CH 16

Chapter 16 – Yu Xiheng: come here (2)

Shen Xingyun was also astounded and choked up, “What?”

“It’s not—” Before he finished speaking, Yu Xiheng lifted his eyebrows, with a slight smile, and his voice fell from upstairs. “You can say so.”

Once he opened his mouth, Shen Xingyun didn’t object anymore.

“OK, then I’m alone is enough.” Si Fuqing glanced at the second floor and moved her body again, “I’ll prove it to you, I’m alone worth five people.”

As she spoke, she hooked her hands towards the other four people and said, “Big brothers, can you all come together and give me some face1?”

1Give me some face: don’t make me embarrassed.

“……”

Three minutes later, all four reckless men fell to the ground, all desperate.

Feng San’s expression finally changed.

He practiced martial arts from a young age, so of course he could see that Si Fuqing used only one hand from beginning to the end.

Most importantly, she didn’t rely on brute force, but pure skill.

What kind of terrifying control capability was this?

“Xingyun.” Yu Xiheng put down the teacup and spoke again, “Let the others leave.”

Shen Xingyun sighed and had to order people to carry down the four reckless men, then waved to Si Fuqing and said: “Let’s go upstairs.”

Si Fuqing wiped her hands and followed him upstairs.

The big screen in the study room was put away, and the room was silent. Feng San stood behind Yu Xiheng, his cold eyes circling around the girl, piercing and compelling.

Si Fuqing glanced at him.

Did this little brother look at her like he looked at an enemy?

Later she would steal his job too.

Si Fuqing was calculating how much money she could earn using her fingers, when she heard Yu Xiheng ask her in a low voice: “Can you use a gun?”

Feng San also looked over immediately, his eyes burning.

“Huh?” Si Fuqing looked up and raised her eyebrows, “I can’t.”

Feng San listened and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Melee combat2 was so powerful, if you knew how to shoot again, how can you let others live?

2Melee combat: disorganized hand-to-hand combat in battles fought at abnormally close range with little central control once it starts.

“En.” Yu Xiheng hummed, “Come here.”

Si Fuqing stepped forward: “What now?”

Yu Xiheng just glanced at her up and down, nodded and ordered, “Prepare several sets of casual clothes first, in size S.”

Turned out it was to give her clothes.

Si Fuqing looked at the white washed T-shirt she wore, feeling so sad that she only wanted to draw circles3.

3Draw circles: embarrassment, self-blame and repentance.

She was really poor.

Feng San also felt a little pity.

When Si Fuqing passed the interview, her information had already arrived in Yu Xiheng’s hands.

He also knew that she was adopted by the old man Zuo, and now that the old man left, she naturally had no one to rely on.

“No way!” Si Fuqing suddenly pointed to herself, “I have to wear size M, size S will break the buttons.”

Feng San’s expression stiffened, and he looked at her in disbelief.

This Miss Si, really dared to say anything?

However, Yu Xiheng’s expression was calm as if he had already gotten used to it. He calmly ordered: “Change it to the M size.”

Feng San thought to himself that he really lacked composure and needed to learn more from the Ninth Brother.

While waiting for the clothes, Si Fuqing didn’t bother to be polite either. She sat down, nibbled an apple, and pulled out the [Biography of Emperor Yin].

Yu Xiheng turned his head and talked to Shen Xingyun about something, and she didn’t bother to listen.

On the other side, Feng San took out his phone and specifically downloaded a Weibo4.

4Weibo: means “micro-blog” in Chinese. Launched by Sina Corporation in 2009, Sina Weibo, or simply Weibo is a microblogging website and app which compares to Twitter and Instagram. 

When Si Fuqing entered here, her information had already been sent to Yu Xiheng.

Feng San also knew that she was actually a celebrity.

He heard that there was a lot of news related to celebrities on this app. He followed Yu Xiheng, so he needed to gather more information.

Unexpectedly, before he could enter Si Fuqing’s name, Weibo’s trending search directly sent him a trending search.

Feng San frowned, he pursed his lower lip and pushed the phone over: “Miss Si, is this you?”

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