Chapter 459: Are you really a damn celebrity?? (3)
After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 459: Are you really a damn celebrity?? (3)
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She lifted her head, about to say more, only to meet a pair of narrow phoenix eyes.
The man’s gaze was calm and restrained. Pale amber pupils held a quiet, lethal decisiveness.
Yet there was an overwhelming pull in his eyes.
Still. Cold. Compelling.
Si Fuqing paused, then squinted at him. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Yu Xiheng rested his head on his hand and said slowly, “Because you’re cute.”
His tone was even, utterly devoid of emotional fluctuation—
as if he were casually commenting on what to eat today.
Si Fuqing quickly turned her head away. “Hmph. You black-hearted monster—I don’t believe you.”
Feng San went blank.
He began to seriously question why he was still standing here.
He suddenly felt… unnecessary.
At that moment, two messages popped up on Si Fuqing’s phone.
She lowered her gaze.
[Ji]: Big Bro, I’m already on the plane to Lincheng. Are you free tomorrow at noon? Let’s meet up and grab a meal.[NINE]: Sure.[Ji]: Big Bro, I even brought you a gift—guaranteed to make you happy!
Si Fuqing thought about it and realized she genuinely couldn’t imagine what kind of gift Ji Xingzhi’s brain would consider “satisfying.”
So she replied perfunctorily.
[NINE]: Alright then. I’ll prepare a gift for you too.[Ji]: (rubbing hands together) Big Bro, you’re too polite! Just showing up is enough—why bother with a gift? What are you getting me?[NINE]: I’ll send you up to the heavens, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.[Ji]: …
Si Fuqing put her phone away and gathered up the leftover medicinal scraps from earlier.
She’d just use these to make Ji Xingzhi a sachet.
As she packed them up, she added, “Boss, you don’t need to bring me lunch tomorrow. I’m going out to eat with a friend.”
Yu Xiheng opened his eyes. “Another online friend?”
Si Fuqing nodded. “He just got back to the country. I’m treating him to a meal. He said he brought me a gift, so I can’t really go empty-handed.”
Feng San lowered his gaze to the scraps she had placed into the box.
“……”
This was… the gift?
How… impressive.
“What’s wrong?” Si Fuqing noticed Feng San’s gaze. “What’s the problem with this gift? Even these leftovers are good stuff. Besides, don’t all the best things go to the Boss first?”
Feng San immediately straightened up. “Good stuff!”
“I’m heading back to my room.” Si Fuqing stood up. “Boss, remember to take your medicine on time. You’ll recover more strength!”
Yu Xiheng looked up and gave a faint smile. “Good night.”
The corners of his eyes lifted slightly with the smile, yet the emotions in his gaze were impossible to read—deep and unfathomable.
Feng San glanced upstairs, then at the sofa.
Somehow, he felt like Brother Jiu’s mood had improved.
Strange.
He didn’t understand.
**
The next day, at 11:30 a.m., Ji Xingzhi arrived at Linjiang Pavilion right on time.
The moment he sat down, he ordered more than a dozen dishes.
After being kicked out overnight by Old Master Ji, he hadn’t even had time to eat.
Ji Xingzhi devoured several bowls of rice like a starving ghost before finally noticing a new message on his phone.
[NINE]: I’m here. Which table are you at?[Ji]: Table 19.
Ji Xingzhi immediately wiped his mouth and sat up straight.
He had to leave a good impression on his big brother.
Footsteps approached—then stopped.
Ji Xingzhi eagerly lifted his head.
The girl’s fox-like eyes were captivating, as if light flowed within them.
The surroundings seemed to dim in comparison.
For a brief moment, Ji Xingzhi was stunned. “Uh—miss, I’m waiting for someone…”
He quickly lowered his head and started replying.
[Ji]: I don’t see you anywhere? Big Bro, did you go to the wrong place? Ugh, there’s a pretty girl standing right in front of me—damn it, how do I strike up a conversation? Big Bro, teach me!
There was no text reply—only a voice message.
Si Fuqing’s voice was cool and calm. “Look up. I’m right in front of you.”
Ji Xingzhi raised his head.
Standing before him was still the celebrity he’d only just become a fan of two days ago.
The face of Daxia. The peak of looks in the entertainment industry.
A living, breathing person.
Ji Xingzhi: “……”
He stared at Si Fuqing’s face, deep in thought. After several dozen seconds, his brain gave up.
After a long pause, he finally blurted out:
“Holy shit—are you really a damn celebrity?!”
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