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[What? What? What?]

[Stop talking and draw your sword, love rival!]

[Damn it, I also want to be patted on the head by Qingqing. I want to tackle her and bury myself in her chest.]

[Wake up, there’s a difference between dreams and delusions.]

[Sis, whispering here, you can enter the street near the training base; your family must be rich.]

Most fans had never seen Si Fuqing in person.

Si Fuqing rarely made public appearances, and she was also not very active on social media. Many fans made special trips to Lincheng on weekends just to catch a glimpse of her.

However, the closed-off nature of “Youth With You” was stringent; no one was allowed within dozens of meters.

Yet adjacent to it was a villa district, a haven for Lin City’s affluent. The program team naturally couldn’t stop them.

A young fan thought for a moment and then tweeted anxiously.

[If I don’t get into Etno University, I’ll have to go back and inherit the family fortune.]

[The moment I saw the words ‘Etno University’ and ‘family fortune,’ I realized the gap between us.]

[So sis, you’ve already entered the preliminary list for the international joint examination, haven’t you? Jealous.]

The young fan cheerfully responded.

[Yes, yes, Qingqing even told me to focus on my studies. Starting now, I’m going to study at whirlwind speed!]

After the young fan sent this, she happily slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed home.

The super-topic forum continued to buzz with envy and jealousy.

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing didn’t ride her bike; she simply pushed it forward.

The daylight of April had stretched significantly, and the sun had just set.

She decided to park her bike at the side of the road and sit on the grass, enjoying the breeze.

As the last rays of the setting sun vanished, the night deepened.

The street lights along the road flickered on, one after another.

In the silence, the sound of a wheelchair approached.

Si Fuqing, with her exceptional hearing, turned her head.

A strikingly handsome face, almost too young, came into her field of vision. The scattered light accentuated his ethereal elegance.

Si Fuqing remembered that she had to treat Yu Xiheng tonight.

Surprisingly, he had come to her.

The man raised his hand and gently touched her head. His voice dropped, “Are you alright?”

His palm was as icy as ever.

“I’m fine,” Si Fuqing dismissed nonchalantly, “I’m used to it. Don’t worry about me; I can handle my own affairs.”

She had grown accustomed to walking alone after those who used to be around her had left.

“Then let’s go,” Yu Xiheng extended his hand, lifting her up from the ground with a strong grip. “What are you doing standing outside? Get in the car.”

Si Fuqing’s eyes narrowed, “Boss, have we met before?”

Yu Xiheng remained impassive, “Why?”

“But that man could walk,” Si Fuqing’s gaze dropped, “you still have to use a wheelchair. ”

“Hmm,” Yu Xiheng’s eyes were indifferent, “I am disabled.”

“Nonsense!” Si Fuqing was stern, “So what if you’re disabled? Even if I can’t completely heal your legs, you’re still far better than millions of people!” Her flattery was atmospheric—definitely worthy of a salary increase.

“You’re quite good at complimenting people,” Yu Xiheng propped his head up and nodded slightly, “Yu Tang likes you a lot.’

Si Fuqing stood up, “I like her too.”

“She won’t be enrolling in Xia University until the end of August,” Yu Xiheng nodded, “she wants to stay by your side during this period.”

“I’m okay with it,” Si Fuqing lounged back, “but if Tangtang has already been admitted this early, she must be very studious.”

“Hmm,” Yu Xiheng was subdued, “she’s going to Xia University because of her mother’s last wish, so she’s been studying very hard in her freshman and sophomore years, earning many competition awards.” Si Fuqing keenly sensed something, but she didn’t press further.

No one likes having their scars reopened.

Both got into the car.

Though Feng San wasn’t around, Si Fuqing still couldn’t get behind the wheel; she was seated in the passenger seat.

Yu Xiheng turned the steering wheel.

Si Fuqing leaned back in her chair. The wind blowing in through the window cleared her mind somewhat.

She turned her head,

“Did you just treat me like a pet to tease?” Does a bodyguard also have to do this?

I’m truly is a woman ofmany talents.

Yu Xiheng looked up, preparing to speak, but before he could, Little Bai suddenly leapt out of Si Fuqing’s backpack.

The creature shook its tiny skirt and squealed a few times, its face essentially spelling out, “Entertain me all you want, just feed me gold bricks.”

With a swift move, Si Fuqing picked up Little Bai and shoved it back into the backpack.

Dog Pixiu.

What an embarrassment.

“No,” Yu Xiheng said, his gaze steadfast. “I’m not good at comforting people.”

“You’re not good at comforting people?” Si Fuqing asked curiously. “So what do you do if one of your subordinates gets injured? What do you say?”

Yu Xiheng’s voice remained dispassionate. “There’s medicine; handle it yourself. Are you good to go? Then keep working.”

Si Fuqing sighed inwardly. Exactly like you, boss.

The next day, at 8 a.m., the official Weibo account of East Moon released a set of nine official photos.

Si Fuqing’s fandom immediately swarmed in.

[Holy crap, I’m out of blood!]

[Amazing photos, and there are even military ones! Someone write a bloody petition asking Si Fuqing to star in a historical drama!]

[Opened Weibo to nine fresh photos of my waifu, already saved.]

[I’ve already set them as my wallpaper. A delight to wake up to every morning.]

Si Fuqing, who rarely interacted on social media unless she was combating haters, this time reposted East Moon’s Weibo. [@SiFuqing: Reluctantly open for business.]

Her fans quickly flooded the comment section.

[Waiting for an ad launch event! I want to be there.]

[Can this woman post about her daily life? Can she, can she?]

[Ah, it used to be that the fans of Xie Yu had no material, now it’s my turn to be unlucky.]

Amid the fans’ jubilant saving of the images, those same photos found their way to the Chen household.

Mrs. Chen, who had married into the family many years ago, had never lost her crassness.

With wealth, she had only become more brazen, as nobody dared to confront her.

However, the recent setbacks in the Chen family’s business had dimmed her audacity, fueling her inner bitterness.

“Well, she is rather pretty,” Mrs. Chen said, looking at the photos. “But that’s all there is—a pretty face.”

The butler chimed in, “The Zuo family also said you could handle it as you see fit.”

“They know their place,” Mrs. Chen snorted. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. “Mr. Liu, I have a person to send you. Who is she? An obscure actress with some good looks. Most importantly, she has no backing whatsoever.”

“Correct, tonight at Mudanjiang Courtyard. You have my word; she’ll be delivered..”