Chapter 164: Chapter 164 - 164: There Are Countless Big Bosses, but Qjngqing Counts for Half (2)

Translator: _Min_

The two of them entered the small elevator.

Downstairs, Yu Tang was already sitting, waiting. As soon as she saw Si Fuqing descend, she immediately asked, “Qingqing, are you alright? I saw some fans saying in the forum that someone tried to mess with you today.”

Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows twitched subtly.

Feng San’s expression changed, “What happened?”

“A minor issue,” Si Fuqing poured a glass of water. “It’s the Pei family, isn’t it?”

Fury emanated from Feng San, his face twisted into a snarl, “Miss Si, I will take care of them right away!”

“Do we even need to make a move?” Si Fuqing lifted her eyes, “There’s no need. Given their family’s situation, they will ruin themselves within a month.”

She only saved people who genuinely wanted to live.

Yet some just insisted on choosing death.

Feng San was puzzled, “Why do you say that, Miss Si?”

“It’s just the usual internal strife among the family factions,” Si Fuqing casually rested her chin in her hand. “The Pei family couldn’t find a legitimate Master of Yin-yang, so they hired a foreign shaman to hex them—especially that Pei Mengzhi, if I got the name right.”

“Those shamans aren’t part of the Yin-Yang and Five Elements school, and they often harm people. Even when they help, they demand quite a lot,” Yu Xiheng added, indifferently. “Witch doctors are essentially of the same nature.”

“The boss is right,” Si Fuqing arched an eyebrow, “Even if they give up all their wealth and lifespan, their downfall is inevitable. Hurting others and themselves, for what end?”

Feng San nodded cluelessly. After a few seconds, he realized something was off, “How do you know all this, Miss Si?”

“I’ve studied a bit about…” Si Fuqing paused for a moment, “the theory of Yin-Yang and Five Elements. I suppose I could be called a Master of Yin-yang?”

She didn’t mention her talisman-drawing skills this time.

JI Xingzhi would never be able to mock her ever again.

“A Master of Yin-yang? Can you self-learn that?” Feng San was astonished.

The JI family, despite having withdrawn from public affairs for a long time and having no contact with the other two aristocratic families, was still the subject of many rumors heard by Feng San from the MO family.

The three aristocratic families did not reside on the frontiers but each guarded a state of their own.

In the past, when enemy forces stealthily invaded the Eastern State, an old ancestor of the JI family took action.

However, this secret technique was extremely harmful to the body, and a few days later, the old ancestor passed away, depleted of his vital energy and blood.

Nonetheless, a Master of Yin-Yang was considered an exceedingly terrifying existence, no matter the circumstances.

“Why not?” Si Fuqing blinked, “All things can be self-learned. You gain experience from actual battles.”

She paused, her eyelashes lowering, and chuckled softly, “If you can’t learn, force yourself at the edge of life and death. Then you’ll find out you can do anything.”

Something flickered in Yu Xiheng’s eyes, and he murmured, “That’s the principle.”

Feng San:

Pardon me; I’m just an ordinaryperson.

He was not worthy to discuss theories in the same vein as his Brother Nine and Miss Si.

“I’m full,” Si Fuqing stretched, “Boss, can I go?”

Yu Xiheng nodded, his smile barely there, “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry,” Si Fuqing waved her hand, “I won’t fall off my bike.”

She picked up her bag and left.

An idea flashed through Feng San’s mind, and he blurted out, “Brother Nine, seeing as Miss Si treats your leg every week and it seems like quite a hassle for her, why not let her move in? She even has a room here.”

Yu Xiheng looked up, giving him a piercing glance.

“I didn’t say anything!” Feng San quickly retreated two steps, “Brother Nine, I just remembered that I haven’t watered the flowers outside. I’ll go do that!”

He scurried out of the villa, but while watering the flowers, he took out his phone to make a call.

“Hello,” he lowered his voice, “Did you find out about what I asked you to look

“Found jack shit!” The voice on the other end was clearly irritated, “I didn’t find anything, but it has to be someone from T18. Only they could escape my tracking. Even their IP address is hidden. It’s infuriating.”

“Forget it; I wasn’t counting on you anyway,” Feng San shook his head, “But you have interacted with T18 multiple times, right? Do they have an investigator who’s particularly fond of coke and fried chicken?”

There was a pause on the other end, “Actually, now that you mention it, I remember during an investigation in the Musdon Dukedom, I ran into someone from T18. Their leader was sipping on a bottle of coke.” “That ticked me off at the time, and I tried to start a fight.”

Feng San tensed up, “Did you win?”

The voice choked, “No, but she’s the only one I can’t beat. Can you believe it? A woman with such skills; it’s unnatural!”

Feng San became more anxious, “What? She’s a woman? Is she underage?” Could it really be Miss Si?

“Yeah, I mean, we were all wearing masks, but I was not so confused as to mix up genders, was I?” The voice on the other end chimed in, “Besides, this happened five years ago. Who remembers things that clearly?” Feng San breathed a sigh of relief.

Five years ago, Miss Si was just thirteen—a mere child.

She couldn’t possibly be involved with T18.

“But later I found out who this woman really is, you know?” The tone on the other end turned grave. “She’s one of the three bigwvigs of T18!”

“You know she’s in intelligence, but her field skills are even better than those in the field team. Truly terrifying.”

The bigwigs of T18 had long been on Zero’s wanted list.

It was just that no one had caught them yet.

Feng San pondered, “So which one was supposed to be engaged to the master at the time?”

“Engaged to the master?” The voice on the other side exploded, clearly hitting a nerve. “They’re all violent maniacs, absolutely not! Tell the master not to go. I’m afraid he’d be swallowed whole by that pack of wolves. It would be like sending a lamb into a tiger’s den, I’m telling you T18—”

Feng San abruptly hung up the phone.

Here it goes again.

He needed a moment of peace for his ears.

On the other side, at the Zuo residence.

Zuo Xianyu came home from work and saw Zuo Qingya sitting on the sofa, her face full of discontent.

“What’s the matter now?” She instructed the servant to take her coat for dry cleaning. “I heard you went to the Pei family today? You’re supposed to be getting closer to them.”

“I did go, and once again I was infuriated by that bastard.” Zuo Qingya was fuming. “Why is she everywhere?”

Zuo Xianyu’s eyes turned icy. “Si Fuqing?”

“Yes, it’s her. Sister, Si Fuqing has been acting mysteriously these days, and I’ve been feeling physically weak and mentally sluggish.” Zuo Qingya pondered,

“You don’t think she put a curse on me, do you?”

Pei Mengzhi’s condition today was distinctly abnormal.

Moreover, Pei Mengzhi had been accustomed to the presence of numerous distinguished young ladies; when had he ever been seen to humble himself in such a manner?

The crucial point was that she herself had never caused Pei Mengzhi to pursue her so earnestly. So why should Si Fuqing?

“I think your mind is indeed fogged!” Zuo Xianyu snapped. “Instead of thinking about this nonsense, why not focus on your studies? Your head is a mess!”

Zuo Qingya grew frantic, “Sister, I’m serious! I’ve even been taking melatonin, and still, my sleep is terrible.”

“Did you see a doctor like I told you?” Zuo Xianyu had no intention of continuing this conversation and went straight upstairs. “All day, you only think of the improbable.”

Frustrated, Zuo Qingya tossed a cushion across the room.

She logged into her Weibo account and swiftly posted a message.

[@ZuoQingya: Some people, after being kicked out of the upper class, still daydream about it. Even yearning for someone else’s fiancé. Truly shameless. When even your mother told you to get lost, why do you still cling? Can’t you have some dignity?]

Below it, she attached a photo..