Chapter 461: Episode 9 is now out! Family appearances to show their support (2)
After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 461: Episode 9 is now out! Family appearances to show their support (2)
Translator : Virichime
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With Ji Xingzhi, a yin-yang master, around, Si Fuqing didn’t need to lift a finger.
“Mm, there’s nothing seriously wrong with the house,” Ji Xingzhi said, stroking his chin. “Let’s check the ancestral graves.”
“Oh, right. That dream I had back then told me they planned to bury my body in the ancestral graves after I died, and then drain my luck,” Si Fuqing said, her gaze dark. “But I’ve already gone to look. There wasn’t any formation there.”
Ji Xingzhi circled the Zuo family’s ancestral graves once. “Mm, nothing here. Just as I suspected—the Zuo family isn’t the main party draining your luck.”
He stopped in front of Old Master Zuo’s tombstone and squatted down.
Si Fuqing turned her head. “What are you doing?”
“Come on, that vicious old man nearly got you killed a second time, didn’t he?” Ji Xingzhi snorted. “He didn’t even spare your corpse! I’ve blown up the Tengshan family’s ancestral hall before—why would I be afraid of a measly Zuo family? He deserves a little payback.”
He bit his finger and quickly drew a symbol on the ground. “Let him suffer a bit in the yin–yang realm. Did he really think he could rest easy just because he’s dead?”
Si Fuqing looked thoughtful. “Oh, so this kind of immoral deed really can only be done by you.”
She didn’t know how to draw formations that lacked offensive power.
Ji Xingzhi choked. “Is that a compliment, or are you insulting me?”
“Compliment you. Very impressive, Young Master Ji.” Si Fuqing clapped again. “Can you tell who in the Zuo family took the most of my luck?”
“First place definitely goes to the Zuo family corporation.” Ji Xingzhi swept his gaze around. “As for individuals… let me see—there, that one by the dining table.”
Si Fuqing followed the direction he pointed.
Through the window, she could clearly see the person inside.
Her fox-like eyes narrowed sharply.
Zuo Xianyu!
“Though her compatibility with your luck isn’t that high,” Ji Xingzhi clicked his tongue. “Whoa—Big bro, I can actually see her luck dispersing.”
“Alright.” Si Fuqing pulled her baseball cap down. “Let’s go.”
Ji Xingzhi hurried after her. “Big bro, where are you staying now? Want me to help you out a bit?”
“No need.” Si Fuqing replied casually. “My quality of life has been pretty good lately.”
After all, the villa had a dedicated Lingjiang Pavilion chef.
“Oh, right.” She turned back. “I still remember you saying my name was too grand for my fate to bear.”
Ji Xingzhi: “!!!”
He knew it—payback always came sooner or later.
“No, no, no! Big bro’s name is exactly as grand as it should be!” Ji Xingzhi wiped the sweat off his forehead. “I was blind and ignorant!”
Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “And you also said I looked like an ox-headed horse-faced monster—ugly as hell?”
Ji Xingzhi wished he could travel back in time and slap himself a few times.
He didn’t pay much attention to the entertainment industry. That day at the airport, he’d only looked her up online because her advertisement photo had left him stunned.
Who would’ve thought—
It was his big sister?!
“Of course not—Big bro is the most handsome,” Ji Xingzhi said, giving a thumbs-up. “The peak of looks in the entertainment industry.”
Si Fuqing shot him a sideways glance and slapped several sachets into his hand. “Your gift.”
“Oh, oh.” Ji Xingzhi handed over the box he had prepared as well, looking very generous. “Big bro, here!”
“I’m heading back to the training camp first,” Si Fuqing nodded. “If anything comes up, contact me by phone.”
“No problem.” Ji Xingzhi waved.
The two parted ways.
Ji Xingzhi hummed a little tune as he prepared to stroll around the mall.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something.
Crap—he forgot to take the mask out!
Ji Xingzhi’s eyes went blank.
He was doomed.
**
That evening, Si Fuqing returned to the villa courtyard.
“Miss Si,” Feng San went to take the box from her hands. “What’s in this? Why is it so heavy?”
“A gift from a netizen,” Si Fuqing said. “I haven’t looked yet. Let’s open it.”
She had been a little surprised when she first received it.
Did that bastard Ji Xingzhi empty out the Ji family’s treasure vault or something?
Feng San thought it might be soda or something similar and casually opened the box.
The moment he did, he nearly threw it out of his hands.
Inside were nothing but antiques—vases, inkstones, and gold jewelry.
A dazzling display that practically blinded the eyes.
“Hey.” Si Fuqing picked up the mask lying on top. “This mask is really pretty.”
But why give her a mask?
It’s not like she could wear this kind of mask during a performance, right?
“Mm, there’s nothing seriously wrong with the house,” Ji Xingzhi said, stroking his chin. “Let’s check the ancestral graves.”
“Oh, right. That dream I had back then told me they planned to bury my body in the ancestral graves after I died, and then drain my luck,” Si Fuqing said, her gaze dark. “But I’ve already gone to look. There wasn’t any formation there.”
Ji Xingzhi circled the Zuo family’s ancestral graves once. “Mm, nothing here. Just as I suspected—the Zuo family isn’t the main party draining your luck.”
He stopped in front of Old Master Zuo’s tombstone and squatted down.
Si Fuqing turned her head. “What are you doing?”
“Come on, that vicious old man nearly got you killed a second time, didn’t he?” Ji Xingzhi snorted. “He didn’t even spare your corpse! I’ve blown up the Tengshan family’s ancestral hall before—why would I be afraid of a measly Zuo family? He deserves a little payback.”
He bit his finger and quickly drew a symbol on the ground. “Let him suffer a bit in the yin–yang realm. Did he really think he could rest easy just because he’s dead?”
Si Fuqing looked thoughtful. “Oh, so this kind of immoral deed really can only be done by you.”
She didn’t know how to draw formations that lacked offensive power.
Ji Xingzhi choked. “Is that a compliment, or are you insulting me?”
“Compliment you. Very impressive, Young Master Ji.” Si Fuqing clapped again. “Can you tell who in the Zuo family took the most of my luck?”
“First place definitely goes to the Zuo family corporation.” Ji Xingzhi swept his gaze around. “As for individuals… let me see—there, that one by the dining table.”
Si Fuqing followed the direction he pointed.
Through the window, she could clearly see the person inside.
Her fox-like eyes narrowed sharply.
Zuo Xianyu!
“Though her compatibility with your luck isn’t that high,” Ji Xingzhi clicked his tongue. “Whoa—Big bro, I can actually see her luck dispersing.”
“Alright.” Si Fuqing pulled her baseball cap down. “Let’s go.”
Ji Xingzhi hurried after her. “Big bro, where are you staying now? Want me to help you out a bit?”
“No need.” Si Fuqing replied casually. “My quality of life has been pretty good lately.”
After all, the villa had a dedicated Lingjiang Pavilion chef.
“Oh, right.” She turned back. “I still remember you saying my name was too grand for my fate to bear.”
Ji Xingzhi: “!!!”
He knew it—payback always came sooner or later.
“No, no, no! Big bro’s name is exactly as grand as it should be!” Ji Xingzhi wiped the sweat off his forehead. “I was blind and ignorant!”
Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “And you also said I looked like an ox-headed horse-faced monster—ugly as hell?”
Ji Xingzhi wished he could travel back in time and slap himself a few times.
He didn’t pay much attention to the entertainment industry. That day at the airport, he’d only looked her up online because her advertisement photo had left him stunned.
Who would’ve thought—
It was his big sister?!
“Of course not—Big bro is the most handsome,” Ji Xingzhi said, giving a thumbs-up. “The peak of looks in the entertainment industry.”
Si Fuqing shot him a sideways glance and slapped several sachets into his hand. “Your gift.”
“Oh, oh.” Ji Xingzhi handed over the box he had prepared as well, looking very generous. “Big bro, here!”
“I’m heading back to the training camp first,” Si Fuqing nodded. “If anything comes up, contact me by phone.”
“No problem.” Ji Xingzhi waved.
The two parted ways.
Ji Xingzhi hummed a little tune as he prepared to stroll around the mall.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something.
Crap—he forgot to take the mask out!
Ji Xingzhi’s eyes went blank.
He was doomed.
**
That evening, Si Fuqing returned to the villa courtyard.
“Miss Si,” Feng San went to take the box from her hands. “What’s in this? Why is it so heavy?”
“A gift from a netizen,” Si Fuqing said. “I haven’t looked yet. Let’s open it.”
She had been a little surprised when she first received it.
Did that bastard Ji Xingzhi empty out the Ji family’s treasure vault or something?
Feng San thought it might be soda or something similar and casually opened the box.
The moment he did, he nearly threw it out of his hands.
Inside were nothing but antiques—vases, inkstones, and gold jewelry.
-inkstones
-gold jewelry
A dazzling display that practically blinded the eyes.
“Hey.” Si Fuqing picked up the mask lying on top. “This mask is really pretty.”
But why give her a mask?
It’s not like she could wear this kind of mask during a performance, right?
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