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He seldom displayed his emotions; to be precise, he never did.

Si Fuqing had never encountered such a person, one who could masterfully control his feelings.

His joy never broke the surface, never colored his face.

It sounded simple enough, but accomplishing it was another story altogether.

She had never seen him erupt in anger, nor had she witnessed a moment of his elation.

Even her own master couldn’t achieve such a lofty level of emotional control.

Si Fuqing blinked her eyes, “Boss?”

Beside her. Feng San was already drenched in a cold sweat. every hair on his

body standing on end.

He couldn’t help but recall an incident from long ago.

Back when Yu Xiheng first arrived at the MO family, they carefully selected personal guards for him, and Feng San was among the first to serve by his side.

Later, when they went to the Western Continent Dukedom, one of the personal guards was abducted and brutally injured. That very day, the faction responsible was utterly annihilated.

It was all Yu Xiheng’s doing.

His protectiveness toward his subordinates was startling, to say the least.

Feng San couldn’t understand the cause and effect of it all.

“It was some pig with the surname Liu! A big fat one,” Yu Tang fumed. “He even told me the Chen family intended to send Qingqing to his bed, to do with as he pleased, but they kidnapped the wrong person.” The air instantly turned frigid.

An intangible aura of menace emanated.

Si Fuqing subtly shifted her body, silently shielding Yu Tang.

Yu Tang felt none of the oppressive atmosphere.

Only Feng San discovered once again that he was having difficulty breathing.

Yu Xiheng spoke softly, ‘Mudanjiang Courtyard, Chen family, seal them.”

Feng San’s expression tightened, “Yes, I’ll handle it right away.”

Yu Xiheng beckoned, “Come here.”

“What now?” Si Fuqing leaned forward slightly, “I’m really fine.”

“If there was a problem, you wouldn’t be standing here.” Yu Xiheng took out a face mask and looped it over her ears. “You’re a public figure. Mind your image.”

Si Fuqing touched the mask on her face and thought to herself that although her boss was a man, he was surprisingly meticulous in some aspects.

Yu Tang, seeing Yu Xiheng’s actions, remembered something and slapped her forehead, “Qingqing, there must be surveillance here. Don’t get caught on camera.”

Given Si Fuqing’s current popularity, if this incident trended, it would go viral in an instant.

Yu Xiheng nodded slightly, “Feng San.”

“Yes.” Feng San pulled out his phone, preparing to contact the search officers on Zero’s end.

“Well—I‘ Si Fuqing hesitated before speaking, “I’ve already hired a computer expert from a second -hand trading website. All the surveillance footage along the way has been cleared.”

Feng San was taken aback.

However, Yu Xiheng slightly raised his eyebrows, “Did you trade for it with coke again?”

“No,” Si Fuqing cleared her throat, her expression serious, “This time, I traded it for fried chicken. ”

Feng San:

Look at his expression, does he believe it?

Since when did T18’s investigators can’t get over fried chicken and coke?

It would make more sense if these items were used to entice Miss Si!

Feng San decided he needed to thoroughly investigate with Zero.

Which investigator was being so irresponsible?

“Alright.” Yu Xiheng lightly patted Si Fuqing’s head, signaling her to stand, “Go back and rest.”

“Yes, Qingiqng, you must get some proper rest.” Yu Tang was very concerned, “Let’s go to the hospital first. Even if there are no external injuries, what if you have internal ones?”

“I don’t want to,” Si Fuqing touched her belly, “I want to eat; I’m so hungry.

Look, it’s all flat.”

Yu Tang also felt her abdomen, her face beaming with joy, ‘Woo woo woo, Qingqing, I can feel your abs!”

Losing a few strands of her hair was worth it.

Before Yu Xiheng could make any move, Feng San stepped forward and coldly pulled Yu Tang away.

“Let’s go get something to eat first,” Yu Xiheng closed his eyes, “Have Linjiang Pavilion prepare some nourishing soup.”

Feng San nodded, “Alright. Brother Nine, what about that Liu guy?

“Send him to the hospital,” Yu Xiheng smiled faintly, “Just don’t let him die.”

The last words made Feng San’s scalp tingle.

He quickly left to make preparations.

Si Fuqing voluntarily took over the job of pushing the wheelchair, “Boss, seriously, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I remember your instructions; I didn’t use my left hand today.”

Yu Xiheng glanced at her, nonchalant, “Do you want me to praise you for that?”

“Actually, no need for praises, ” Si Fuqing was straightforward, “A raise would suffice.”

Yu Xiheng didn’t respond to that immediately; he paused for two seconds before slowly saying, “If something like this happens again, tell me. You’re not alone..”