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Chapter 252: You can't afford to offend Si Fuqing (1)

After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess

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Translator’s Notes: From this chapter, I will change Ninth Uncle to Uncle Jiu. Jiu is nine in english.

Mr. Liu’s eyes widened even further, his eyeballs reddened with bloodshot veins.

He stared at the phone screen, his mind completely frozen, and his ears buzzed. The blood in his body seemed to flow backward.

The phone rang a few times before it was quickly answered.

"Hello?" A deep voice came from the other end. "Xiao Jiu?"

*Xiao is little in English, and Jiu is nine in English. It's a cute nickname for the ninth uncle.

Feng San couldn’t hold back this time: "Pfft..."

Yu Tang covered her ears and shouted loudly, "Uncle Jiu, I didn’t hear anything!"

Her uncle was already 26, almost 30, and yet her older uncle still called him that. Really...

Si Fuqing glanced at Yu Xiheng, a bit displeased.

How annoying! Why was her boss stealing her nickname?

In her sect, she was ranked ninth, so her senior brothers and sisters all called her Xiao Jiu*.

*Jiu is nine in English.

Fine, since he’s her boss, she wouldn’t argue with him about it.

But the white-clothed musician in Oracle who killed her without hesitation? He’s absolutely dead.

She had already trained with Ji Xingzhi up to level 170, and was still ten levels away.

When she reached that point, she was definitely going to grind that white-clad musician down to level 1!

Yu Xiheng, on the other hand, had no particular reaction. He responded calmly, "Big brother."

"Has something happened?" Yu Qishan asked, clearly concerned. "Is Tangtang with you? Or has she been causing trouble again, making you unhappy? I’ve always said, send her back to me, and I’ll discipline her properly."

"This kid is all grown up, yet she still makes people worry. Sigh, it’s really a headache."

"Me?" Yu Tang pointed at herself, her mouth wide open. "Uncle, that's too much. I’m very well-behaved!"

"Hahaha!" Yu Qishan’s laughter was hearty. "You’re definitely right there. If you were well-behaved, then there wouldn’t be a single rebellious person in the Yu family. Who was it that jumped into a mud pit when they were little? I had to pull you out on my way home from work."

Yu Tang: "..."

She grabbed Si Fuqing’s clothes, tears welling up in her eyes. "Qingqing, believe me, I’m not that foolish."

Si Fuqing patted her head, "Alright, alright, I believe you."

At this moment, Feng San spoke up, "Mr. Qishan, we encountered a man surnamed Liu in Lincheng. He said he knows you and asked us to contact you."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu panicked and began to struggle desperately. “No, I—”

Feng San pressed him back down.

“Liu?” Yu Qishan frowned. “I don’t know any Liu in Lincheng. You know, we only have one project there, and didn’t you already take it back?”

Mr. Liu was utterly horrified.

Of course, he knew what the Yu family’s project in Lincheng was.

It was the one in the hands of the Chen family.

But recently, for some unknown reason, this project was taken back.

The Chen family suffered a huge blow because of it, and despite pulling many strings, they couldn’t get the Yu family to relent.

The project had been taken back, surprisingly...

“Good.” Yu Xiheng’s tone was slow. “I thought he might know my elder brother, so I wanted to ask and see if we could deal with this more leniently.”

The phrase "deal with this more leniently" inexplicably carried the weight of an emperor holding court, and civil and military officials bowing their heads.

Yu Qishan’s tone gradually grew more serious. “What exactly happened?”

Yu Xiheng lifted his eyes slightly, signaling Feng San to hand the phone to Yu Tang.

Feng San snorted coldly, throwing Mr. Liu onto the bed and handing the phone to Yu Tang.

Yu Tang stepped outside to take the call. “Uncle, let me tell you, if Qingqing hadn’t rushed in to save me yesterday, I would’ve been in big trouble!”

Si Fuqing lowered her gaze slightly, a smile tugging at her lips.

He was so carefree, and had been living quite a pleasant life.

“You… who are you?” Mr. Liu was trembling with fear. “Who exactly are you?!”

Yu Xiheng, still sitting in his wheelchair, was handed a pair of gloves by Feng San.

“Pleased to meet you.” He slowly put on the white gloves, then firmly pressed down on Mr. Liu’s shoulder. His voice was steady and powerful. “I’m Yu Xiheng.”

His tone was always calm. Even when facing unimportant people, he was still polite and courteous.

But his presence exuded authority, making the pressure unbearable.

“Yu... Yu... Yu...” Mr. Liu’s pupils dilated in terror, his voice stammering, and then suddenly, he let out a sharp scream, “Ah!!!”

His shoulder blade had been crushed.

Si Fuqing’s eyes narrowed.

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