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Chapter 96 - 96: Si Fuqing: Are You Even Worthy? (2)

But ifshe’d thrown a punch, killing someone wouldn’t be out of the question.

Before he could even calm his racing heart, it soared again.

Yu Yao was showered in fragments from the shattered door frame.

“Wasting my time,” Si Fuqing muttered, discarding the scattered pieces in her hand and wiping her palms. “From now on, no visitors during work hours.”

“As for this talk of a plastic surgery template—what a joke. Are you even worthy?” she added.

Yu Yao’s lips tightened, his jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened.

He was clearly on the brink of exploding, but his upbringing allowed him to rein himself in.

Before Si Fuqing could turn around, her phone rang, piercing the silence.

Yu Yao watched as her eyebrows lifted and a few dots of a smile appeared on her lips.

Her previously intimidating aura gradually softened, contrasting sharply with her earlier demeanor.

His heart skipped a beat, leaving him with a slightly suffocating sensation.

“Hello, boss,” Si Fuqing said, leaning against the wall with one leg bent. “1 get off work at 10, no need to pick me up. I’m not a child.”

“Don’t worry, no one in this world can bully me. If anyone tries, I’ll make them kneel and call me ‘Daddy.”‘

On the other end of the line, Yu Xiheng was silent for a moment before replying with a faint smile, “That’s good to hear. Your salary will be settled tomorrow, all in gold bars.”

Si Fuqing’s eyes sparkled. “Boss, I love you the most! You’re wise and magnificent, like an immortal descended to Earth. There can’t be anyone as perfect as you in this world!”

Yu Xiheng’s tone lifted, “Keep talking and I’ll deduct your bonus.”

Si Fuqing:

The damned, heartless capitalist.

He had her by the throat.

“You have a costume fitting tomorrow afternoon. Feng San will pick you up on the way,” Yu Xiheng continued. “Need anything?” “Coke” Si Fuqing blurted out immediately. “I want coke!” “Drink less, it’s not good for you.”

“I detox fast, so it won’t matter. Only coke can make me happy.”

“Alright.”

Si Fuqing held her phone, thinking how wonderful her boss was, though sometimes he spoke too much like an elder.

But the thought that those gold bars would probably end up in the belly of some auspicious mythical beast soured her mood again.

Si Fuqing’s demeanor turned icy again as she pocketed her phone and descended the stairs.

The rooftop returned to its quiet state.

The staff member was quite curious about who could’ve been on the other end of the phone to lift Si Fuqing’s spirits so remarkably.

Of course, he dared not ask. Still, he couldn’t help but mentally critique her for her rapid change in demeanor—faster than a chameleon could change its colors.

Shaking his head, he prepared to contact the logistics team to repair the door.

When he looked up, he noticed Yu Yao still standing there. “Sir, Teacher Si has already left. Perhaps you should—I‘

Yu Yao clenched his fists tightly, then relaxed them after a few seconds.

Expressionless, he adjusted his suit and tie, brushed off the dust, and exited with a cold face.

The staff member also followed him downstairs, escorting him out of the training base.

“How odd, ” he muttered to himself, preparing to attend to his own tasks. He turned around and bumped into Lin Qingyan, who had just emerged.

“Hello, Teacher Lin,” greeted the staff member.

“Who was that just now?” Lin Qingyan adjusted her mask. “Aren’t outsiders prohibited from entering the training base? What was he here for?”

Snapping back to reality, the staff member quickly replied, “He’s the young master of the Yu family from Sijiu. He had some business with Teacher Si.”

Lin Qingyan’s expression subtly changed.

Sijiu!

The Yu family!

What could the young master of the Yu family want with Si Fuqing?

She forced a traceless smile, feigning nonchalance. “What business did he have with Teacher Si?”

“I’m not sure about the details,” the staff member shook his head. “He was accusing Miss Si of having plastic surgery. Honestly, it’s clear he lacks common sense. He was probably just stunned by her beauty and couldn’t bring himself to believe it.”

Lin Qingyan’s eyes flickered, her gaze turning murky.

She had considered spreading rumors about Si Fuqing’s supposed plastic surgery as early as yesterday.

But netizens had beaten her to it.

Bloggers specializing in plastic surgery had even posted evidence proving Si Fuqing’s features were natural.

While haters had criticized Si Fuqing as a ‘plastic beauty,’ they had no proof to back it up.

Now, as Si Fuqing’s follower count continued to rise, even someone from the esteemed Yu family of Sijiu had taken an interest in her.

Lin Qingyan was increasingly anxious.

If Si Fuqing managed to forge a connection with the Yu family, wouldn’t the entire entertainment industry end up playing second fiddle to her?