Chapter 202: Chapter 202 - 202: Don’t move, move and you die (1)

Translator: _Min_

Rumors about the Duke of Muston were plentiful.

It was said that he was originally poised to ascend to the throne of the dukedom but had no interest in ruling, casually passing the role to someone else.

Nonetheless, he remained the most influential figure in the Muston Dukedom.

The Duke was known for his handsome looks, wealth, and charismatic allure, making him the dream partner of many princesses.

However, he showed no interest in marriage and remained single, drawing numerous people to the Muston Dukedom’s capital in hopes of encountering him.

Who wouldn’t know the great name of the Duke of Muston?

When Zuo Xianyu heard this, she could no longer restrain herself, her anger rising like a blazing fire, “Si Fuqing, I am discussing serious matters with you, not joking around!”

“This is his mobile number,” Si Fuqing replied calmly, writing down a string of digits. “It’s his personal phone, rarely changes. Try calling it.”

The paper was slapped in front of Zuo Xianyu.

She frowned upon seeing it.

The first few numbers were indeed Muston Dukedom’s international code, but the rest?

Only then did Zuo Xianyu realize that she had been unwittingly led astray by Si Fuqing, her anger becoming harder to contain. “I said, I’m discussing serious matters with you!”

Although rumors suggested that the Duke of Muston’s mother was an Eastern beauty, this was yet to be confirmed.

Si Fuqing, a person from Great Xia, who had never even been to the Western Continent, having the Duke of Muston’s phone number?

“Now that you’re popular and gaining more fans, you wouldn’t want them to be looked down upon by other celebrities’ fans, would you? Saying their idol is just a dropout from nine years of education?” Zuo Xianyu’s face was a mask of icy disdain. “Don’t you think it’s pitiful to be your fan?”

Si Fuqing finally looked up, his fox-like eyes still curved, but his pupils held only a fierce light.

“So, it’s the fans that are your bottom line,” Zuo Xianyu said with a hint of mockery. “I don’t know whether to call you foolish or not, valuing a bunch of strangers so highly.”

“How long can fans’ loyalty last? They like you today, and tomorrow they might like someone else. You really think they’re that precious?” She simply couldn’t understand Si Fuqing’s actions.

Zuo Xianyu had interacted with people in the circle before.

But not a single celebrity she had met genuinely cared about their fans.

They all treated them like tools.

Si Fuqing was truly an oddity.

“Let’s step outside,” Si Fuqing stood up. “We’ll talk out there.”

Zuo Xianyu frowned but still picked up her bag and followed him outside the police station.

She glanced at the time impatiently. “Alright, we’re outside. What do you want to—I’

Before she could finish, Zuo Xianyu’s face was harshly slapped.

She was stunned, and then another slap sent her crashing to the ground.

Her ears rang, and a metallic taste spread in her mouth, her throat burning with pain.

“I couldn’t do it inside, so we came out,” Si Fuqing said, bending down and gently patting Zuo Xianyu’s face with a smile. “You were right, I do treasure them, so don’t you threaten me with my fans again, or you’ll end up in the worst way possible.”

“Also, remember this, what’s stolen is never truly yours,” Si Fuqing straightened up, wiped his hands, and turned to leave.

“Miss!” The driver hurried out of the car, rushing over. “Are you alright, Miss?” “I’m fine,” Zuo Xianyu’s body trembled slightly. “Help me into the car.”

She Imew the negotiation had utterly failed today.

But what did Si Fuqing’s words mean?

“Miss, she’s a celebrity now, we could just expose her on social media,” the driver suggested. “Didn’t you say she has many haters? This would make it worse.”

“No!” Zuo Xianyu said sharply. “There’s a big foreign deal the company is negotiating, and I can’t ruin my image. Plus, if others find out I was hit by Si Fuqing, where will I put my face?”

The driver fell silent.

“Let’s go home,” Zuo Xianyu struggled to speak, shaking with anger. “Call the family doctor.”

Not even her father, Zuo Tianfeng, or her mother had ever hit her, but Si Fuqing had slapped her thrice.

She would remember this.

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing returned to the police station.

“Miss Si, have you ever thought of acting in a movie?” the male police officer asked enthusiastically. “My daughter always says it’s a pity such a beauty like you doesn’t act.”

Si Fuqing replied without blinking an eye, “I’m not good at acting. Better not ruin my reputation.”

“Ah, that’s true,” the officer nodded, sighing. “We’ve had so many cases of online abuse here. As a public figure, you really need to adjust your mentality..”