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The next second, Mrs. Pei’s face underwent a drastic change. “What did you say? The company’s stock has plummeted? We lost two contracts to someone else and nearly ten million?!”

“Alright, I’ll be right there. Keep things stable on the financial end!”

With that, she hastily left, no longer concerned with Si Fuqing or even ignoring Zuo Qingya, her heels clicking away in urgency.

The butler looked somewhat astonished at Si Fuqing.

He had indeed faintly heard her mentioning something about “losing financial luck,” and the very next second, bad news came from the company.

Was this a coincidence?

Or was the Pei family’s luck really draining away, just as she had said?

Puzzled, the butler furrowed his brow and followed Mrs. Pei out.

Now, Pei Mengzhi was genuinely trembling all over.

With a shaky hand, he tightly grasped the strap of Si Fuqing’s bag. “Heroine, please save me!”

Si Fuqing tilted her head. “You’re interesting enough to warrant it. I’ll save you.”

She pulled out another folded talisman from her bag and handed it over. “Remember this—this talisman wards off calamity and will burn itself when the time comes. When that happens, come find me and tell me everything.” Touching the familiar cinnabar talisman, Pei Mengzhi sighed in relief.

“This is my private savings,” he quickly passed a bank card to her. “There’s a million in there. Please help my family too; my dad is even wealthier than me!”

“Maybe later,” Si Fuqing showed no interest this time. “I’m busy, and my time isn’t something your money can buy.”

She rode her bike away.

Finally, Zuo Qingya dared to speak. “Brother Mengzhi, are you under some kind of curse from her? She spews nonsense everyday, don’t believe her nonsense!”

“Shut up! What do you know!” Pei Mengzhi was too agitated.

His life was on the line!

Ignoring Zuo Qingya’s disapproving expression, Pei Mengzhi sped away in his car.

Stomping her foot and gritting her teeth, Zuo Qingya muttered, “Si Fuqing, just you wait!”

Evening.

Si Fuqing diligently finished treating Yu Xiheng’s leg.

Inwardly counting the gold bricks she’d soon accumulate, she felt extraordinarily pleased with life.

“Let’s go have dinner,” Yu Xiheng picked up some papers. “I’ll finish these and join you shortly.”

Si Fuqing noticed him reaching for his coffee mug and swiftly snatched it away. “Boss, cut down on the coffee. You really are a workaholic; your body can’t take it.”

“And since you can’t stand up to reach it, just go to bed early tonight.”

Si Fuqing was about to turn away.

She found herself pinned against the wall.

The scent of osmanthus filled the night air—serene, intense, and mysteriously compelling.

For a moment, she was lost in it.

A cool hand reached over her head to take the coffee mug from her right hand grip.

Their skin touched briefly, and she felt the texture and slight calluses on his fingers.

His other hand rested against the wall, his head slightly lowered. “I never said I couldn’t stand up,” he spoke calmly.

Si Fuqing:

True.

Yu Xiheng’s wheelchair-bound legs were even more muscular than a normal person’s.

Not bulky like a bodybuilder, but every muscle was smoothly defined, the contours perfect—as if sculpted by an artist.

She believed Yu Xiheng must exercise regularly.

If it weren’t for the medical records proving his leg condition, she would suspect he was pretending just to fool her.

“Be more careful in the future,” he sat back down in his wheelchair, hands lightly clasped, expression neutral, “as a young lady.”

The term “young lady” sounded strangely elegant and charming coming from him.

Quite pleasing to the ear.

Si Fuqing rubbed her ears. “Well, I don’t necessarily have to be a ‘young lady.’ Boss, just order me, and I can be a man too!”

When she got serious, she could even take down her second senior brother.

Yu Xiheng paused for a moment, then offered a rare smile. “Being a young lady is better.”

He set down the coffee mug and, true to her words, didn’t drink it again..