After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God Chapter 138 – The Chen Family Can Disappear (2)

Chapter 138: The Chen Family Can Disappear (2)

_Min

“I know.” Si Fuqing exhaled, stepping forward. “I didn’t get a chance to tell him.

Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just lost a few strands of hair.” Yu Tang, always optimistic, sounded sad as she mentioned her hair. “I’m going to be a bald beauty before even going to university.”

She recalled the time she was approached by professors from Xia University and noticed many bald heads, making her worry for her future.

Si Fuqing untied Yu Tang, her tone lightening. “What’s the big deal? Hair grows back. I’ll take a look at it for you later.”

She helped Yu Tang to her feet and inspected her from head to toe before completely relaxing.

“Hey, Qingqing, I’m fine.” Yu Tang stuttered. “But that sachet you gave me, it… it…”

Si Fuqing glanced at the fine ash on the floor and patted Yu Tang’s shoulder. “It’s alright. It served its purpose and has met its natural end. I’ll give you another one later.”

“Oh!” Yu Tang looked at her in awe. “Qingqing, your talisman really broke through dimensions! It caught fire! Even a Super Saiyan is not as awesome as you!”

Si Fuqing:

How should she explain to Yu Tang that being a Master of Yin-Yang was a serious profession?

This was merely a common technique.

“Let’s go back.” Si Fuqing patted her head and handed her the milk tea she had been carrying in her left hand. “Here’s your milk tea. Drink it while it’s warm.”

Holding the giant cup of milk tea, feeling its warmth, Yu Tang was thoroughly bewildered.

She might not be great at literature, but she understood certain allusions.

Was this the legendary ‘Warming the wine to kill Hua Xiong (1)’?

“You are Si Fuqing?” Mr. Liu was half astonished and half furious. “Do you know who I am? How did you get in? Are the people downstairs just useless?” No one had notified him that someone had broken in.

“It’s me,” Si Fuqing leaned down slightly, smiling. “You were looking for me, weren’t you? Aren’t you happy now that I’m here?”

Mr. Liu’s legs started to tremble. “You, you, you… I warn you, I have connections! You might know some self-defense, but let’s see if you can beat power!”

He regretted not hiring some bodyguards from the Great Xia Escort Agency.

His underlings were completely useless.

“Is that so?” Si Fuqing lifted her foot and stepped directly onto him, grinding slowly. “Who’s backing you? A duke from the Western Continent Dukedom, or the wealthiest man in the Free State, hmm?’

Mr. Liu let out a wretched scream, full of utter despair.

Yu Tang quickly covered her ears.

After this ordeal, terror was all that remained in Mr. Liu’s eyes. “What…what are you talking about?”

He had heard of the Western Continent Dukedom, but what was the Free State?

Si Fuqing pressed down harder with her foot. “I’m the one asking the questions.”

“Qingqing, it’s not just him. The Chen family also said you offended them and they want to hand you over.” Yu Tang rubbed her wrist indignantly. “I’ll tell Uncle Nine everything! This beast must have bullied many girls.”

“The Chen family,” Si Fuqing slowly smiled. “It seems their audacity is greater than I thought.”

“Snap!”

Si Fuqing tossed her phone in front of Mr. Liu, her expression indifferent.

“Make a call.”

Mr. Liu, his hand pinned under her foot, winced in pain. “What… what are you trying to do? Who should I call?!”

Si Fuqing lowered her head. “The Chen family. Call.”

With his other hand, Mr. Liu laboriously dialed Mrs. Chen’s number.

The call was picked up in a second.

“Hello, Mr. Liu. I’m so sorry; it seems we’ve sent the wrong person to you,” Mrs. Chen kept apologizing. “Rest assured, I’ll send Si Fuqing to you today. She’s a defiant little wretch, so you mustn’t go easy on her, or else she won’t obey.”

Nonsense!

She was so defiant that he was practically losing his life. Just as Mr. Liu was about to erupt, Si Fuqing spoke again: “Put it on speaker.”

His hand trembling, he activated the speakerphone.

“Mrs. Chen, I trust you’re well.”

The voice on the other end abruptly stopped.

“It seems the lesson I gave you last time wasn’t enough,” Si Fuqing chuckled softly. “If you want the Chen family to completely vanish from Lin City, I can oblige you.”

Mr. Liu felt his heart leap into his throat.

Make the Chen family disappear?

Is she mad?

Even the Zuo family wouldn’t dare utter such words. Who did Si Fuqing think she was?

“Si Fuqing, stop spouting nonsense!” Lady Chen paused for a moment before launching into a tirade. “You think that just because you’ve caught Mr. Liu’s attention, you can surpass the Chen family? You’re just a plaything, what are you so arrogant about?”

Mr. Liu was nearly in tears, “Can you please shut up for a minute?!”

Is she trying to get him killed?

Mrs. Chen was taken aback and confused, “Mr. Liu?”

Si Fuqing ended the call.

Then, lifting her foot, she stomped directly onto Mr. Liu’s back.

His vision darkened, and he fainted on the spot.

“Let’s go,” Si Fuqing said, pulling Yu Tang along. “I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat.”

Yu Tang let herself be led away.

She took a large gulp of milk tea to calm her nerves.

Outside, on the riverfront promenade.

Feng San attentively pushed a wheelchair while surveying the surroundings.

“Mr. Yu has extraordinary foresight, we’re nothing compared to him,” said a middle-aged man respectfully. ‘We’re honored that you would grace our humble place today.”

No matter how unimportant Yu Xiheng might be in the Yu family, he was still a

Yu—someone they needed to look up to.

Yu Xiheng said nothing.

Resting his chin on his hand, his gaze remained indifferent, as if nothing could capture his interest.

The middle-aged man felt somewhat displeased, but he had no choice but to continue following the man.

He didn’t understand how a disabled person could act so arrogantly.

Feng San had zero interest in business affairs; he continued to observe the surroundings.

Suddenly, he paused, alarmed, “Brother Nine, isn’t that Miss Si and Miss Yu Tang? What are they doing here? And why are they coming from that direction?”

Yu Xiheng finally moved.

He turned his head and looked over.

Despite the darkness of the night, his eyesight was sharp enough to discern the bloodstains on Si Fuqing’s body.

His eyes instantly darkened.

Feng San didn’t need further instructions; he accelerated the speed at which he was pushing the wheelchair.

The middle-aged man was puzzled, “Mr. Yu, what are you—”

Feng San had no time for him; he rushed forward as if he had grown wings under his feet.

“I’m so mad,” Yu Tang said, not noticing any of this as she held her phone, “I’m calling Uncle Nine right now.”

Just as Yu Tang had pressed one digit, a familiar voice sounded, “I’m here.”

Startled, she jumped, stuttering, “Uncle Nine, are you a teleporter?” How did he suddenly appear?

Yu Xiheng glanced at her, then his eyes settled on Si Fuqing.

“Oh, I’m not hurt,” Si Fuqing noted where his gaze had landed, looked at her own hand, and shrugged it off. “It’s someone else’s blood.”

Yu Xiheng hummed quietly, “Tissue.”

Still somewhat shocked, Feng San reflexively handed over some tissue paper.

Si Fuqing reached out to take it, but her wrist was grabbed instead.

Even through her clothes, she felt the icy touch emanating from him.

Yu Xiheng raised his hand, tissue in grip, and began to carefully wipe away the blood from her fingers.

His movements were light, yet graceful.

Unlike the man who claimed he couldn’t comfort people.

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And unlike the one who said she should treat herself and get back to work immediately.

For once, Si Fuqing was caught off guard.

After cleaning her hand, Yu Xiheng threw the bloodstained tissue into a trash bin.

His voice was as calm as ever, revealing neither happiness nor anger. In a slow, deliberate manner, he uttered three words, “Who was it?”

1.. A story from the Three Kingdoms that was roughly equivalent to killing someone while the wine remains warm, suggesting how fast everything happened