Chapter 437: Personally Clarifying, the Omnipotent Si Fuqing (2)

Translator: _Min

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Despite Si Fuqing’s lack of works at the moment, her commercial value had terrifyingly soared overnight.

It wasn’t long before other brands reached out to her, far beyond Daifei’s grasp.

In just a moment, Daifei’s latest pre-sale products saw a drop of thirty thousand in sales, with the backend flooded with returns.

Meng Xue’s fans couldn’t salvage the situation.

Daifei had signed Meng Xue, valuing her fans’ purchasing power, unaware such a turn of events would occur.

The most regrettable thing was that they had pushed away this opportunity themselves.

Nothing was more remorseful than losing something that could have been theirs.

The director who initially refused to sign Si Fuqing was directly fired by Daifei’s headquarters.

And the returns kept increasing on the sales backend.

This time, Daifei suffered a severe blow.

After posting the lottery Weibo, Si Fuqing no longer paid attention to online affairs.

That evening, she invited Nian Tingchu and Ye Zhenmian to dine in town.

Southern State, being coastal, was already hot in July.

Shang Lu thoughtfully bought chilled beverages.

Feng San pushed Yu Xiheng over, while Xi Jiang and Chen Ying went out to deliver food for extra cash.

This was Nian Tingchu’s first encounter with Yu Xiheng.

The man wore a dark gray suit, majestic and noble, his demeanor refined and elegant.

His features were exceptionally striking, yet overshadowed by his aura.

Under the twinkling lights, his handsome face seemed even more captivating, capable of turning the world upside down.

Nian Tingchu paused, “Qingqing, this is…”

“My surname is Yu.” Yu Xiheng extended his hand, smiling, “Uncle Nian, hello.”

“Yu, ” Nian Tingchu shook hands with him, his expression changing subtly, “The Yu family from Sijiu City?”

He had always disliked the wealthy families.

Chaotic and devoid of genuine familial bonds.

Moreover, many wealthy individuals liked to sponsor stars, leading to messy relationships. He wondered…

Nian Tingchu’s gaze shifted, the air growing tense.

Yu Xiheng remained unfazed, still smiling, “It’s unrelated.”

“Uncle, he’s my boss. He took me in when my house burned down,” Si Fuqing wrapped her arm around Ye Zhenmian’s, blinking, “He’s a good person. He even rescued me from a sea tornado.”

Diving into such deep waters, Yu Xiheng came for her.

She must work hard to repay him, earning more money.

Hearing this, Nian Tingchu’s expression softened, shaking hands with Yu Xiheng again, “I apologize, Mr. Yu, for my assumptions. Thank you so much; I don’t know how to repay you.”

Yu Xiheng replied, “We’re family, no need for formalities.”

Nian Tingchu felt something was off about that comment but couldn’t pinpoint it.

He nodded, “Mr. Yu, would you prefer alochol or tea?”

“I don’t drink,” said Yu Xiheng, “Just call me by my name.”

“Right, boss, you have a courtesy name!” Si Fuqing rested her chin in her hands, “Shiyan, right? Both your name and courtesy name sound nice.”

Yu Xiheng glanced at her, “Hmm.”

“Alright then,” Nian Tingchu agreed cheerfully, “I’ll call you Shiyan, Let’s drink tea. Too few young people appreciate tea these days.”

The two quickly engaged in conversation, finding much in common.

Feng San and Shang Lu went to the side to wrestle.

With the sea breeze blowing, the moment was serene and beautiful.

“Qingqing, since you’ll be here for a month for the show,” Ye Zhenmian hesitated before speaking, “our house is a bit small for four people. Your uncle and I thought about renting a place. What do you think?”

Ye Zhenmian wasn’t much interested in the entertainment industry but had heard about exorbitant celebrity fees.

There was news about a third-tier actor spending a thousand on a meal, making Ye Zhenmian lose all sense of money’s value.

She worried Si Fuqing might not be accustomed to their living standards.

“No need to rent,” Si Fuqing said earnestly, “I can sleep in the attic. Auntie, I’m easy to care for.”

“That won’t do,” Nian Tingchu, hearing this, disagreed, “You still have to film.

You must take care of yourself. If needed, let Yi’an sleep in the attic.”

“Let him stay in the dorm for now,” Ye Zhenmian considered, sighing, “Finding a suitable place is tough.”

An City, though not as developed as Lin City or Hai City, was still the capital of Northern State.

In a first-tier city, the price of housing had never seen a decline.

Ye Zhenmian made up her mind to look for another part-time job.

“Auntie, actually, I do have some money,” Si Fuqing said, her voice laced with earnestness. “Really, I can support us. These past years have treated me well, as you can see, I’m alive and kicking.”

Hearing these words, Ye Zhenmian paused, a sudden emotion swelling within her.

Her eyes reddening, she hurriedly stood up. “I need to go to the restroom,” she said, almost rushing.

On the ground, Little Bai opened its eyes and rubbed against Si Fuqing’s leg.

“Stop causing trouble.” Si Fuqing pressed down on the fluffy head of the mythical creature with one hand while counting her savings with the other.

“I’m just buying a house, it’s not like you’ll have less to eat.”

Tears welled up in Little Bai’s eyes as it watched its owner’s gold moving further away, its heart shattering into pieces.

It was no longer the sole adorable pet ofits master.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Having counted all her gold, Si Fuqing began to allocate it: some for buying a house for her uncle and aunt, some for a car, and some to buy a few pairs of good sports shoes for her younger brother…

She wondered what her brother, whom she had never met, would like.

It was the first time she had the experience of having a brother.

After a moment of thought, she decided to set aside a gold bar. “Boys should like electronic products, right? I’ll buy him a complete set.”

Little Bai gnawed at its paw.

It felt bitter jealousy.

Nian Tingchu became increasingly puzzled. “Qingqing, what are you muttering about?”

Si Fuqing remained calm and collected. “I’m talking to it,” she explained.

“Oh…” Nian Tingchu hesitated, wondering if she was under too much stress and had started talking to dogs.

But considering Si Fuqing’s age and her own thoughts, the elders shouldn’t interfere.

He then casually complimented, “This dog is quite cute.”

Yu Xiheng turned his head to look over.

Ignoring the longing gaze of the mythical creature, he ordered a milk tea for Si Fuqing and continued to chat with Nian Tingchu.

A few days later, the production team of “Survival 66 Days” began a new recording session.

After Qi Shuning’s incident was exposed, the director immediately instructed the editing team to cut all her footage, which wasn’t much.

With one guest missing, Si Fuqing casually brought along Jiang Changning.

Jiang Changning was the only one among them who could cook.

Her culinary skills were highly praised, warmly welcomed by the other guests and the production team alike.

“Wuwuwu, this is so delicious.” Ning Luoyao was moved to tears. “Ningning, no wonder Fuqing always says you’re her girlfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend too.”

Jiang Changning scoffed, “Don’t listen to her, she’s a player. You can’t trust a word she says.”

[LOL, Ningning is so blunt.]

[Si Fuqing: Is it wrong that I want to give everyone who likes me a home?] [Wife is never wrong! Wife’s face is the truth!]

[Promoting the new RM series Snow Rose, have you all bought it yet?]

“Changning, you’re amazing. I even checked Weibo,” Yuan Heping expressed his admiration. “As sisters, one is a spokesperson and the other a brand ambassador. Fuqing is known for saving people, but how did you get it, Changning? It’s okay if you don’t want to say, just asking.”

Shen Xiuwen shook her head, “You’re the one who always has too much to say.”

Yuan Heping smiled, “Being with young people makes me feel younger too.”*[Curious, how did Ningning get it?]

[I guess it’s because of her looks! If Ningning wasn’t so laid-back, she would have soared high by now.]

[Comparing her to a certain someone… well, those who know, know.]

While cutting fish, Jiang Changning looked up and poked Si Fuqing’s shoulder, “By the way, I never asked, how did you get it for me?”