After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 447 - : Powerful, Can Meng Xue Be Compared to Si Fuqing? (2)
Chapter 447: Powerful, Can Meng Xue Be Compared to Si Fuqing? (2)
Translator: _Min_
Nian Yi’an pressed his lips together, “Is there any news? Can I see it?”
His deskmate had indeed reminded him that he should download some social media apps to keep track of his cousin’s latest updates.
Handing over her phone, his deskmate allowed him access.
After scrolling through all the Weibo posts, Nian Yi’an took a deep breath, his fists clenched tight.
His spine cracked audibly, a surge of heat intensifying within him.
“What was that noise?” his deskmate asked, puzzled.
“It’s nothing, you must have heard wrong,” Nian Yi’an replied, his gaze narrowing into a captivating smile, “Do you have time to help me with English and Literature?”
“No problem,” his deskmate agreed instantly, amused by the notion. “Since you’re a male fan, I’ll help. Oh, I have to go to the fan forum and mention I know a male Mousse. But you’re not exactly a rare species; our Qingqing has plenty of male fans.” Nian Yi’an: ‘
Indeed, he was a male fan.
And not just any fan, but a fervently dedicated one.
After all, his cousin was the renowned NINE the God.
“Thanks,” Nian Yi’an said as he stood up, “I’ll find a way to repay you.”
Exiting the classroom, he made his way to the end of the corridor and dialed Si Fuqing’s number.
“Sister Qingqing, are you okay?” Nian Yi’an’s voice grew heavy with concern. “Do you need my help? I’m pretty good with computers; maybe I can do something.”
“It’s okay,” Si Fuqing said in a languid tone, “I heard from Auntie that you need to focus on your studies. When I get back home, I’ll check your homework. You
better work hard.”
“Yes, I will.” Nian Yi’an thought of his deskmate, “Sister Qingqing, do you have any autographed photos for me? My deskmate is, cough cough… your fan.”
“Yes,” Si Fuqing replied, “Give me your address, and I’ll have Shang Lu send them to you.”
For the RM promotion, Si Fuqing had taken many sets of photos, which the brand turned into exquisite albums and sent her several boxes.
After signing a set, she asked Shang Lu to mail it.
Then she sat down in front of the computer, her fingers tapping away on the keyboard.
Soon, programs were generated and started running.
Si Fuqing opened a bottle of cola, ready to drink, when she suddenly smelled the familiar scent of blood.
At the same time, Feng San’s anxious voice came from outside, “Brother Nine!”
Si Fuqing’s expression shifted slightly, and she immediately went out to see blood staining Yu Xiheng’s white shirt, “Boss, are you hurt?”
“Just a minor injury,” he sat down, his voice calm and steady, “It’s nothing serious.”
“Your shirt is covered in blood, and you call that a minor injury?” Si Fuqing frowned, “Come here, let me have a look.”
Yu Xiheng hesitated for a moment but followed her into the bedroom.
“Take off your shirt.” Si Fuqing felt the words were somewhat inappropriate and added, “I mean, you need to take off your shirt so I can see the wound.” Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows twitched slightly: “I know, no need to explain.”
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
Faint scars on his robust abdomen indicated old wounds.
Si Fuqing moved behind him and saw a palm-sized cut on his lower back, from which fresh blood was steadily flowing.
She sat down, took out a medical silver needle from the first aid kit, sterilized it, and began to sew the wound.
Halfway through, Si Fuqing asked, “Does it hurt?”
“It’s bearable,” Yu Xiheng’s voice was quiet.
“Oh, then I’ll be gentler,” Si Fuqing lightened her touch, “It’s not too big, I’ll be done quickly. Just bear with it a bit. How did you get hurt? Next time you go out, I’ll come with you.”
Yu Xiheng hummed in acknowledgment.
After sewing up the wound, Si Fuqing took out a bandage, wrapping it around his waist and abdomen from the front.
Exiting the role of a doctor, the scene hadn’t changed, but something felt different.
The man’s back was slender, his spine defined, warm and broad.
Leading down to his waist, the muscle lines were exceptionally beautiful.
Perfect in form, embodying the golden ratio.
No sculpture crafted by an artist could compare.
Si Fuqing subconsciously touched it.
The feel was good.
She touched again, moving down the back to the waist.
The room was silent, but the breathing seemed to deepen slightly. After a while, a voice lightly asked, “Have you touched enough?”
Si Fuqing looked at her hand, which had just reached his waist, “No.” Yu Xiheng turned his head.
His narrow phoenix eyes, deep and unfathomable, were hard to read.
Si Fuqing:
What was she saying?
“Boss, I was checkinz for internal injuries,” Si Fuqinq said, unchanginq her expression. She quickly finished bandaging him, standing up as if unaffected, “It seems there aren’t any. The boss is indeed the boss, strong and healthy.” As long as she wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment belonged to her boss.
Yu Xiheng propped up his head, seemingly with a slight smile.
Si Fuqing turned around, choosing to escape the awkward scene, “I’ve got a late-night snack date with Ningning, I’m heading out!”
He watched her leave quickly and close the door behind her, lifting his eyebrows again and putting on a clean shirt.
Outside.
Xi Jiang was puzzled, “Why would Brother Nine get hurt? Even though there were a lot of people, Brother Nine’s leg is healed, and he doesn’t have pain anymore. How could he get hurt?”
Shen Ying and Feng San were silent.
The three exchanged glances.
“Forget it, asking you is useless. I’ll go online and ask.” Xi Jiang took out his phone, “I’ve recently discovered the internet is a great thing. I’ve found several interesting forums too.”
Feng San and Shen Ying gathered around.
Xi Jiang typed a question and described the situation carefully.
[Question]: If a very capable man suddenly gets injured, but he shouldn’t have been, what’s going on?
Soon, there were many replies.
[He cheated! Got slashed!]
[Nonsense, let me explain, this man must be very scheming. He’s pretending to be injured to gain the girl’s sympathy.]
[Front row for a scheming, cute, handsome, wealthy, loyal boyfriend.] [What is this forum even accepting…]
“What the heck,” Feng San was baffled, ‘What kind of forum did you enter?
These answers are completely unrelated.”
“Ah!” Xi Jiang looked closely, “I clicked the wrong one. How did I end up in a relationship forum? Wait, let me switch to another.”
Feng San:
He should’ve known better than to expect anything from XiJiang.
Tianle Media was in the biggest deadlock in its history today.
Feng Peizhi had yet to contact Si Fuqing when Ling Feng had already sent out the lawyer’s letter.
Manager Luo, seeing the lawyer’s letter, broke out in a cold sweat for the first time.
He realized then that Si Fuqing was seriously prepared this time and wasn’t just making empty threats online.
With the overwhelming evidence she held, plus the Xingting Law Firm and Ling Feng’s unbeaten record, even Tianle Media’s entire legal team couldn’t stop the contract termination.
But the company’s reputation couldn’t be tarnished by Si Fuqing like this. Manager Luo directly threw the lawyer’s letter at Feng Peizhi’s face. “You haven’t contacted her yet? Useless!”
Finally, by noon the next day, after changing countless phone numbers, Feng Peizhi finally got through to Si Fuqing.
She was furious, unleashing a tirade,”Si Fuqing, let me tell you, I have photos of you that could ruin you. You know what kind of photos they are. Delete your Weibo post immediately, or I’ll release all these photos!”
“And I have photos of Jiang Changning too. Aren’t you two promoting sisterhood? Do you want to drag her down with you? Let me tell you,” She had private photos of all five members of Starry Star Girls.
Feng Peizhi always left a way out for herself.
If she ever became unemployed, selling these private photos to the media could make her a fortune.
“Photos, you say, that could ruin me?” Si Fuqing’s eyes grew colder, her killing intent surfacing. She spoke calmly, “Why don’t you check again to see if you still have them..”
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