbrella hovered above him, partly veiling his face and casting a shadow that concealed all but his lips and a frosty arc of his jawline.

Feng San held the umbrella, his eyes coldly fixed on Xu Ruotong.

Stunned, Xu Ruotong took a few steps back, nearly losing her balance. “Who…who are you?

Finally steadying herself, she bristled, “Why are you hiding your face? Are you ashamed to be seen?”

“A joke,” Feng San retorted coldly, “Is my master’s face something you’re qualified to gaze upon? What do you take yourself for?”

Fear consumed Xu Ruotong, sending cold sweat trickling down her spine.

The duo spoke with an antiquated elegance, and despite their modest attire, they radiated an unmistakable nobility. They could only be scions of a prestigious family.

Yet, aside from her peripheral connection to the Zuo family, what other powerful families could Si Fuqing be associated with?

“I apologize for any inconvenience,” Xu Ruotong forced a smile, treading carefully, ‘May I know what brings you gentlemen here? Please instruct me, and I’ll see it done.”

Feng San briefly lowered his head as if receiving instructions from Yu Xiheng. Then he returned his gaze to Xu Ruotong, a detached smile on his lips, “My master has two points to make. First, stay away from Miss Si. Second, forget about live streaming or anything else—head to the police station for some introspection.”

Xu Ruotong’s eyes widened, “What are you talking about?”

Ignoring her, Feng San pulled out a newly-purchased laptop and contacted a few people. Suddenly he looked surprised, “Brother Nine, it seems her account has already been banned. Someone beat us to it.” He turned the laptop screen towards Yu Xiheng.

Yu Xiheng propped up his jaw casually, “Go on.”

“Not just her new streaming account, even her IP address is gone,” Feng San scratched his head, “though I’m not exactly sure what an IP address is.”

He was struggling to keep up with the rapid pace of technological advancements, having been secluded in the MO family’s estate for so long.

Yu Xiheng nodded slightly, “Alright, let’s go.”

Casting a final glance at Xu Ruotong, Feng San wheeled Yu Xiheng away.

Cold sweat had completely soaked through Xu Ruotong’s clothes, her nerves on edge with terror.

Before she could even catch her breath, her phone rang.

Her hand trembling, she picked up, “Hello?”

“Is this Miss Xu Ruotong?” The voice on the other end was courteous, “You are implicated in a case involving defamation and spreading false information. The victim has already filed a complaint, and we would like you to cooperate in our investigation.”

Xu Ruotong felt her knees weaken, her face turning deathly pale.

It was over. She was done for.

At ten o’clock, netizens who had been waiting eagerly for updates finally saw a Weibo post from Si Fuqing.

[@Si Fuqing: Regarding Xu XX’s malicious slander against me, I have already filed a complaint [picture]. Furthermore, I neither accept nor forgive such a trivial apology. If you want my forgiveness, apologize to me in person @Lin Qingyan.

Also, don’t think you can make decisions for me while I’m asleep. I have two words for you all: get lost.]

The online crowd that had been waiting for hours was stunned.

[Is Si Fuqing this bold??]

[Wow, Si Fuqing not only took down Xu Ruotong but also slapped Tianle Media in the face. Such courage!]

[I’m officially a fan now. The entertainment industry needs more people who dare to defy capital like Si Fuqing.]

Xu Ruotong’s fans had long lost their fighting spirit, especially after discovering that her Weibo account had been deleted.

Si Fuqing’s direct mention of Lin Qingyan also had her fans up in arms.

[Did I read that right? Si Fuqing and Qingyan just started fighting? How dare she?]

[I won’t say who’s at the bottom in ‘Youth With You,’ or who can neither sing nor dance.]

[In fairness, this incident has nothing to do with Qingyan. It was the staff trying to suck-up to Lin Qingyan that resulted in this. Qingyan didn’t know it was from Si Fuqing’s room. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Si Fuqing for being too domineering. ]

In the voting area for the mentors, Lin Qingyan was first, followed by Li Jingchen.

Si Fuqing had only a few hundred votes, most likely from people who voted accidentally.

She didn’t care about the voting area at all.

The silence of the dance room was broken by the sudden ring of a cellphone.

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow and answered casually, “I thought you’d be quicker.”

Feng Peizhi erupted, “I was only gone for two weeks, and you’ve stirred up all this trouble. What are you trying to do? Delete your Weibo post and apologize!

Do you want to shame the company?”

Si Fuqing smirked, cutting her off, “I’m not your pawn.”

“What are you talking about? Have you gone mad?” Feng Peizhi was bewildered. Si Fuqing drawled, “So, keep your indignation to yourself.”

Ten seconds later, Feng Peizhi finally caught on and exploded, “Si Fuqing, you’re digging your own grave, you—”

The call was terminated, leaving only a busy tone.

Any subsequent calls were also met with a busy tone.

She had been blocked.

Feng Peizhi threw her phone in a fit, “Rebellious! Absolutely rebellious!”

“Sister Feng, be calm,” an assistant immediately handed her a glass of water. “Ms. Meng is about to record a song and is waiting for you. Don’t let unrelated people ruin your mood.”

Feng Peizhi’s face softened, “Alright, I’ll get ready and head over.”

In the study of a villa that evening, Yu Xiheng answered a phone call.

The screen displayed no numbers, only four English letters—ZERO.

“My lord, banning an account is simple enough, even my college juniors could do it,” the voice on the other end said. “But to erase her IP address without leaving a trace, that’s T18’s work!”

His voice was filled with hatred, “Damn T18! I’ll slaughter them!”

ZERO and T18 had clashed many times and had numerous conflicts of interest.

Neither would yield to the other, leading to a stalemate in the world of international intelligence.

“Also, I remember that those T18 bastards even tried to arrange a marriage alliance with you years ago,” the voice continued indignantly. “Absolutely not! We won’t allow it!”

Yu Xiheng nodded, cutting him off without engaging in the topic, “You’re saying the person responsible is an investigator from T18?” Just as Si Fuqing pushed open the door, she heard this sentence.

Her hand paused on the doorframe.

Yu Xiheng happened to turn his head and caught her eye. His features softened, lifting into a subtle smile that dissolved some of his aloofness. “Why are you just standing there? And not come in?”