After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 99: Ji Ojngwei, Si Fuqing’s Drawing (2)

Translator: _Min

But what was truly mysterious was that they couldn’t catch a glimpse of Si Fuqing, even when staring intently at the main entrance.

How to accidentally encounter Si Fuqing remained an unsolved mystery in the entertainment circle.

Finally, at five o’clock, the shoot concluded.

Si Fuqing reclined on a sofa to rest.

“Miss Si, your family members are waiting for you outside,” the assistant jogged in. “The general manager is asking if you want to invite them to the celebration dinner as well.”

The assistant recalled the young man in the wheelchair outside.

Like peas in a pod.

Both extraordinarily good-looking.

“Family members?” Si Fuqings eyes narrowed slightly. “Wait a moment.”

Since when did she have family members here?

Si Fuqing followed the assistant out to the lounge area.

Just then, Yu Xiheng turned his head.

Si Fuqing hadn’t yet removed her makeup or her general’s armor.

As she approached, he got a good look at her face.

Her long hair was neatly pinned up, revealing her fair neck.

The armor gave her a regal air, adding an extra layer of majesty and poise to her already stunning features.

Yet, her eyes held a certain curiosity, as if she were a fox that had strayed into a forest.

For the first time, Yu Xiheng’s eyes darkened.

Yu Tang screamed, “AHHHHH!”

She knew it; dragging her Uncle Nine here early and entering as family members would pay off!

What other fan had luck like hers?

Si Fuqing was even more surprised, “Boss?”

With a faint smile, Yu Xiheng returned her gaze. He never hesitated to offer his praise, “You look stunning.”

“It’s not just stunning; it’s unbelievably, cosmically stunning!” Yu Tang shouted. “Only Qingqing could show me what a ‘beauty that brings disaster’ really means!”

“No wonder there’s an old saying that one would forsake the world for a beauty.

If I were an emperor, just having Qingqing in my harem would be enough.

Don’t you agree, Uncle Nine?”

This time, Yu Xiheng did not respond.

It was a full thirty seconds before he let out a soft sigh and smiled faintly,

“Yes.”

His smiles were always gentle, so gentle that it was hard to detect any change.

Seeing him smile, Si Fuqing began to seriously consider something.

Her boss was in a good mood today; perhaps she could secure a larger allowance for her silly Pixiu?

“Boss, Tangtang, wait for me,” Si Fuqing first removed the hairpin from her head, “I’m going to change clothes.”

Yu Tang volunteered eagerly, “Fuqing, let me help you!”

East Moon had booked the venue in advance. It was secluded and had a high level of privacy.

Yu Tang clung to Si Fuqing’s arm, refusing to let go.

Behind them, Feng San pushed the wheelchair, lowering his voice to ask,

“Brother Nine, are you not in a good mood?”

Yu Xiheng’s expression remained neutral, as he replied lightly, “You do have a knack for reading people.”

Feng San was at a loss for words.

He couldn’t tell if this was praise or a reprimand.

“It’s not that I’m in a bad mood; it’s just that I was reminded of something from a long time ago,” Yu Xiheng said, gazing thoughtfully at the swirling clouds in the sky. “Time flies.”

Even after having spent over a decade in the modern world, there were moments when he would wonder if the peace and tranquility before him were merely illusory.

Whether the era of bloodshed and warfare was worth it.

Following his gaze, Feng San understood, “So, Brother Nine, you like watching clouds.”

Yu Xiheng’s fingers paused momentarily, as he said in a muted tone, “No more fish from now on.”

Feng San acknowledged, “Alright, if Brother Nine doesn’t like fish, I’ll have it all removed and let East Moon know as well.”

Yu Xiheng maneuvered his wheelchair and left, his tone icy, “Intelligence can be improved, but not emotional intelligence. No point in wasting food.”

Feng San: ‘

He’d definitely been scolded this time.

The next day, Saturday morning, the trainees continued their regular training.

For tonight’s public performance, the program team had decided to do a live broadcast as a warm-up.

When the public performance would be aired, these moments would serve as behind – the-scenes footage.

Previously, the camera would have initially focused on Lin Qingyan.

But the program team was ever-pragmatic.

They knew full well just how popular Si Fuqing was; both the director and the producer had taken note.

They directly broadcasted from Dance Room 2, projecting the footage into the live chat.

[Ahh, finally seeing my fresh wifey!]

[Fuqing baby’s bare face is too unreal; it’s a beauty that’s not humanly possible!]

[Husband! Husband, look at me!]

[Dude, look at your username, ‘Xie Yu’s Little Spoiled Wife.’ Aren’t you a fangirl of Xie Yu? Who are you calling husband?]

[Shut up! What’s wrong with having two husbands? It’s none of your business!

I’ll have a hundred, ten thousand husbands in the future!]

Unbeknownst to Xie Yu, who was still practicing his dance moves, a faction of his fangirls had already abandoned him for someone else.

Si Fuqing paid them no mind, leaning against the wall with her sketchpad.

[What is my wife doing? Why isn’t she looking up!] [Is she writing something or drawing?]

[Damn it, if she doesn’t look up, she’s going to lose us!]

Si Fuqing still didn’t look up.

During a break, Xu Xiyun took a sip of water and curiously walked over. He saw that the sketchpad had a line drawing, “Teacher Si, you can draw too?”

Isn’t it still drawing?

Xu Xiyun wasn’t sure about the distinction between the two, but that didn’t stop him from offering a compliment. “Teacher Si, you’re so talented!”

Si Fuqing responded with a casual air, “It’s just for fun, far from professional. If it actually gets designed, you guys can wear it for the finals.”

She had little faith in the program team being fair; just avoiding any behind-the-scenes manipulation would be good enough for her.

Xu Xiyun scratched his head, not daring to ask any further questions, and returned to Xie Yu’s side, “Brother Xie, do you understand it?”

“No.” Xie Yu stretched his long legs and said casually, “But the style resembles Lan.”

“Lan?” Xu Xiyun was surprised, “The Lan I’m thinking of?”

The top fashion design brand in Great Xia and internationally?

Actors and actresses in Glenn loved Lan. Whoever could book Lan’s latest seasonal gowns for the film festival would be the focus of attention.

“That’s not necessarily the case,” Xie Yu shrugged, “Your thought process has always been different from others. Who knows which Lan you’re thinking of?”

Xu Xiyun:

He really shouldn’t have spoken.

He silently followed behind Xie Yu and resumed training.

“In Paradise” was difficult but really exhilarating.

Even though it was just practice and not the official stage, the fans in the live broadcast were already screaming.

[I declare, Brother Xie, you temporarily hold the title of ‘Best,’ but you’ll have to give it back to Fuqing later.]

[Not bad, Little Xu. You’ve improved quickly.]

[Oh my God, do you guys remember the bet Teacher Si had with Lin Qingyan? She said she’d make sure all her students debuted. Was she serious?] It was then that Si Fuqing finally lifted her head.

She yawned, a mist forming in her eyes. She blinked, and then lowered her head again to continue her drawing.

[Wifey, you’re so cute!]

[Where’s my screenshot army?]

As Mousses busily took screenshots, their comments were gradually drowned out by other voices.

[Emmm, to be honest, isn’t Si Fuqing being a little irresponsible? Lin Qingyan is patiently teaching the trainees to dance, and she’s just here drawing? What does that mean?]

[A mentor should take up corresponding responsibilities, right? Clearly, Xie Yu is naturally skilled; it’s not because she trained him.]

[Drawing is fine. It’s better than ruining the stage.]

[LOL, what can she draw? Si Fuqing didn’t even finish high school, went abroad to study singing and dancing for two years, and still couldn’t.]

[Seriously, just be a decorative idol. What are you drawing for? You think you can establish character?]

The fans and the haters were in a heated argument, but the popularity of the stream was steadily rising.

“Zoom in,” the director squinted his eyes backstage, “let’s see what she’s drawing.”

The cameraman acknowledged and zoomed in accordingly..

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