Chapter 281: Among countless big shots, Qingqing takes up half (1)
After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 281: Among countless big shots, Qingqing takes up half (1)
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Pei Mengzhi immediately looked at Si Fuqing.
Si Fuqing was still there, leaning casually against a bicycle with her arms crossed.
People came and went around her, and some kept glancing in her direction. She only wore a pair of sunglasses but remained composed and calm throughout, as if she wasn't afraid of being snapped into the trending topics.
"Hello?" Mrs. Pei answered the phone, her expression still icy cold. "What is it?"
Who knows what the other side said.
The next second, Mrs. Pei's expression changed dramatically. "What did you say? The company's stock plummeted? And two deals were signed by someone else, resulting in losses close to ten million?!"
"Alright, I'll come over right away. Don't panic, have the finance department stabilize the situation first!"
With that, she had no time to argue with Si Fuqing further and completely ignored Zuo Qingya. She rushed off in her high heels.
The butler was slightly stunned and glanced at Si Fuqing.
He had vaguely heard Si Fuqing mention something earlier about their fortune dissipating. Yet now, bad news had come from the company in the blink of an eye.
What was going on?Could it really be as she said—that the Pei family's fortune was slipping away?
The butler was momentarily confused. Frowning, he followed Mrs. Pei out.
Pei Mengzhi was now trembling all over.
His hands shook as he clutched Si Fuqing's bag strap tightly. "Heroine, save me!"
Si Fuqing tilted her head. "Alright. Considering you're quite an amusing person, I'll save you."
She took out a folded talisman paper from her bag and handed it to him. "Remember, this talisman will block disasters. When it burns up on its own, come find me and explain everything about your situation clearly."
Feeling the familiar texture of the cinnabar talisman, Pei Mengzhi let out a sigh of relief.
"This is my private stash of money." He quickly handed her a bank card. "There's one million inside. Please, Miss Si, save my family too! My dad has more money than I do!"
"We'll see." Si Fuqing wasn't moved this time. "I'm busy. My time can't be bought with money."
She rode off on her bike.
Only then did Zuo Qingya dare to speak. "Brother Mengzhi, have you been bewitched by her? She talks nonsense all day. Don't believe her!"
Pei Mengzhi was frantic. "Stop making trouble! What do you know?!"
His life was on the line!
Not bothering with Zuo Qingya's furious expression, he drove off.
Zuo Qingya stomped her foot, gritting her teeth. "Si Fuqing, just you wait!"
Evening.
Si Fuqing finished meticulously examining Yu Xiheng's leg.
As she thought about the gold bars soon to be added to her account, her life suddenly felt a lot more pleasant.
"Go downstairs and eat." Yu Xiheng picked up a document. "I'll head down after I finish these."
Si Fuqing noticed him reaching for his coffee cup and immediately snatched it away, raising it high. "Boss, drink less coffee. You're such a workaholic, and your body won't be able to handle it."
"Look at you—you can't even stand up to grab the coffee from me. Stop drinking it and go to bed early tonight."
Just as Si Fuqing was about to turn around—
Bang.
She was pressed against the wall.
The scent of osmanthus under the moonlight suddenly became strong, mysterious in its quiet and profound way.
It made people lose themselves for a fleeting moment.
A cold hand covered her head and took away the coffee cup she held in her right hand.
Their skin touched briefly. She could feel the texture and calluses on his fingers.
The man’s other hand rested against the wall as he leaned down slightly. His tone was unhurried,“I never said I couldn’t stand up.”
Si Fuqing: “…”
That’s true.
Yu Xiheng’s legs, though always in a wheelchair, were visibly more muscular than those of most people.
Not in a bulky way, but rather with smooth, perfect lines that seemed meticulously sculpted, every curve flawless.
Si Fuqing believed he exercised often.
If she hadn’t actually examined his leg condition, she might have suspected he was faking his inability to walk just to deceive her.
“Be more careful next time,” Yu Xiheng said as he sat back in the wheelchair, his fingers lightly forming a circle, his tone neither pleased nor angry. “As a young lady.”
The phrase “young lady” sounded graceful and elegant when spoken by him, carrying an air of timeless refinement.
It was quite pleasant to hear.
Si Fuqing rubbed her ears. “Oh, but I don’t necessarily have to be a young lady. Boss, if you command, I can act as a man instead!”
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