After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 321: Courting Death! SiYu Ship

Translator: _Min_

“Buzz!”

In that moment, the oppressive might of Emperor Yin was unleashed in its entirety, a pressure so immense it was like a mountain collapsing upon them.

The dozen bodyguards could only feel a momentary struggle to breathe. Then, uncontrollably, their knees buckled, bending toward the ground.

“Thud, thud—

One after another, the bodyguards collapsed onto the ground, fainting.

Some even spat out blood.

In the era of Emperor Yin, homage was paid from all directions.

It was not just a few scant words in the history books.

It was the embodiment of absolute strength.

No one dared to defy him.

Under Emperor Yin’s command was an army of a million, but he himself was a war god, unmatched in strength.

“Brother Nine!” At this moment, Feng San arrived with Yu Tang.

Seeing the people lying on the ground, he inhaled sharply, his expression stern, “These people…”

Yu Xiheng’s tone was cool and detached, devoid of emotion, “Handled.”

Yu Tang, witnessing such a scene for the first time, was genuinely startled, “Uncle Nine, were they here to assassinate Qingqing?”

“Mmhm.” Yu Xiheng bent down to lift Si Fuqing into the back seat. “Let’s head back first.”

Yu Tang, careful approached the bodyguards, then furiously kicked them repeatedly when she discovered that they didn’t move.

“How despicable! Those in the entertainment industry have no shame, resorting to violence for mere profit, ugh!”

Feng San watched in shock as Yu Tang’s kicks distorted the faces of the bodyguards.Follow current s on ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

“Wait!” Yu Tang suddenly realized something and exclaimed, “Earlier, was Uncle Nine holding Qingqing…”

Feng San quickly covered her mouth, his expression grave, “Miss Yu Tang, the matter of Brother Nine being able to stand should not be spoken of outside, not even to Mr. Yu Qishan.”

Too many eyes were on Yu Xiheng.

Though they posed no real threat, the attention was bothersome.

“Don’t worry.” Yu Tang huffed, “I’m not foolish. I won’t let others trouble Uncle Nine.”

She was determined to carve out more time for her fated ship.

Quietly, Yu Tang took a photo, satisfied with the edited image, and saved a copy to her phone and cloud storage.

Then she logged into Weibo, entered Si Fuqing’s fan forum, and rapidly posted a message.

[SiYu Ship Number One Fan: Sisters, I have to say, I’m so angry. I just saw someone tailing Qingqing, from Speed Sports. Thankfully, Qingqing’s friend arrived just in time, or else Qingqing would have suffered terribly!] Her post caused an uproar in the forum. [I’m done, I’m targeting Speed Sports tonight. Their stock must plummet!]

[Who dares to harm my wife, unforgivable!]

[Wait, what’s your name, Si is Qingqing, but who’s Yu?]

[Where did this ship come from? Has Qingqing ever met a star with this character in their name?]

[Oh, if its wifey that’s on the top, then no problem.]

[??? Huh, you seem to be focused on the wrong thing, the person above?]

Qingqingis the person the top?

Or is Uncle Nine still not okay?

Yu Tang pondered deeply.

She would check later to see if it was true.

The next day, the sun shone brightly, the wind blowing the curtains open, filling the room with golden light.

On the bed, Si Fuqing suddenly opened her eyes and leaped out of bed.

After landing on her feet and hopping around a bit, she fully regained her consciousness.

It was her room.

Si Fuqing recalled the events of the previous night, realizing there were gaps in her memory.

She remembered drinking a bottle of juice given to her by Xie Yanqiu, then feeling intoxicated.

Afterward, she seemed to be pulling up radishes, then dreamt of Ye Wanlan. She had no recollection of what happened next.

How did she get back?

Si Fuqing patted her face, quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.

On the dining table, there was a bowl of porridge still steaming, accompanied by a fruit platter.

“Boss, Tangtang.” Si Fuqing approached, “Who brought me back last night? I really shouldn’t drink alcohol-laced beverages.”

“Qingqing, it was Uncle Nine who carried you back last night,” Yu Tang whispered, her voice low. “I saw Uncle Nine’s clothes were all wet. What did you guys do?”

Si Fuqing almost broke the bowl, her gaze shifting to the tall man standing aside.

His clothes… were wet?

She too wanted to know what happened!

Did she throw up?

Yu Xiheng put down his newspaper, his voice neutral, “Yu Tang.”

Yu Tang immediately scurried away.

“Boss, I’ll wash your clothes!” Si Fuqing apologized profusely, “I’m so sorry, I really can’t handle my liquor, I, uh, didn’t hit you, did I?”

She had drunk before.

But every time she did, the entire sect suffered.

Subsequently, her senior brothers firmly established the rule: “Nineth Junior

Sister must not drink.”

From then on, whether at gatherings or other occasions, not a drop of alcohol appeared.

She wasn’t even allowed to eat beer-braised duck.

Yu Xiheng looked up with a slight smile, “Are you suggesting I’m fragile?” “Absolutely not!” Si Fuqing declared righteously. “It’s just that I’m a mess when I’m drunk, and I wouldn’t dare harm even a single hair on your head.”

“You are quite unruly,” Yu Xiheng commented lightly, “even kicking off the covers in your sleep.”

Si Fuqing was rendered speechless.

This was no different than being died in her friend cycle.

When had she ever fallen asleep in front ofher boss?

“It’s okay, you were quite quiet yesterday, ” Yu Xiheng reassured her. “You didn’t tell any lies, just cried yourself to sleep.” Si Fuqing paused, a bit embarrassed, “Sorry.”

No wonder she dreamt of Ye Wanlan.

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Yu Xiheng’s voice was gentle, yet detached.

“It’s my fault for not noticing your distress and not providing support in time.”

Si Fuqing was about to speak when a boisterous voice interrupted.

“Brother Nine, those guys last night—”

Yu Xiheng looked up, his light amber eyes revealing a deep-seated authority.

Xi Jiang immediately changed his tune, “Last night, I took care of those chickens myself, and I’ve brought fried chicken for Miss Si!”

Si Fuqing’s eyes lit up.

Fried chicken!

Her favorite!

“It’s not suitable to eat something so greasy in the morning,” Yu Xiheng stated.

“Fruit and warm porridge are enough.”

“Alright,” Xi Jiang agreed promptly, deciding to share the chicken with Feng San instead.

He had been curious in the group chat and had come over from MO City just the night before, coincidentally running into Feng San dealing with troublemakers.

Xi Jiang couldn’t understand.

Who would dare lay a hand on Miss Si?

Si Fuqing, watching the fried chicken being taken away.

Well, she had drenched her boss’ shirt with tears the previous day.

She decided to restrain herself for the next few days.

“Rest a bit more today,” Yu Xiheng told her. “You have to catch a flight early tomorrow.”

Si Fuqing remembered the assistant director signing her up, only giving her one day of rest.

Her fist clenched involuntarily.

After finishing her porridge, Si Fuqing checked the news on her phone, “Tsk, the stock of Speed Sports has already dropped by eight points.”

Before the broadcast of the debut night, as an investor, Speed Sports’ stock had been rising.

Now, it had plummeted back to its original level.

Si Fuqing bit into an apple as she mumbled, “Boss, about what I said yesterday…”

“You spoke well,” Yu Xiheng interrupted her with a smile. “Everyone has dreams that shouldn’t be destroyed.”

Si Fuqing blinked, “Then what’s your dream, boss?”

Yu Xiheng’s expression paused, his gaze falling on the window.

Outside, skyscrapers stood in rows, the streets bustling with traffic, the city alive with prosperity.

The laughter of children mingled with the chirping of birds.

Everything was peaceful and beautiful.

A nation at peace, a world in harmony.

He lowered his eyes, smiling lightly, “It’s already been realized.” “I see,” Si Fuqing sighed, resting her chin on her hand.

It seemed she needed to find another way to repay her boss.

Online, the discussion about the debut night continued, its popularity only increasing.

The social media pages of Lu Yan and the two other trainees were flooded with ridicule.

And Lin Qingyan, for adding scenes for herself, was nailed to the pillar of shame.

Her followers dropped from nine million to six million.

The loss was all active fans.

The remaining were just zombie followers bought for appearances, of no real use.

Her inbox was filled with messages and comments from fans withdrawing their support, former die-hard fans cursing her for being unworthy of being a mentor.

Lin Qingyan’s hands trembled as she scrolled, growing more fearful.

What was happening? Why hadn’ t Speed Sports taken any action against Si Fuqing for ruining the debut night?

Why hadn’t they blacklisted her, driving her out of the entertainment industry? What about Lu Yan’s family?

With “Youth With You” failing to debut as a group, the capable trainees had all made connection with Glenn.

Could Lu Yan’s family still hold their ground?

Lin Qingyan pressed her lips together, her eyes darkening.

It seemed she had to take matters into her own hands.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a few numbers.

“Hello, yes, I have a tip about Si Fuqing. She’s definitely had plastic surgery,” Lin Qingyan said. “I’ll send you all the information. No, I don’t want money. I just can’t stand Si Fuqing. I want her to be unable to survive in this industry..”