After everything was taken away from her, she returned as a god

The man's gaze was steady and powerful, as vast as the sea.

A faint smile appeared, as if the clouds had parted and the moon had emerged, the wind and snow had finally ceased, and in an instant, the sky was filled with radiant light.

With an already strikingly handsome appearance, this smile alone was enough to capture the hearts and souls of those who saw it.

Si Fuqing was momentarily captivated by those eyes. After a brief pause, a blink followed before asking, "Boss, you also know this history?"

Yu Xiheng's tone remained bland, without discernible emotion. "I've read a few history books. They're quite interesting."

"Alright then, I haven't finished reading yet." Si Fuqing rested a hand on the chin. "Once I'm done, I'll ask for your guidance."

Yu Xiheng neither nodded nor shook his head, merely sipping tea quietly.

Fingers tapped lightly on the table, dark eyes deep in thought.

How could there be no understanding? That was an era personally experienced.

Every inch of these mountains and rivers had once been places where footsteps landed, where the gaze stretched into the distance.

Yet time and space had shifted.

Even with all the meticulous wisdom of Emperor Yin, there had never been an expectation of awakening 1,500 years after death, reborn in a completely different era.

It was like a dream.

But Yu Xiheng knew this was real.

The Daxia of 1,500 years later was now within sight.

Perhaps the heavens had heard the final wish before death, taken pity, and granted another chance at life.

To Yu Xiheng, the records in history books weren't just words carved in ink—they were proof of existence.

Observing how future generations judged was rather amusing.

Many biographies and tales had been read—some filled with praise, others laced with sarcasm.

But once a person dies, everything becomes mere dust of the past.

Those who praised, those who criticized—none of it mattered anymore.

Victory brought joy, but even defeat carried a certain satisfaction.

Life had always been lived on personal terms.

Yet, never had it been expected that a young woman could utter such words.

It brought back a memory.

Now, Daxia was thriving with advanced technology and prosperity.

There were no regrets.

Si Fuqing, having eaten to full satisfaction, lazily leaned back in the chair. "I want to become a little chubby, so I can pat my belly whenever I want."

Feng San, clearing the dishes, wore a sullen expression.

Having long been accustomed to hearing Si Fuqing's nonsensical remarks, there was no reaction.

At that moment, Yu Xiheng's gaze landed, and a question was finally asked. "Where do you live?"

"Ah?" Si Fuqing tilted a head before reporting an address.

Yu Xiheng nodded before looking toward Feng San.

Feng San immediately understood. "I'll escort Miss Si back."

At the same time, something felt off.

Ninth Brother's attitude toward Miss Si had grown slightly more lenient.

Si Fuqing slung a bag over a shoulder, fox-like eyes blinking. "Boss, if I perform well, can we sign a long-term contract?"

Yu Xiheng recalled the fierce display in the car earlier, as well as the bold words spoken, and a faint smile curved. "That depends on your performance."

Satisfied, Si Fuqing made a heart shape with hands, grinning. "Boss, I love you! I'm going to change clothes first."

One deal closed, time to move on to the next target.

After all, there were many skills to rely on—if nothing else worked, setting up a street stall could always be an option.

A little genius, indeed.

With a skip and a jump, Si Fuqing ran off.

Yu Xiheng suddenly asked, "Does it resemble?"

Feng San's expression froze. "Brother Jiu, what do you mean?"

Instantly, thoughts searched through major organizations, scanning for suspicious targets. Which agent or assassin bore resemblance to Si Fuqing?

Though some sentiment had developed toward Si Fuqing, there was always readiness to eliminate threats if necessary.

Yu Xiheng's response was calm. "A color-changing fox."

Feng San: "???"

What?

—

After changing clothes, Si Fuqing stepped out to find Feng San already waiting with the car.

The vehicle was pure white, unmarked by any logo, with a sleek, understated design.

Yet the moment Si Fuqing entered, something felt different.

A hand casually rested against the window frame.

At least three concealed weapons were hidden in the vehicle—along with other intricate mechanisms.

Any hijacker would lose their life in an instant.

Not to mention, the exterior shell was unnaturally durable, clearly forged from special materials.

This boss… certainly had an extraordinary background.

Si Fuqing refrained from asking whether Feng San was associated with the Mohist School in Zhongzhou.

The Mo family's legacy spanned a thousand years—an untouchable realm for ordinary people.

Noticing the scrutinizing gaze, Feng San asked, "Miss Si, do you like this car?"

"It's alright." Si Fuqing rested a chin on a hand. "Could still be improved."

Feng San's competitive spirit flared. "How so?"

This car was a masterpiece of the Mo family, auctioned in Zhongzhou for a billion yuan.

Si Fuqing snapped fingers, pointing at a plane soaring in the sky. "See that Daxia 750?"

Feng San looked up, momentarily stunned. "How did you know it's a 750?"

"It's simple. Lincheng International Airport only operates two models: the 750 and the 349. That plane is flying east, meaning it's headed for Donglinghai—so it must be a 750."

Feng San nodded in realization.

Si Fuqing tilted a head. "Give me three days, and I can make that plane reach the Principality of Muston at a speed of 6,000 kilometers per hour."

The Principality of Muston was situated at the heart of the Western Continent—over 10,000 kilometers from Daxia's borders.

Feng San's mouth twitched.

How was it possible to take every single word from Miss Si as absolute truth?

A speed of 6,000 km/h—that would be an experimental rocket aircraft, the culmination of decades of research.

"When I have money, I'm buying a car." Si Fuqing spoke lazily. "You drive too slow. It's boring."

"…"

After delivering Si Fuqing back to the small apartment, Feng San nearly fled.

Si Fuqing shrugged. "Young people these days can't handle much."

Closing the door, a leap onto the soft bed followed, rolling around contentedly.

With a salary advance of 100,000 yuan from Yu Xiheng, orders for several boxes of electronic components and snacks had already been placed online.

Having money truly felt good.

After resting a while, it was time to cut open the freshly bought honeydew melon.

Settling at the computer desk, a notebook was flipped open.

Half a day later, Si Fuqing's name still trended online—Weibo's war of words had reached its peak.

Such low-tier fan quarrels lasting this long… truly impressive.

Biting into the melon, Si Fuqing observed the heated exchanges with amusement.

[Tianle Media hasn't spoken up, so it must be true. Otherwise, they would've denied it by now.]

[Si Fuqing, get out of *Youth Boy*! Just leave!]

[Even Meng Ge remains silent. With his gentle personality, how could he not respond?]

[Can the production team clarify if Si Fuqing really harassed Meng Ge?]

[Si Fuqing, you're truly awful.]

Si Fuqing took a sip of water and leisurely typed a new Weibo post.

A single word.

[@司扶倾V: Climb.]

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Good morning~~

From the start, you all wanted Qingqing to meet Emperor Yin. If they did, Qingqing would probably grab Yaoyao's hand and say, *Let's go, ignore the grumpy man. I'm the cutest here!*

A world where only the male lead suffers has arrived!

P.S. "Victory is certainly a joy, but defeat is also a joy" is from Su Shi's *Watching Chess.*

(End of Chapter)