After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 632: Face Hurts, The Big Boss The Ji Family Begged To See Wants to be Qjngqing’s Driver (2)

[One must admit, Si Fuqing’s treatment of fans is commendable, donning a T-shirt herself yet sparing no expense to purchase RM for her fans. It’s debatable whether to call her thrifty or generous.]

[Ah, speaking of the Oracle Exhibition, it seems the gods didn’t make it to the player meet-and-greet yesterday.]

Soon, the conversation shifted towards NINE the God and Jiu the God.

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing had arrived at the Oracle Exhibition.

She was escorted by the staff to the VIP lounge, where shortly after, JI Xingzhi also arrived, panting.

“Big brother, information on Ji Qingwei is scarce,” he said breathlessly. “For the past decade, she hasn’t taken a single step out of the Ji family’s threshold. It’s like she’s from a different world compared to the one you dreamed about. I thought I had the wrong person until I looked closer.”

“Dreams signify the future,” Si Fuqing replied, her fox-like eyes narrowing. “If I hadn’t awakened, then what I dreamed would be the unfolding reality.”

JI Xingzhi shivered at the thought, taking a sharp breath. “You said her aura resembles yours, which means her luck is highly compatible with yours. Over a decade has passed; imagine how intertwined it must be by now.”

Si Fuqing nodded slightly. “I know. It’s time to reclaim it.”

“I also found out that the Ji family hasn’t interacted with any Masters of Yin-yang,” JI Xingzhi continued with a serious gaze. “But shortly after the Ji sisters were born, a sage foretold their fate.”

“He declared that the sisters must not meet or be raised together before the age of eighteen to ensure their successful upbringing. Thus, the Ji family has strictly adhered to this sage’s decree.”

“Who is this sage?” Si Fuqing’s gaze sharpened.

“Vanished without a trace,” JI Xingzhi shook his head. “As if he never existed. Even my Five Elements Tracking Technique couldn’t find him.” Si Fuqing pondered.

The situation with the Ji and Zuo families was different.

She was keenly aware that Old Master Zuo adopted her for her luck, but whether the Ji family’s actions were forced or voluntary remained unclear. “Alright,” Si Fuqing looked up. “Probe the Ji family, see if they’re aware.” “How should I probe?” Ji Xingzhi was puzzled.

“Pretend to be a charlatan or a revered monk,” Si Fuqing suggested, resting her chin on her hand. “Isn’t that something you’re good at?”

JI Xingzhi choked. “Big brother, you make me sound like a scammer.” “Not sound like, you are one,” Si Fuqing replied lazily. “It’s up to you now.”

“I’ll give it a try,” JI Xingzhi agreed, “I’m curious to see if I could see Qingwei , and if she truly resembled you, big brother.”

“Good, I’ll meet with the chief planner of Oracle,” Si Fuqing responded.

They parted ways.

Ji Yun had been waiting for some time.

“How should I address you now?” Ji Yun inquired, taking a deep breath. “Big star, 009, or NINE the God?”

“Whichever you prefer,” Si Fuqing sat down before him. “All are me.”

“No wonder you’re unfazed by celebrity competitions and even want to join the professional ones,” Ji Yun massaged his temples, troubled. ‘You always enjoy playing at a different level.”

Oracle commanded billions of players, half thanks to its irreplaceable game system, the other half because of NINE’s extraordinary presence.

And everything was all Si Fuqing’s doing.

“I’m just trying to make some money,” Si Fuqing shrugged.

“Forget it, it’s not the first time you’ve outplayed me. My heart’s turned to steel,” Ji Yun checked the time. “Shall we dine together? I have to leave after.”

“Sure,” Si Fuqing agreed. “I’ll be returning tomorrow to continue filming.”

“By the way, I heard you met Jiu the God last night,” Ji Yun stood up. “I’ve heard from the secretary that Jiu the God isn’t bad-looking. How did it go, didn’t you chat further?”

Si Fuqing, expressionless, clenched her teeth. “I’m going to swindle all his money and leave him penniless!”

Ji Yun:

Something seems off.

They headed downstairs, Ji Yun opening the car door for Si Fuqing before taking the driver’s seat himself.

As Ji Longtai prepared to leave, he spotted Ji Yun, “President Ji!”

He rushed forward, but was stopped by the secretary, helplessly watching as Ji Yun settled into the driver’s seat and the car sped away.

Ji Longtai fumed, “You said President Ji wasn’t here, but I saw him!”

“My apologies,” the secretary blocked Ji Longtai, ignoring his anger. “President

Ji is busy and will not see visitors.”

“Ridiculous!” Ji Longtai exploded. “I saw someone else in his car!”

The secretary calmly replied, “It seems you understand, there’s a difference between you and President Ji’s friends.”

That comment struck Ji Longtai like a slap, his face turning red.

By lineage, Ji Yun and they were one family, not separated by many generations.

Yet, Ji Yun wouldn’t even grant them an audience.

Today, Ji Yun might disregard them, but the day will come when he can’t afford to look down on the Ji family.

Furious, Ji Longtai stormed off.

On his way back, he bought a box of pastries for Ji Qingwei, disregarding Ji Qingyao entirely.

Among his two daughters, Ji Qingwei was his favorite.

With the Seven Schools Joint Examination approaching, it was time to nourish Ji Qingwei well.

After lunch, Si Fuqing received a call from the Northern State No. 1 Middle School’s director of admissions.

“Ms. Si, the first Seven Schools Joint Examination is starting this year,” the director explained. “See if you’re available to participate. It’s fine if you don’t, but you mentioned joining the International Joint Examination, and the preliminary spots depend on the scores from five Seven Schools Joint Exams.”

“I’ll participate,” Si Fuqing inquired, “When is it?”

“In two days,” the director replied. “If you’re participating, I’ll add your name.

Just come to the school.”

“No problem,” Si Fuqing assured. “I’ll be there on time.”

Ending the call, she headed to the bus stop, where a car stopped in front of her.

The rear door opened, and Shen Xingjun jumped out, greeting her, “Miss Si, we meet again. My sister-in-law was just mentioning you yesterday.” Si Fuqing gave him a cool glance.

Shen Xingjun shivered under her gaze, as he asked, “Miss Si?”

A man’s hand reached out, offering a strawberry candy, his gaze steady, “Still angry?”

Si Fuqing couldn’t stay mad at Yu Xiheng’s face, but reason told her anger wasn’t easily dismissed, “Still angry.”

Feng Seng dared not utter a word.

In the passenger seat, Yu Tang boldly accused, “Uncle Nine, you’ve upset

Qingqing. Why don’t you coax her? Didn’t you protect her well last night?” “Last night?” Shen Xingjun was puzzled. “What happened last night?”

“Someone arranged to meet Qingqing in a private room, and I told Uncle Nine to keep an eye out,” Yu Tang declared righteously. “He must have failed his duty as a bodyguard, and that’s why Qingqing is upset.”

Shen Xingjun grew more baffled.

“Hmph, those who are good at games but avoid people must be socially anxious homebodies,” Yu Tang grumbled. “Luckily, Uncle Nine, why didn’t you reply to my message last night? I was trying to tip you off.”

“Because—” Yu Xiheng looked up, his voice soft, “I am that socially anxious homebody..”