After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

“Claiming I’m a rich lady,” Si Fuqing extended her hand, revealing a frayed cuff, “See, even when my clothes tear, I just stitch them up myself.”

Observing the embroidery, Chen Wenxin dryly complimented, “It’s… it’s quite nicely sewn.”

“If you dare call me a rich lady to my face again, mentioning anything to do with money,” Si Fuqing’s hands dug into her pockets, “I might just break your legs.”

Chen Wenxin was speechless.

He stiffened as he watched Si Fuqing walk away, and it took him a long while to catch his breath.

He then checked Si Fuqing’s fan forum.

Her fan forum had reached five million in fans, with countless new posts every day.

After some thought, Chen Wenxin clicked follow and went to the comment section of “The Birth of an Employee” to rebuke clueless netizens under an anonymous account.

Then, gathering his medical case and notebook, he headed to the hospital cafeteria.

On the way, he encountered Bai Jinxi and Wu Wanying and merely nodded hurriedly at them.

Wu Wanying frowned, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately, always hovering around Si Fuqing and trying to speak well of her in front of me, which I really don’t want to hear.”

Hearing this, Bai Jinxi gave a faint smile, “Conquering a man, what else could it be? The entertainment industry is messy, and following Si Fuqing gets you more camera time.”

Wu Wanying expressed her disdain, “Just a pretty face, nothing more than a parasitic plant. Once her big sponsor dumps her, how long can she survive without any trouble?”

Bai Jinxi’s eyes flickered slightly.

She had forgotten about the big sponsor backing Si Fuqing.

Having such a big sponsor was an open secret in the entertainment industry; otherwise, Si Fuqing’s blunt nature would have gotten her blacklisted long ago.

But Si Fuqing only really clashed head-on with other stars.

If she ever crossed paths with the true elites of Sijiu, she would be crushed.

Plotting her next move, Bai Jinxi smiled, “Miss Wu, let’s go eat.”

**

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing returned to Yu Xiheng’s villa.

Not seeing the person she was looking for, she remarked, “Hey, where’s the boss? Why isn’t he here at this time?”

“Oh, Feng San is out with Brother Nine,” Xi Jiang replied, “Brother Nine said he’s been feeling gloomy lately and plans to visit a temple to pray.”

Si Fuqing muttered skeptically, “Lies.”

Clearly unappeased, yet deceiving her.

The black-hearted monster.

Si Fuqing pondered, “What does Brother Nine like?”

Xi Jiang exclaimed, “Brother Nine likes Miss Si, and so do we.”

Si Fuqing, wary, retorted, “No way, I sell my talents, not my body.”

“Miss Si, just standing in front of Brother Nine will soothe his temper,” Xi Jiang declared nobly, “Look how beautiful and adorable you are, who could stay mad at you?”

“Smart choice,” Si Fuqing nodded, “But you still have to hand over your salary this month. I’m broke, and I’m counting on this unexpected windfall.”

Xi Jiang sighed, “…”

He regretted ever boasting about his shooting skills to Si Fuqing.

Now, he could only weep as he went to pick up a food delivery.

Si Fuqing relaxed on the sofa.

Her phone pinged, a message from JI Xingzhi.

[JI Xingzhi]: Big brother, me and the old man will be there tomorrow, bringing the books too, dozens of them. If you hadn’t mentioned it, these would’ve just been used to level the furniture.

Si Fuqing replied with an “OK.”

She then sent several formations to JI Xingzhi.

Yu Wu’s formations diagrams, invaluable treasures in the Yin-Yang and Five Elements world, were unattainable even for purchase.

JI Xingzhi, thrilled, boasted, “Old man, look at this, sticking with big brother straight to the heavens. As they say, latch onto those coattails tightly.”

“Even if the JI family falls, big brother said as long as there’s food for her, there’s a broken bowl for me.”

The comments infuriated Old Master JI, as he snapped, “Can’t you be serious? After all, you’re the sole heir I’ve nurtured for so long. The JI family’s legacy rests on you. How can you be so indifferent?”

JI Xingzhi scoffed lightly, “Old man, since when did you start caring about me? When I was six, you threw me into Eastern Mulberry and made me find my own way back. The fact that I’ve grown this big is already something to be thankful for.”

Old Master Ji scoffed coldly, “What do you know? If I hadn’t sent you to Eastern Mulberry, you wouldn’t have survived the situation in the JI family at that time.”

The disciples of the JI family, not counting marital and other relations, had surpassed a thousand members over a millennium of heritage. In Sijiu City, these wealthy families with just a few branches, were engaged in fierce battles for survival relentlessly.