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Chapter 247 - 247: Sixth Senior Brother’s Mental Boomed, Officially Living Together (3)

He resolved to handle it alone.

Raphael pondered, his expression turning melancholic.

It was a pity that his little junior sister was no longer around. With her computer skills, she would have easily cracked the encrypted phone number.

The second senior was indeed slow, unable to even find the cause of the explosion.

Raphael furrowed his brows.

However, he had to admit that the encounter with the male ghost earlier had evoked a strangely familiar sense of oppression.

Just wait, this male ghost was doomed!

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing hadn’t yet returned to the “Youth With You” training base when she received a phone call.

“Miss Si, is it?” The voice from the property management sounded anxious over the phone. “There’s trouble. Someone upstairs forgot to turn off the stove while cooking, and now half the building is on fire!”

Si Fuqing paused for a moment, surprisingly calm. “My apartment is on fire?”

“Yes! The fire department is here,” the property management stuttered. “Miss Si, if you have any valuables, you should come quickly. We’re contacting the affected residents to discuss compensation.”

Si Fuqing let out a slow breath. “Alright, I’m on my way.”

Arriving at the apartment complex, she found a crowd gathered below.

Her apartment on the seventh floor was already pitch black.

“Miss Si!” The property manager saw her, hurried over with a wry smile. “I guess everything inside is burned up. You can’t live here anymore, can you?”

“I don’t have any valuables.” Si Fuqing lifted her chin slightly. “This place is uninhabitable now, isn’t it?”

“Definitely not habitable for a while,” the property manager said, wiping sweat from his brow. “Miss Si, we’ve contacted the landlord, but I’m afraid you’ll need to find a new place.”

“Understood.” Si Fuqing slowly walked out of the complex. She squatted down and picked up a stick, drawing circles in the dirt.

A screeching sound of brakes.

A white car stopped at the entrance of the complex.

“Miss Si?” Feng San got out of the car, utterly astonished. “What are you doing here?”

The back door of the car also opened.

Yu Xiheng tilted his head.

The girl squatted on the ground, knees together, a small figure huddled in on herself.

Yu Xiheng lifted his eyes, noticing the thick smoke drifting nearby.

He withdrew his gaze and extended a hand towards the girl on the ground, his words carrying weight, “Get in the car.”

Si Fuqing lifted her head, and after a few seconds, she placed her hand in his.

Yu Xiheng pulled her into the car.

His palm was still cool, but much warmer than their first encounter.

“You see, my treatment is effective,” Si Fuqing pinched his hand. “Your body is starting to warm up.”

He just smiled back at her.

“Sorry, sorry, boss, believe me, I have no improper thoughts towards you!” Si Fuqing quickly released his hand. “Really, in the eyes of us doctors, you’re just a piece of meat.”

Feng San:

He pretended not to hear, driving back to the villa.

Yu Tang was playing games inside the house.

Upon learning that Si Fuqing’s apartment was burned, he hugged her:

“Qingqing, you’re really unfortunate. Just stay here, no one will say anything.”

Si Fuqing rubbed her temples and sighed, “It is quite unfortunate. It was not easy to find such an affordable rental.”

Yu Xiheng spoke softly, “There’s hot water. Go change.”

Si Fuqing nodded, took a new set of clothes from Yu Tang, and went upstairs.

“Uncle Nine, this is a great opportunity,” Yu Tang whispered excitedly. “Close to the water, we get the moon first. With me as your wingman, Qingqing will definitely be persuaded to join our home!”

Feng San’s hearing was extraordinary.

He clearly heard this remark, his mouth twitching, “Miss Yu Tang, your choice of words…”

It sounded too much like a man luring a young girl.

It was merely a more intimate boss-subordinate relationship.

“Wingman?” Yu Xiheng gave Yu Tang a once-over. “It seems you’re unclear about your own role.”

Deflated, Yu Tang could only return to her room.

Si Fuqing quickly finished drying her hair and changing her clothes.

She also took the opportunity to check Yu Xiheng’s leg again.

Hearing this, Feng San also became excited, “That’s great!”

“But we still need to prepare some medicinal ingredients,” Si Fuqing looked up.

“Boss, you…”

Just then, the man lowered his head.

Their proximity was closer than ever before.

Their breaths intertwined.

Si Fuqing could see his deep, phoenix eyes, narrow and long, with the corners tilting upwards.

There was a moment of enchantment.

She observed him carefully and then said, “Boss, your eyes are really beautiful, wow, they’re like light amber, resembling tourmaline.”

And how could a man have such long eyelashes?

It was almost unfair!

Yu Xiheng slightly lowered his eyelashes, his expression unchanged, ‘Your way of complimenting people has indeed evolved into something more creative.”

Previously, common folk couldn’t look him in the eye, let alone speak to him so directly.

“That’s because you’re so handsome, boss. I’ll take a rest.” Si Fuqing stretched lazily, leaning back on the sofa. “I still have to go to the training camp later.” Yu Xiheng was flipping through a book beside her.

A few seconds later, steady breathing sounds emanated, and his shoulders relaxed.

The man’s hand paused.

“Miss Si has fallen asleep,” Feng San expressed surprise. “It seems she’s really exhausted these days. Brother Nine, I’ll go to Linjiang Pavilion and invite a chef over.”

Yu Xiheng nodded, “Yes, go ahead, make some nourishing soup.”

Running continuous shows and even dealing with a Master of Yin-Yang on the plane, it was a drain on both her spirit and body.

But he seldom heard her complain of fatigue.

Even the last time she said she wanted to lie down and be waited on, he could tell she was just talking, as she immediately went back to work the next second.

“Alright,” Feng San nodded. “I’ll go now.”

The villa was very quiet, with only two people left in the living room.

Yu Xiheng pondered for two seconds, then slowly stood up, bending over to pick up the girl on the sofa.

She was still asleep, undisturbed.

Yu Xiheng went upstairs, placing her in the bedroom and covering her with a blanket.

As he turned to leave, Si Fuqing turned over, kicking the blanket off the bed.

After kicking the blanket off, she curled up again, becoming a small bundle.

Yu Xiheng paused, bending down to pick up the blanket that had fallen to the floor, and covered her again.

Seeing her restless sleep, he slightly secured the blanket.

He sighed lightly in his heart.

It was only in moments like this that she truly seemed like a young girl.

He went to the window, pulled the curtains, and then retreated from the room.

In the neighboring room.

Yu Tang continued playing games, receiving a call from Yu Yao. She was somewhat reluctant, but still answered: “Hello, Third Brother.” “Tangtang,” Yu Yao paused.. “Do you know NINE the God? Is he in Lin City?”