Translator: _Min_
âBut rest assured on one thing,â JI Xingzhi said with confidence. âNo matter who has taken it, my talisman and formations have always been effective, helping you to continuously reclaim your luck. The reason your Master of Yin-Yang power is recovering so quickly is precisely this.â
Si Fuqing felt her power and nodded slightly, âNot bad.â
âEventually, Iâll be able to track down this person through the talisman,â JI Xingzhi made a snapping gesture with his hands, âHumph, daring to steal my big brotherâs luck, theyâre as good as dead!â
Despite his words, JI Xingzhi was also quite worried.
A mere ten percent of Si Fuqingâs luck was enough to nourish the entire Zuo family, and ninety percent was even more immense, not something one person or family could withstand.
He was pondering this when a phone suddenly rang.
âBoss!â Si Fuqing answered, âSorry, sorry, got a bit carried away there. Donât be mad, okay? Iâll bring you breakfast, maybe give you a shoulder rub?â âWhat are you talking about? Iâm such a dedicated employee.â
JI Xingzhi: â
Looks can be deceiving.
He muttered under his breath, efficiently picking up Fujisan Shinji and Fujisan Kotei from the Fujisan family, ready to take them back to the JI family for some experimentation with his new formation.
Si Fuqing returned to the villa at half-past nine.
Yu Xiheng was sitting on the sofa.
Hearing her, he lifted his eyes slightly, his voice cool, âYou know to come back?â
Si Fuqing stood straight, obedient and docile, âBoss, I was wrong.â Feng Sanâs mouth twitched.
If he hadnât seen Miss Sits true colors, he would have been deceived by her current appearance.
Too deceptive.
âUncle Nine, youâre heartless,â Yu Tang accused with tears in her eyes. âHow could you bully such a cute and beautiful Qingqing!â
Si Fuqing blinked.
Yu Xiheng sighed, his tone softening, âHave you had breakfast?â
âNot yet.â Si Fuqing raised her hand, âI rushed back as soon as I got your call, boss.â
She was just that dedicated.
Yu Xiheng closed his book, âGo have breakfast, Sang Yanqing is looking for you.â
Si Fuqing grabbed a few buns, changed her clothes, and cheerfully left.
Yu Tang, reading the room, quickly made herself scarce.
Staying any longer, she was sure to be scolded by Uncle Nine.
Feng San, oblivious to the situation, spoke, âBrother Nine, Miss Si is just at that age where she likes to have fun.â
Yu Xihengâs tone was cool, neither happy nor angry, âAnd thatâs how you serve as a shadow guard?â
Feng San: â
Despite drawing a salary, why was he always the one getting hurt?
Meanwhile, Si Fuqing, having grabbed a few buns, headed straight to the hotel where Sang Yanqing was staying.
Upon seeing her, Sang Yanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, âWhere did you run off to after the wedding banquet yesterday? Do you know those entertainment reporters didnât catch you leaving and have started to speculate about whose bed you ended up in?
âRidding the people of evil.â Si Fuqing bit into a meat bun, âFeels good.â
Sang Yanqing was speechless for a moment, then finally said, ââ¦Have you finally decided to become a detective?â
Before signing Si Fuqing, she had, of course, watched every scene of âSurvival
66 Days.â
Si Fuqingâs survival skills were indeed strong, even the veteran action star Yuan Heping couldnât keep up with her pace.
âNot at all.â Si Fuqing touched her chin, âHow could I possibly become one of those trying to catch me?â
âAlright, enough with ridding evil for now, take a look at these.â Sang Yanqing put down a tablet, its screen filled with screenshots from various forums. âLook, there are rumors youâve climbed into Young Master Shenâs bed, oh, and also some Third Young Master LI, the names of all sorts of families from Sijiu City are being mentioned.â
âI donât even know them.â Si Fuqing said lazily, âSister Sang, I trust you, sue them, let them know youâre not to be trifled with.â Sang Yanqing:
She looked down, noticing Si Fuqing was holding a scroll.
âWhatâs this?â Sang Yanqing saw the large scroll and became curious, âYouâre painting?â
âNot painting, itâs embroidery.â Si Fuqing weighed it, âA bit heavy, definitely going to be overweight if shipped by courier.â
Another expense.
After a momentâs thought, she sent a message to Gu Huiyan. [Si Fuqing]: Elder Gu, do you mind if itâs sent cash on delivery?
[Gu Huiyan]: ???
[Gu Huiyan]: Youâve finished it? How could it be sent by delivery, Iâll come and collect it.
[Si Fuqing]: No worries, I know people from the Shen family, they handle both international and domestic logistics. Itâll be delivered to you this afternoon, itâs not anything valuable..