Stolen Luck

Zuo Xianyu did not grow up by Old Master Zuo's side and was not very close to him, but she still felt that he was unfairly treated. Doting on an outsider and foolishly handing over the family assets, what did he get in return? Zuo Xianyu had always looked down on Si Fuqing, but she had to admit that Old Master Zuo's treatment of Si Fuqing had even made her jealous. After so many years, even raising a dog would create a bond, right? Did Old Master Zuo know that Si Fuqing was so cold-blooded and heartless, could he rest in peace under the nine springs? Si Fuqing slightly lowered her eyelashes and pushed Zuo Xianyu's hand away. She laughed lightly and provocatively, but her eyes held a hint of malice, "Did I give you permission to touch me?" Zuo Xianyu's expression changed slightly, and she took a step back. "Who are you to me that you should disappoint me? How much have you drunk?" Si Fuqing closed the coffin lid, hands in her pockets, "Don't annoy me, take care of the Zuo family, or it might be gone." Hearing this, Zuo Xianyu laughed angrily for the first time, "Si Fuqing, do you know what you are saying? And in front of grandfather? Do you even know how to write the word 'filial piety'?" "Do you think that by retreating, we will not cancel the adoption agreement?" Is the Zuo family, a prominent family in the city, so easily manipulated? What utterly rebellious nonsense, truly laughable. "I am well aware, and regarding the adoption agreement, rest assured, I will cancel it," Si Fuqing turned her head and lazily smiled, "You should know, I am even less interested in having a relationship." She left just like that, leaving the hall in silence. Zuo Xianyu stood her ground, her frown deepening as she evidently grew angrier. The director observed her for a while before approaching, "Ms. Xianyu, don't be angry. The Old Master was wise all his life, but in his old age, he became muddled; it's not worth fussing over such a person." Zuo Xianyu took a deep breath and pressed her temples, "Grandfather really misjudged, it's better this way, to see her true colors and distance ourselves early." She didn't care at all about Si Fuqing's life or death. But the 2 billion taken by Si Fuqing had to be reclaimed. Zuo Xianyu had no trace of pity left for Si Fuqing. She bowed to the hall and said lightly, "Grandfather, you were kind to her, but she didn't appreciate it. Don't worry, I will reclaim this debt for you." After paying her respects, the director personally escorted Zuo Xianyu out, shaking his head in dismay. How blind Old Master Zuo was to have adopted Si Fuqing, such an ungrateful wretch. Fortunately, the Zuo family had seen Si Fuqing's true face, and he must remind others to keep their distance from Si Fuqing. ** On her side, Si Fuqing returned to the training base and continued to watch the trainees dance. It was already seven in the evening when she left work. Si Fuqing came out of the base, rubbed her back, and was about to scan the code to unlock her car when she heard a honk. Turning her head, she saw the familiar white car stopped behind her. Mr. Feng leaned out of the car window, very respectfully, "Miss Si, Brother Nine asked me to pick you up." "Very generous, such a generous boss," Si Fuqing raised her eyebrows, walked forward leisurely, "Such great employee benefits, he's truly a beloved boss." Mr. Feng hesitated for a moment, not responding to her comment. But a few seconds later, he suddenly felt something was off. Why didn't he have such good employee benefits? When he was with Yu Xihang, he never saw anyone specially come to pick him up. Si Fuqing looked out the window, her gaze narrowing slowly, "This isn't the way to my apartment." "Yes, Brother Nine mentioned he needs to leave at four-thirty tomorrow," Mr. Feng said, "So Miss Si will stay over at Brother Nine's place tonight." Si Fuqing's smile faded, her expression stoic, "Four, thirty?" Mr. Feng nodded, "Is there a problem?" Si Fuqing: "..." Yes, there definitely was. Even before, she had never lived the life of a corporate slave. Her fists had hardened. Feng San spoke up in time, "Brother Nine said he would give Miss Si a raise." Si Fuqing's body relaxed, her foxy eyes curving up again, her tone casual, "You should have said so earlier." Feng San: "..." He dared not speak. Just now, it seemed like Miss Si wanted to tear him and his Brother Nine apart. ** Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the villa. March brought a cold snap, and the heating was still on in the living room. The man sat on the sofa, reading a book. He was dressed in a white knitwear and casual pants, yet his tall, slender physique and perfect waistline were undeniable. Without the suit, Yu Xiheng's imposing aura seemed somewhat diluted, lending him a lax, yet cool and gentle air. Si Fuqing didn't mind taking a longer look and openly admired his handsome appearance. However, Yu Xiheng, accustomed to being watched, was the first to look up and gaze back at the girl in front of him. Whether as Emperor Yin or now, he had never lacked attention and hardly ever cared. But ordinary people usually couldn't meet his gaze. Even generals who had guarded the borders for years would act restrained in his presence, not to mention daughters of noble families. Yu Xiheng closed the book, his voice mellow, "What are you looking at?" Si Fuqing picked up an apple, took a bite, and said leisurely, "Of course I'm looking at your good looks. What else?" "..." Carrying water, Feng San nearly went weak at the knees and fell to the ground. What had he heard? Such a straightforward compliment was a first for Yu Xiheng too. His eyebrows slightly lifted, he hinted subtly, "Rest early; you need to get up early tomorrow. The third room upstairs is yours." Si Fuqing: "..." Exploitative capitalist scum! She took back what she had said earlier; he wasn't handsome at all. But as a boss, Yu Xiheng had indeed been thorough in his preparations; the bedroom had everything, and there were even spare sets of clothes. After taking a bath, Si Fuqing effortlessly performed a split, stretching her waist and legs for a while. After all, she was a dedicated person, and she intended to do well in the entertainment industry. At ten o'clock, Si Fuqing climbed into the velvet-covered massive bed to sleep. She was a light sleeper and typically did not dream. But tonight, she dreamt a vivid dream. In the dream, Old Master Zuo hadn't died suddenly of a heart attack, and the Zuo family's enterprise was flourishing. During an attempt to resist Zuo Zonghe's assault, she unfortunately died and couldn't be revived. Old Master Zuo, heartbroken, was hospitalized and recuperated for a month. Afterwards, she was buried with much fanfare in the Zuo family's mausoleum, and the news praised Old Master Zuo as benevolent and kind-hearted. But Si Fuqing could see clearly; Old Master Zuo had brought a Master of Yin-Yang to set up an array by her grave. She even heard the master say, "Her luck may not be much, but it's enough to ensure the Zuo family's rise." "What a pity; if she were alive, her luck could have been even stronger." Subsequently, the Zuo family indeed broke into the elite circles of the city of Sijiu, expanded their markets overseas, and even made connections with the king of the Western Continent Duchy. Even in death, she nourished the Zuo family with her remaining luck, sending them soaring to great heights and glory. At four in the morning, Si Fuqing slowly opened her eyes.