If Yuelan Jewelry and Jingcheng Real Estate were to fall into Si Fuqing's hands, she would make the company disappear in less than a year.
Si Fuqing was an idiot, illiterate and incompetent. How could she manage a company?
If they really went into her hands, the consequence would be unthinkable.
When Mrs. Zuo heard this, she agreed. She found Si Fuqing's phone number and immediately called her.
When Si Fuqing received the call, she was bargaining with the owner of the hardware store. "Boss, can you go lower. Your pliers are a little rusted here. Five yuan won't stop you from earning money."
The boss saw that the color of her Converse had already faded, and she was a younggirl. He waved his hand helplessly in defeat and said. "Alright, alright, alright. Take it away."
In the end, Si Fuqing used 50 yuan to buy a bunch of tools. The first bargain gave her a sense of accomplishment.
Hence, when her phone rang, she picked it up without looking at it.
"Si Fuqing, come back now." On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Zuo spoke in a condescending tone, "There's something we need to discuss with you at home. It's related to your grandfather."
"You want me to go back? Okay." Si Fuqing stroked her hair back and smiled. "Beg me, and I'll go back."
There was a clang from the phone, and then the call was cut off, turning into a series of beeps.
Si Fuqing blacklisted the number and said without any stir to her emotion, "That's all you can do."
She put her phone in her pocket and narrowed her eyes.
The Zuo family demanded her to go back now meant that it must have something to do with Old Master Zuo's will. He probably gave her a lot of things.
She suspected that Old Master Zuo did not die a normal death.
But at the same time, she was also surprised that Old Master Zuo would treat her so well.
She needed to find a reason to see Old Master Zuo's body.
Si Fuqing leaned against the wall and stared into the air, deep in thought. After a long time, she heard a surprised voice that called out to her, "Miss Si?"
She turned around and saw a black car parked in front of her.
The window rolled down and Feng San sat in the driver's seat.
He saw a pile of metal tools on Si Fuqing's back, including a hammer. He was silent for a second. "Miss Si, you're here because?"
"Oh." Si Fuqing let out a sigh. "I came to enjoy the scenery amidst sorrow. I actually wanted to recite a poem for a moment. I'm guilty."
Feng San was speechless.
"Don't worry about me." Si Fuqing waved at him. "Let me grieve for a while longer.""
Before Feng San could say anything, the car door opened.
The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his figure was tall and imposing.
He sat quietly in the inner seat. The mottled light fell on his straight nose bone, exuding a sense of luxury. It was so noble that it felt a little unreal.
Yu Xiheng looked at her with his side-eye, in a low and powerful voice, he ordered, "Get in the car."
Si Fuqing turned her head. Two seconds later, she ran over happily and put the tools she bought into the trunk of the car. "Boss, you're so nice."
If there was an advantage, she would be damned if she did not take the advantage.
It would be a sin if she didn't take the opportunity when it was presented right in front of her, perfectly wrapped.
The backseat was huge. Si Fuqing sat on the other side, half a meter away from Yu Xiheng, but she could still feel his strong presence.
There was a faint fragrance of laurel on his body. It was refreshing and pleasant to the nose as it slowly wrapped around her.
Just like himself, the smell was also low-key and mysterious.
"You have work tomorrow?" Yu Xiheng said as he closed his eyes."
"What? Right." Si Fuqing pointed at the advertisement screen in front of him. "I'm a mentor here."
On the advertising screen was the promotional campaign for "Youth With You". Lu Yan occupied the center position, followed by Xie Yu.
After the photos of the popular trainees were shown, it was time for the mentors.
Si Fuqing's gothic make-up formed a distinct but muddy torrent among the four mentors.
The corner of Feng San's eyestwitched. "Miss Si, you don't even remove your makeup on the show?"
Other people wished that they could make themselves into a fairy. Why did Si Fuqing make herself uglier?
"No." Si Fuqing rested her chin on her hand and said slowly, word by word, "I just need to make myself pleasing to the boss's eyes. Will the others give me money?"
Feng San's expression changed, and his heart was up to his throat. He was afraid that Si Fuqing would disappear in the next second.
Who knew that Yu Xiheng only opened his eyes and glanced at her without saying anything.
Indeed.
Whether it was the 27 years he had been Emperor Yin or now, the beauties he had seen were nowhere comparable to Si Fuqing.
She had a kind of magical power that could make him relax with just two or three sentences.
Although it had been thousands of years since the oppressive war era, his nerves were still tense.
However, her words that day actually allowed him to have a good sleep.
The advertisement screen was still playing the promotional video. Si Fuqing clicked her tongue. "What kind of trash are they now? How can they enter the entertainment industry with such poor appearance?"
Feng San was speechless.
Is she cursing herself?
Si Fuqing looked at the fans who were taking photos in front of the advertisement screen and recalled her past.
When she was in Glenn, the actors around her had impeccable acting skills and incredible appearances.
They were all busy honing their acting skills, so how could they have the time to focus on marketing instead?
That was an era where strength spoke.
It was a battle between immortals, competition at the highest peak.
Why had the entertainment industry not advanced but declined in the three years that she had been gone?
She had been experimenting for too long, and it had been a long time since she had acted or sung. She missed that a little.
"Boss." Si Fuqing suddenly turned her head around and said excitedly," How about I sing a song for you?"
Feng San, who was driving, was puzzled. "A song?"
Yu Xiheng looked up, his eyes dark and deep. His tone was unreadable, but there was a hint of coldness in it. "Focus on driving."
Feng San was again, confused.
What did he do?
Feng San was surprised.
He drove with one hand while he carefully typed the words "Powerful and Impressing" on his phone with the other.
He accidentally saw a sentence that said, "I want more and more of you."
It was a dirty song.
Feng San's face stiffened.
He quietly put away his phone and drove seriously.
**
After Si Fuqing returned to the small apartment, she received a call from the Zuo family again.
This time, it was Zuo Xianyu who called. She said gently, "Fu Qing, just come back. There's really an emergency. If it can be resolved easily, you can name your conditions."
"Grandpa is about to be buried. He doesn't want to see you in such a sorry state."
Si Fuqing crossed her legs and smiled, in a relaxed state. "I can name my conditions?"
The Zuo family couldn't wait for her to die.
Last time, they cut her wrist. This time, wouldn't they cut off her head?
Zuo Xianyu was still gentle. "Yes, Fu Qing. Everyone in the family is waiting for you. If you are free, let's have dinner together tonight."
After two or three sentences, the call ended quickly. Zuo Tianfeng asked impatiently, "How is it?"
"She agreed to come over." Zuo Xianyu frowned.
"Good, Xianyu, I know I could count on you." Zuo Tianfeng was very pleased. "Prepare the consent form to give up the inheritance. When she comes, let her sign it."
How is Si Fuqing worthy of taking the Zuo family's assets?