CH 23

If Yuelan Jewelry and Jingcheng Real Estate were in Si Fuqing’s hands, they would be ruined in less than a year.

Si Fuqing was an idiot who couldn’t do anything. How could she manage the company?

The company was useless in her hands.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zuo was deeply impressed. She found Si Fuqing’s mobile phone number and immediately dialed it.

When Si Fuqing received the phone call, she was bargaining with the boss of the hardware store: “Boss, make it cheaper. Your pliers are a little rusty here. Five yuan less won’t hinder you from making money.”

The boss saw that the canvas shoes she was wearing had worn-out, and she was a little girl. He helplessly waved his hand and said: “Okay, okay, take them away.”

Si Fuqing finally bought a pile of tools for 50 yuan, and this was her first time bargaining, making her feel a sense of accomplishment.

So when the phone rang, she picked it up without looking.

“Si Fuqing, you have to come back.” At the other end of the phone, Mrs. Zuo opened her mouth with some superiority, “There is something to discuss with you at home, and it is related to your grandfather.”

“You want me to come over? Okay then.” Si Fuqing lifted her hair and smiled, “Beg me, and I’ll go back.”

There was a “bang” on the phone, then it was disconnected, which turned into a series of “beep-beep-beep” sounds.

Si Fuqing blocked the number, and said lightly: “That’s all you have?”

She put her phone in her pocket and closed her eyes.

At this time the Zuo Family asked her to go back, which must be related to the will of old man Zuo. She was afraid that the old man gave her a lot of things.

She suspected that the old man Zuo died unnaturally.

But at the same time, it was also surprising why the old man Zuo was so kind to her.

She needed to find a reason to see the body of old man Zuo.

Si Fuqing leaned against the wall and looked up at the sky, pondering. After some time, she heard a surprised voice calling her: “Miss Si?”

She turned around and saw a black car parked in front of her.

The car window rolled down, Feng San sat in the driver’s seat.

He saw a pile of metal hardwares behind Si Fuqing’s back, including a hammer, and was slightly silent for a second: “Miss Si, why are you here?”

“Oh.” Si Fuqing sighed, “I’m so sad to the point I even want to recite a poem, it’s a sin.”

Feng San: “……”

“Don’t worry about me.” Si Fuqing waved her hand towards him, “Let me be sad for a moment.”

Before Feng San could speak, the back door opened.

The man was dressed in suits and leather shoes, with a tall figure.

He sat calmly in the inner seat, the mottled light and shadow fell on his straight nose, exuding a luxurious aura. It was so noble that it felt a bit unreal.

Yu Xiheng glanced at her, and said in a deep and powerful voice: “Get in the car.”

Si Fuqing turned her head, and two seconds later, she ran over cheerfully and quickly and put the tools she bought into the trunk of the car: “Boss, you are so kind.”

You were a bastard if you were not taking advantage of it1.

1People who have taken advantage of others and are lucky to have not suffered any losses will use the phrase “you are a bastard if you’re not taking advantage of it” to encourage and comfort themselves next time they encounter advantages.

The fat sheep2 were all delivered to her door, and it would be a sin for her not to pick them up.

2fat sheep: attractive and easy mark, source of steady profit, moneymaker, cash cow

The back seat was spacious. Si Fuqing was sitting on the other side, half a meter away from Yu Xiheng, yet she could feel his strong presence.

He had a faint fragrance of moonlight osmanthus on his body, which was refreshing and pleasant to smell, slowly wrapping her up.

Like himself, low-key and mysterious.

Yu Xiheng closed his eyes: “Do you have to work tomorrow?”