After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess

Feng San nodded: “Is there any problem?”

“……”

Yes, there were too many problems.

Even in the past, she never lived such a life of social animals*  before.

*Social animals: It is generally used to mean that someone gives up his or her dignity as a human being for the sake of the company, sleeps and eats hastily, and works desperately for the company.

Her fists hardened.

Feng San spoke up in time: “Ninth Brother said he will add more money to Miss Si.”

Si Fuqing leaned loose, her fox eyes curled up again, and her tone was leisurely: “You should say it early.”

“……”

He did not dare to speak at all.

Just now, Miss Si seemed to want to tear him and his ninth brother apart.

**

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the villa.

It was March and it is still cold in spring. The heater was still on in the living room.

A man was sitting on a sofa, reading a book.

He was wearing a white sweater and casual pants, but it was hard to conceal his slender figure and perfect waistline.

Without the ornament of the suit, the aggressive aura on Yu Xiheng’s body was slightly dimmed, and he looked a little lazy, exuding a cool and gentle aura.

Si Fuqing didn’t mind taking a few more glances, and she also greatly appreciated his beauty.

Instead, Yu Xiheng, who was accustomed to being stared at, raised his head first and looked back at the girl in front of him.

Whether it was when he was Emperor Yin or now, there was never a time when people didn’t look at him, and he never cared much.

But ordinary people generally could not look at him eye to eye.

Even the generals who had been guarding the border for many years would be cautious when they saw him, let alone the daughters of the aristocratic family.

Yu Xiheng closed his book and spoke with a warm and gentle voice: “What are you looking at?”

Si Fuqing picked up an apple, took a bite, and said in a leisurely tone: “Of course it’s to see you, you are good looking. Otherwise what else to see?”

“……”

Feng San, who was carrying the water, almost fell on his knees with a weak leg.

What did he just hear?

It was the first time Yu Xiheng heard such a straightforward compliment. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and slightly teased: “Go rest and get up early tomorrow. The third room on the second floor is your room.”

“……”

Detestable capitalists who exploited workers!

She took back what she had just said, he didn’t look handsome at all.

But as the boss, Yu Xiheng indeed prepared very thoughtfully. The bedroom had everything, even a few extra sets of clothes were also prepared.

After Si Fuqing took a bath, she did a split easily and practiced her waist and legs for a while.

After all, she was a dedicated person, and her work in the entertainment industry also needed to be done well.

At ten o’clock, Si Fuqing climbed into the big velvet bed to sleep.

She usually slept easily and never had a dream.

But today she had a dream, and the content of the dream was very clear.

In the dream, the old man Zuo did not die of a sudden heart attack, and the Zuo family business was thriving.

However, she unfortunately died while resisting Zuo Zonghe’s assault, and could not be rescued.

The old man Zuo was admitted to the hospital because of excessive sadness, and recuperated for a month.

After that, she was buried in the Zuo family’s cemetery with great publicity. The news said that Mr. Zuo was benevolent and generous.

But Si Fuqing could see clearly that old man Zuo had invited an Onmyoji*, set up a formation beside her grave, and heard the Onmyoji say: “Although she doesn’t have much luck left, it is enough to guarantee Zuo family’s success.”

*Onmyoji: a kind of yin and yang family that originated in China. It is a kind of monk who knows how to observe the stars, recognize people’s faces, measure directions, know disasters, find geomantic omen, and perform sacrifices.

“It’s a pity that the person is dead. Otherwise, if she is still alive, her luck will be even stronger.”

Afterwards, the Zuo family did indeed rush into the aristocratic circle of Sijiucheng, expanded their markets overseas, and even made friends with the King of the West Continent Duchy.

And even if she was already dead, she nourished the Zuo family with her remaining energy, promoting them to glory and prosperity.

At 4 in the morning, Si Fuqing slowly opened her eyes.