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The middle-aged woman looked resolute, ‘Young lady, don’t be afraid. We’ve recorded all of this as evidence. If they dare to forcibly take you away, we’ll call the police right here and now!”

“Yes, call the police!” A man next to her chimed in, “They wouldn’t dare!” Voices rose in a chorus, filled with righteous indignation.

The elder Mrs. Zuo clutched her chest, her eyes half-closed as she started to exhale more than she inhaled.

“Mom! Are you alright?” Zuo Tianfeng was frantic. “I told you we shouldn’t

have come looking for her. ”

Struggling for breath, Madam Zuo reached out, “Qingqing, I…”

“Is that all it takes to shake you?” Si Fuqing looked down at them, her voice icy. “I’ve escaped death multiple times and fought my way through. You people are truly pathetic.”

She unlocked the bike once more and prepared to mount it.

Just then, Zuo Xianyu lunged forward, grabbing Si Fuqing’s wrist with a harsh voice, “Si Fuqing, you dare to leave today?”

“Smack!”

A crisp sound rang out as Zuo Xianyu’s face was met with a powerful slap.

The force was so great that she was knocked to the ground.

Her face swelled visibly in a matter of seconds, with a trace of blood seeping out from the corner of her mouth.

The surrounding area went dead silent.

Zuo Qingya was completely stunned.

She couldn’t make out how Si Fuqing had moved her hand; it seemed like a quick turn and twist, and Zuo Xianyu had been struck.

Si Fuqing flexed her wrist.

She turned her head, her eyes downcast, and within the depths of those dark pupils, only an unyielding, blood-red fury remained: “I’m warning you for the last time—stay away from me. I’m fully capable of killing you.”

“What makes you think I wouldn’t dare?”

The look in her eyes was so terrifying that even the usually composed Zuo Xianyu couldn’t help but shudder.

Her body trembling slightly, Zuo Xianyu could only watch as Si Fuqing wheeled her bike away, paralyzed and unable to move.

“Second Sister!” Zuo Qingya stamped her foot but didn’t dare to chase after. She helped Zuo Xianyu to her feet, “Are you alright?”

In all her years, this was the first time Zuo Xianyu had been slapped.

With her prodigious talent in business and groomed by Zuo Tianfeng as the heir, she had long been accustomed to navigating various business circles.

A pampered princess, she had never suffered such humiliation before.

“I’m fine,” Zuo Xianyu took a slow breath and quickly regained her composure.

“I remember the Chen family showing quite an interest in her.”

Zuo Qingya paused, “The Chen family? Oh, yes! Mrs. Chen made several calls to inquire about her.”

“Tell the Chen family that Si Fuqing is fair game,” Zuo Xianyu managed to stand, her face devoid of anything but coldness.

Meanwhile, the elder Mrs. Zuo fainted after seeing Si Fuqing leave.

“Call an ambulance!” Zuo Tianfeng was too distracted to settle scores with Si Fuqing, “Let’s get mom to the hospital first!”

The middle-aged woman holding her basket of vegetables spat on the ground before leaving, “You brought this upon yourselves. Wasting air. Better off dead!”

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Ahead, Si Fuqing pushed her bike along, her expression cold and distant, her eyes slightly unfocused.

Until she heard a small voice calling her.

She turned around to see a young girl running up to her from behind, carrying a school bag—it was clear she had just finished school.

About the same age as her, around sixteen or seventeen, and just a little over 5 feet tall.

Si Fuqing stopped her bike.

“Qingqing! Qingqing! ” The young fan’s eyes were red, full of pitiful sorrow,

“Why are you going through this? The Zuo family is just awful. We had no idea.” “It’s all in the past,” Si Fuqing bent down and patted her head, her voice gentle, “Your job is to study well. I don’t need you to worry about me. Take care of yourselves, alright?”

The young fan’s eyes sparkled as she clenched her fists, “I will! I’m taking the international joint examination next year. I aim to get into Etno University!”

“Etno… good luck, ” Si Fuqing paused briefly to encourage her, “The competition there is fierce. Don’t let it corrupt you.”

The young fan looked confused, “Huh?”

“Time to go,” Si Fuqing stood up, “You should head home.”

Once Si Fuqing left, the young fan stood in place, smiling foolishly for quite some time before taking out her phone. She logged into Si Fuqing’s fan forum and posted a message.

[Oh my gosh, Qingqing touched my head! She is so beautiful and cute, truly a kind-hearted angel!]

Within just a minute, the comments section of her post exploded..