After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 21: Stolen Luck

Zuo Xianyu did not grow up by Old Master Zuo's side and did not have a close relationship with him. However, she felt unworthy for him.

He doted on someone with a different surname and was so foolish as to give away the family business. What did he get in the end?

Zuo Xianyu had always looked down on Si Fuqing, but she had to admit that Old Master Zuo treated Si Fuqing so well that she was jealous. contemporary romance

After so many years, even if he had a dog, the god should have feelings for the owner, right?

If Old Master Zuo knew that Si Fuqing was so cold-blooded and heartless. How could he rest in peace in the netherworld?

Si Fuqing's eyelashes drooped slightly as she pushed Zuo Xianyu's hand away.

The smile on her was bright, but her eyes were filled with ruthlessness. "Did I let you touch me?"

Zuo Xianyu's expression changed and she took a step back.

"Who are you to be disappointed in me? How much alcohol did you drink before?" Si Fuqing closed the coffin lid and put her hands back into her pockets. "Don't bother me. Take care of the Zuo family. Be careful not to not make it disappear."

When Zuo Xianyu heard this, it was the first time she laughed out of anger. "Si Fuqing, do you know what you are saying? In front of grandpa? Do you even know how to write the word 'filial piety'?"

"Do you think we won't cancel the adoption agreement just because you're acting this way?"

The Zuo family is a wealthy family in Lin. Who could dare to touch us?

What treasonous words? Comically at this point.

"I know very well. As for the adoption agreement, don't worry, I'll cancel it myself." Si Fuqing tilted her head and smiled lazily. "You have to know that I don't want anything to do with you more than you don't want anything to do with me."

She left just like that, and the mourning hall was silent.

Zuo Xianyu stood rooted to the ground. Her brows furrowed even more tightly. It was obvious that she was furious.

The director observed for a while before going forward. "Miss Xianyu, don't be angry. The old master has been wise for a lifetime, but he was also muddle-headed when he got old. It's not worth it to be angry with such a person."

Zuo Xianyu took a deep breath and massaged her temples. "Grandfather has indeed misjudged her. This is good too. The sooner you see her, the sooner you can leave."

She did not care about Si Fuqing's life or death.

However, she had to get back the 2 billion that Si Fuqing had taken.

Zuo Xianyu did not have the last bit of pity left for Si Fuqing.

She bowed to the mourning hall and said, emotionless, "Grandpa, you're good to her, but she doesn't know how to be grateful. Don't worry, I'll help you get back at her."

After offering the incense, the director personally sent Zuo Xianyu out. He could not help but shake his head.

Old Master Zuo was really blind. Why did he adopt an ingrate like Si Fuqing?

Fortunately, the Zuo family had already seen Si Fuqing's true colors. He had to remind the others to stay away from Si Fuqing.

**

On the other side, Si Fuqing returned to the training base and continued to watch the trainees practice their dance.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when she got off work.

Si Fuqing came out of the base and rubbed her waist. She was about to scan the code and start the car when she heard a horn.

She turned around and saw a familiar white car parked behind her.

Feng San poked her head out of the window and said respectfully, "Miss Si, Brother Nine asked me to pick you up."

"You're magnanimous, Boss. You're magnanimous." Si Fuqing raised her eyebrows and walked forward unhurriedly. "The employee benefits are so good. He's simply a good boss that everyone loves."

Feng San hesitated and decided it was best not to reply.

But a few seconds later, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Why don't I have such good employee benefits?

When he followed Yu Xiheng, he did not see anyone driving to pick him up.

Si Fuqing looked out of the window and narrowed her eyes. "This is not the way to my apartment."

"Yes, Brother Nine said that he will leave at 4:30 tomorrow." Feng San said, "That's why Miss Si is staying at Brother Nine's place tonight.""

Si Fuqing stopped smiling and said word-by-word, without the slightest expression on her face, "Four, thirty?"

"Yes." Feng San nodded. "Is there a problem?"

Si Fuqing was speechless.

Yes, too much.

Even in the past, she had never lived such a miserable, oppressed, exploited life.

Her fists hardened.

Feng San added in the right moment, "Brother Nine said that he would give Miss Si more money."

Si Fuqing's body loosened, and her fox-like eyes turned into crescents again, leisurely, "Tell me earlier."

Feng San was speechless.

He did not dare to speak at all.

Just now, Miss Si seemed to want to tear him and his Brother Nine apart.

**

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

It was a cold spring in March, and the heater was still on in the living room.

The man was sitting on the sofa and reading a book.

He was wearing a white sweater and casual pants, but it could not hide his slender figure and perfect waistline.

Without the embellishment of the suit, Yu Xiheng's imposing aura was diluted a little. He seemed a little relaxed, exuding a distant but gentle aura.

Si Fuqing didn't mind taking a few more glances and openly admired his handsomeness.

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

Whether it was when he was Emperor Yin or now, there was never a lack of attention around him, and he never cared much about it.

However, ordinary people generally could not look him in the 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 aristocratic families.

Yu Xiheng closed the book, his voice mild and soothing, "What are you looking at?"

Si Fuqing picked up an apple, took a bite, and said, "Of course I'm looking at you, because you're good-looking."

"..."

Feng San, who was holding a glass of water, almost fell to his knees.

What did he hear?

This was the first time Yu Xiheng had heard such a straightforward compliment. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Rest early. You have to wake up early tomorrow. The third room on the second floor is your room."

Si Fuqing was speechless.

A hateful capitalist who exploits workers!

She took back what she had just said. He did not look good at all.

However, as the boss, Yu Xiheng was indeed very well-prepared. There was everything in the bedroom, including a few sets of clothes.

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

After all, she was a dedicated person and had to do her job well in the entertainment industry.

At ten o'clock, Si Fuqing climbed onto the big velvet bed to sleep.

She slept lightly and never dreamed.

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

In the dream, Old Master Zuo did not die of a heart attack, and the Zuo family's business was thriving.

Unfortunately, she died when she resisted Zuo Zonghe's r*pe and could not be rescued.

Old Master Zuo was admitted to the hospital due to excessive grief and recuperated for a month.

After that, she was buried in the cemetery of the Zuo family with great fanfare. The news said that Old Master Zuo was kind and generous.

However, Si Fuqing could clearly see that Old Master Zuo had found a Master of Yin-Yang and set up a formation beside her grave. He heard the Master of Yin-Yang say, "Although she doesn't have much luck left, it's enough to ensure the Zuo family's prosperity."

"It's a pity that she died. Otherwise, her luck would have been even stronger if she was alive."

After that, the Zuo family broke into the circle of noble families in Sijiu and expanded their business overseas. They even befriended the king of the Western Continent Dukedom.

Even though she was dead, she used her remaining luck to nourish the Zuo family, sending them to rise and shine.

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

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