After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 59: Si Fuqing: You’ve Being Punished!

Translator: _Min_

“What did you say?!”

Xu Ruotong exclaimed in disbelief as she heard the name ‘Qu Lingyun.’ The Qu Lingyun she knew?

The premier director of the Great Xia Empire, whom even Glenn sought to collaborate with?

“What kind of joke are you making?” Xu Ruotong asked, her tone a mix of disdain and incredulity. “You, meeting Qu Lingyun? Are you worthy?”

Even top-tier actors struggled to catch Qu Lingyun’s attention. Si Fuqing, a female idol who couldn’t sing or dance well, meeting Qu Lingyun?

It was a fairy tale.

“Seems like you’re not interested,” Si Fuqing adjusted her coat. “I’ll be on my way then. Expect a delivery for you tomorrow.”

“What delivery?” Xu Ruotong was startled. Seeing the woman ready to leave, she became frantic, “Be clear! Say it clearly!”

Her pursuit was cut off by a ringing phone. The caller ID displayed her agent’s name.

Xu Ruotong hastily answered, “Hello, Sister Li, 1—”

She was interrupted before she could finish.

The voice on the other end wasn’t her agent; it was the company’s president.

“Xu Ruotong! Do you have any idea what you’ve done today? The internet is crucifying you, and they’re taking the company down with you.”

“Posting that video, do you even have a brain? All beauty no brain!”

Stunned and reeling from the verbal lashing, Xu Ruotong’s lips trembled,

“President, 1—”

“What ‘I’?! You’re done, let me tell you! Get back here right now!” the voice roared from the other end. “Several sponsors have already severed ties with the company because of you! What are you doing out there? Get back here!” Xu Ruotong’s hands shook, and her face turned ashen.

She didn’t dare linger any longer and scurried away, clutching her purse.

Meanwhile, in a private booth.

Qu Lingyun sat there, looking dignified behind a pair of gold-framed glasses, exuding a scholarly air.

He was perusing a screenplay when the door knocked. Si Fuqing walked in.

“You finally arrived,” Qu Lingyun sighed in relief. “I thought you had stood me up.”

“Standing you up is possible,” Si Fuqing removed her coat, “but standing up money isn’t.”

Qu Lingyun: ‘

Some tact in front ofhim would have been nice.

“This is the contract. Take a look, ” Qu Lingyun took a document from his briefcase, his eyes shining. “If everything’s good, let’s sign it.”

Si Fuqing skimmed through the contract, keenly noting that it was signed with her as an individual, without any mention of Tianle Media.

At this, Qu Lingyun spoke, “I’m signing you, not Tianle Media. If they think they can get money out of me, they’ll have to prove they have the capability.”

He had that level of confidence.

“Looks good, no issues,” Si Fuqing nodded. “But as I’ve said, I have a lot of haters, and they’re pretty crazy.”

“How crazy could they get? Acid attacks?” Qu Lingyun was skeptical. “Show me.”

At his level, he hardly had time to pay attention to the chatter within the entertainment circle.

“You really have no idea about the level of hate I receive,” Si Fuqing handed him her phone. “Brace yourself.”

The moment he took the phone, Qu Lingyun saw a Weibo post criticizing Si Fuqing with nearly 50,000 comments below it, all telling her to get out of the entertainment industry and posting ghost images.

After reading, Qu Lingyun: ‘

He quietly put down the phone and respectfully distanced himself from Si Fuqing.

They really are crazy.

“Ever since fan circles and marketing techniques infiltrated the entertainment industry of the Great Xia, many aspects have been corrupted,” Qu Lingyun frowned. “But don’t worry, you’re going to be a sensation.”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “You’re still willing to use me in that case? What makes you so sure I’m a good person?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Qu Lingyun’s tone carried his usual arrogance. He scoffed, “I have never misjudged a person. I’m not one of those blind directors.”

“In that case, a pleasant collaboration,” Si Fuqing signed her name and extended her hand, “Director Qu.”

For a moment, Qu Lingyun was lost in thought. He shook her hand a few seconds later, apologizing, “Sorry, I was distracted.”

During their momentary eye contact, he felt as if he had glimpsed Yun Lan. Qu Lingyun sighed.

Ifanother Yun Lan were to emerge in the Great Xia Empire, even Glenn would bow down.

Too bad.

Qu Lingyun shook his head and ordered the waiter to serve the food.

After parting ways with Qu Lingyun, Si Fuqing returned to Yu Xiheng’s villa where she had been tending to his legs for the past few days.

“Why did Miss Si return so late?” Feng San glanced at the time, “Did you run into any problems on the road?”

“No, just had dinner with an industry friend,” Si Fuqing replied lazily, “Earned a little money.”

The word ‘money’ perked up Little Bai’s ears, who was nestled in her bag. The creature let out a chirp.

Si Fuqing pressed it down sternly, “No, don’t even think about it.”

Little Bai: “Meow.”

Yu Xiheng was reading in his study.

Following the usual routine, Si Fuqing examined his leg. “Honestly, Boss, you don’t look like someone who actually has a leg problem.”

“Hmm,” Yu Xiheng responded slowly, “It’s hard to diagnose because it doesn’t show.”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow.

Yu Xiheng looked up and gently touched her head. “Your hair is standing up.”

Si Fuqing:

Again with the headpatting!

She could no longer suppress her murderous intent.

Taking a step back, Si Fuqing pulled out Little Bai, “Little Bai, attack! Bite him!”

Little Bai, who had been drooling over the golden pen on Yu Xiheng’s table, was confused.

How is this related to me?

Yu Xiheng propped his chin and looked at her, “It’s still standing up, come here.”

“Alright,” Si Fuqing walked forward, steady and calm.

In a lightning-fast move, she pinned the man down onto the table, “Don’t move! You’re being punished!”

Feng San, who had just walked in with a fruit plate, was bewildered.

What had he just witnessed?

“Okay,” Yu Xiheng spoke, half amused, half resigned, “I have to go out again in a few days, it’s over the weekend. Are you free?”

“Should be,” Si Fuqing stood up and warned, “Don’t pat my head.” She turned and greeted cheerfully, “Hi, Sansan, you’ve been working hard.”

Feng San, who felt like he was being subtly mocked: ‘

It seemed he was the only one being exploited here, never asked for his opinion.

The incident had made quite a stir. When Si Fuqing returned to her small apartment, the internet was still ablaze with discussions.

Fans of Xie Yu were focused on attacking Xu Ruotong, Lin Qingyan, and the production team, but Si Fuqing had her share of haters too, all of them active. [Apologizing to Xie Yu is okay, but there’s no need to apologize to Si Fuqing.]

[Not to be rude, but these days, a celebrity’s lawyer’s letter is just for show. If you’re serious, go to the police, then it’s credible.]

[The last one who sent a lawyer’s letter accusing a netizen of spreading rumors was proven right a few days later; I’ve stopped believing in lawyer’s letters.]

[Speaking of which, Tianle Media doesn’t even care about Si Fuqing.. She doesn’t even have a lawyer, how can she send a lawyer’s letter?]