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

The person standing in front was the interviewee with name tag number 29, a burly man.

He looked at Si Fuqing with some contempt. "Do you want to withdraw voluntarily, or do you want me to make you leave lying down?"

With so many bodyguards applying for the job, no one took a frail girl seriously.

The interview was an elimination round, with two candidates competing against each other, and only five positions available in the end.

Number 29 realized that his opponent was the only girl. On one hand, he was pleased because it saved him trouble, but on the other, he felt insulted.

If he couldn't even beat a little girl, how could he survive in the Daxia Escort Agency?

Si Fuqing tilted her head. "Let me ask you, did you kick my stool?"

"If I didn't kick your stool, would you even care about me?" Number 29 became impatient and sneered. "Choose quickly, so we can get this over with."

"That makes sense." Si Fuqing stood up. "But who told you to kick my stool?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly moved.

Her long, slender fingers clenched into a fist and struck Number 29's abdomen.

**Bang!**

A loud sound echoed, and Number 29 collapsed to the ground before he could even react.

The entire place fell silent.

Shen Xingjun's jaw dropped.

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, why did you fall down?" Si Fuqing looked down. "Didn't you say you'd make me lie down?"

Number 29 felt pain spread through his entire body. He couldn't believe he had been knocked down by a single punch.

Gritting his teeth, he roared in anger. "I just wanted to—"

However, just as he started to rise from the ground—

**Bang!**

Another loud thud. He was knocked down again.

"Why did you fall down again?" Si Fuqing bent slightly, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. "Are you deliberately not playing with me?"

Number 29 was so furious that he almost coughed up blood. His veins bulged, and he tried to stand up again.

But the pain was unbearable, rendering him completely immobile. His eyes widened, his body trembling.

"Forget it then." Si Fuqing's fox-like eyes curved as she spoke slowly. "I don't want to play with you either."

Number 29 felt a sudden sense of relief—until he saw the girl lazily shake her hand before landing one last punch on his abdomen.

**Bang!**

"I—I give up… Pfft!" Number 29 finally collapsed and lost consciousness.

Si Fuqing straightened up and asked, "Anyone else want to play?"

The remaining ruffians took a step back, breaking into cold sweats.

Are you kidding me? Knocking someone out with three punches—this is called "playing"?!

Yu Xiheng propped his head up, a hint of interest flickering in his gaze.

"Brother Jiu," Feng San frowned. "If she wins—"

Yu Xiheng took a sip of tea and spoke slowly, "If she wins, she will be my personal bodyguard."

Feng San's frown deepened, his gaze fixed on the big screen.

After that, no one dared to challenge Si Fuqing. She advanced all the way to the end.

Once all selections were made, Shen Xingjun finally snapped out of his daze and hurried downstairs.

Four ruffians stood together while Si Fuqing stood alone.

The contrast was stark.

"If nothing unexpected happens, you five will be selected," Shen Xingjun nodded. "Next, I'll go over some important details. Do you have any questions?"

Si Fuqing raised her hand like an eager student. "I have a question."

Shen Xingjun was curious. "Go ahead."

"You're hiring five bodyguards, right?" Si Fuqing asked confidently. "If I do the work of five people, can my salary be increased fivefold?"

Everyone: "…???"

Shen Xingjun was taken aback and choked on his words. "What?"

Before he could respond, Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow, smiled faintly, and spoke from the second floor. "That can be arranged."

Since he had spoken, Shen Xingjun no longer objected.

"Alright, then I'm enough." Si Fuqing glanced at the second floor, stretched lazily, and continued, "I'll prove that I can handle the work of five people."

She gestured toward the four ruffians. "Brothers, why don't you all come at me together and give me some face?"

The four ruffians: "…"

Three minutes later, all four of them were sprawled on the ground, completely defeated.

Feng San's expression finally shifted.

Having trained in martial arts since childhood, he could tell that Si Fuqing relied purely on technique rather than brute strength.

Her level of control was terrifying.

"Xingyun," Yu Xiheng set down his teacup and spoke again. "Let the others leave."

Shen Xingjun sighed, ordering his men to carry the four ruffians away. He then waved to Si Fuqing. "Come upstairs."

Si Fuqing wiped her hands clean and followed him.

In the study, the big screen was retracted, leaving the room silent. Feng San stood behind Yu Xiheng, his cold gaze fixed on Si Fuqing.

Si Fuqing glanced at him.

Why did this guy look at her like an enemy?

Was he afraid she'd take his job?

While Si Fuqing was mentally calculating how much money she could earn, Yu Xiheng's deep voice interrupted her thoughts. "Can you use a gun?"

Feng San immediately focused his attention.

"Hmm?" Si Fuqing raised her eyebrows. "No, I can't."

Feng San sighed in relief.

If she were skilled in close combat and also proficient with firearms, how would anyone else survive?

"Alright," Yu Xiheng acknowledged. "Come here."

Si Fuqing stepped forward. "What is it?"

Yu Xiheng's gaze swept over her before he nodded. "Prepare a few sets of casual clothes. Size S."

So he wanted to give her clothes?

Si Fuqing glanced down at her faded T-shirt and felt a pang of sadness.

She was really poor.

Feng San also felt a bit of sympathy.

By the time Si Fuqing had passed the interview, her personal information had already been delivered to Yu Xiheng.

He knew she had been adopted by Grandpa Zuo, and now that Grandpa Zuo was gone, she had no one to rely on.

"No!" Si Fuqing suddenly pointed at herself. "I need a size M. The buttons on a size S will pop off."

Feng San's expression stiffened.

Miss Si… Do you really say whatever comes to mind?

Yu Xiheng remained calm, as if he was used to this. "Change to size M."

Feng San thought to himself that he really needed to learn self-control from his ninth brother.

While waiting for the clothes, Si Fuqing casually sat down, ate an apple, and took out *The Biography of Emperor Yin*.

Yu Xiheng turned to chat with Shen Xingjun, and Si Fuqing paid no attention.

On the side, Feng San took out his phone and downloaded Weibo.

Since Yu Xiheng had hired Si Fuqing, he figured he should gather more information about her.

But before he could even type her name, Weibo's hot search directly pushed a trending topic to him.

Feng San frowned, pursed his lips, and turned his phone toward Si Fuqing. "Miss Si, is this you?"