The elder Mrs. Zuo shook her head.
Mrs. Zuo, ceasing her tears abruptly, stood up, "I know where it is. Your dad's phone book with VIP contacts is locked in his safe. I secretly took the safe earlier; they didn't take it."
"Mom, give the phone book," Zuo Xianyu requested calmly, "I'll contact those two Masters of Yin-Yang."
Mrs. Zuo, drying her tears, complied swiftly, flipping through the book hurriedly, "Is this it?"
The na "Fujisan" was written there.
The Fujisan family, the foremost Master of Yin-Yang lineage in Eastern Mulberry.
Zuo Xianyu's understanding of Masters of Yin-Yang was limited to what she'd read in books, considering them part of ancient legends.
After all, it had been a century since the JI family, once a powerful clan safeguarding the Eastern State, had been ntioned, and many had forgotten about this once-dominant household.
The current knowledge of Masters of Yin-Yang stemd from Eastern Mulberry's four major Master of Yin-Yang families.
Inputting the numbers one by one into her phone, Zuo Xianyu murmured, "So what if you took it back? I'll just take it again."
Her sweaty hands tightened as she pressed the call button, determined to reclaim her business acun.
**
The entire Shen family was bustling in preparation for the upcoming wedding.
Shen Xi, as the groom-to-be, was ironically the most relaxed among them.
Having so free ti today, he went to see Yu Xiheng.
"Ningsheng places great importance on this wedding banquet," Shen Xi said, placing a photo album on the table. "She even selected a few dresses specifically for Miss Si. Since you have good taste, take a look and see which one is better."
Yu Xiheng glanced at it briefly, comnting indifferently, "No need, it's already been taken care of."
"Right, with your attention to detail, how could you not prepare a dress for your subordinate?" Shen Xi nodded. "Then I won't worry about Miss Si's arrangents, since she's under your care."
Yu Xiheng sipped his tea slowly, his tone neither light nor heavy, "I'll handle it."
Shen Xi didn't find anything amiss; he was busy perusing the day's financial news.
The news reported a drastic fall in Zuo Corporation's stocks, hitting rock bottom following Zuo Tianfeng's arrest and the confiscation of his assets, dealing a massive blow to the corporation.
A once-powerful company on its last legs.
"It's disgusting to think that a family could traffic Miss Si and claim they adopted her," Shen Xi expressed his disdain. "What do you plan to do, Shiyan?"
"She's had her fun," Yu Xiheng said, his eyes lifting slightly, "It's my turn now."
His tone was calm, devoid of any fluctuations, betraying neither joy nor anger.
Yet, Shen Xi sensed a hint of cruelty in those words.
It seed a common misconception among those close to Yu Xiheng that he was a gentle and refined nobleman, rather than a sovereign wielding life and death.
The term 'brutal and tyrannical' was not an exaggeration when applied to him, yet it never seed inappropriate.
"Alright," Shen Xi agreed, "Just say the word, and I'll help however I can. As for the Yu family..."
The Yu family's disregard for Yu Xiheng, treating him as a disabled waste, was well-known throughout Sijiu City.
Even the elite circles of Sijiu City held him in low esteem.
But Shen Xi, along with his brother Shen Xingyun and their friend Lin Qingchen, had known Yu Xiheng since childhood. They would never look down on him just because of his disability.
Yu Xiheng suddenly turned his head.
A faint trace of amusent surfaced in the depths of his eyes, softening the intense darkness therein. It spread out, releasing a radiant glow, "I know."
"I'll be off then," Shen Xi stood up. "After the wedding banquet, Miss Si is heading to Northern State, right?"
"Yes," Yu Xiheng nodded, "She's going there to film and study. Her family is also there."
At that mont, a ssage popped up on his phone.
[Principal]: Mr. Yu, we've arrived. Should we go straight over?
[Yu Xiheng]: Go ahead.
The principal, following the address, arrived at Si Fuqing's temporary residence.
"Here?" The director of admissions pointed at a cabin in the forest. "Principal, Miss Si's place is quite hidden. We'd never find it without the map."
The principal responded, "Isn't it to keep away from fans like you who'd cling to celebrities for autographs on the street?"
The director of admissions said, "...Please don't make sound so creepy."
"Consider getting a hair transplant," the principal scoffed. "I feel sorry for your wife."
Silenced, the director of admissions rembered the principal's background in literature; his skill in verbal sparring had only sharpened with ti.
He followed the principal, touching his head.
anwhile, in the cabin, Si Fuqing was live-streaming as per Sang Yanqing's instructions.
Initially, Sang Yanqing had suggested dancing or singing, but Si Fuqing chose to live-stream her face-washing routine.
The studio announced this, and Sang Yanqing watched as #SiFuqingLiveStreamingHerFaceWashing entered the top ten of the entertainnt hot search.
Sang Yanqing: "..."
Alright.
With beauty cos privilege; wield it as you will.
She gave up caring.
Si Fuqing was indeed just live-streaming her face-washing routine.
But she took her endorsent seriously.
As the global ambassador for RM, she used an RM skincare set for the stream.
The comnts were full of praises like "My wife is so beautiful" and "My wife, look at ."
Amidst the stream, a blend of trolls and paid haters infiltrated the mix.
Sang Yanqing couldn't help but marvel at the live broadcast's popularity as he glanced at it.
Si Fuqing truly stood as the top favorite among the female idols in terms of popularity.
While other female idols needed to sing and dance, she rely had to wash her face.
"Co on, everyone, let's have a chat that doesn't cost a thing," Si Fuqing suggested, drying her face with a washcloth and presenting her bare face directly to the cara.
It was a daring angle, one no celebrity would typically dare to use.
[Amazing, truly flawless from every angle. How is this woman even real?!]
[It's as if Nuwa was showing off with this one creation alone in her lifeti.]
"What plans do you have coming up?" Si Fuqing read a question from the chat. "I'll be heading to Northern State to film, and I'll also make ti to study. I have exams to take, you know. I'm actually a low-key top student."
[Go for it, darling Fuqing!]
[Shooting 'Crossing the Demon Realm' and still finding ti to study? Sounds like a minor role, otherwise, with Director Tang's strictness, a major role couldn't possibly be juggling other tasks at the sa ti.]
[So, you're losing to Lin Wansu and ng Xue again, huh? Not to ntion Lin Wansu, the demon princess, ng Xue is also the fifth female lead.]
[Finally realized that your education is a weak spot, huh? Going to Northern State to film and study, I guess a lot of middle schools would be fighting over you, big star.]
[Any sensible middle school wouldn't want her. What, because she's a celebrity, she should get special treatnt? Don't corrupt our morals. She should get in on her own rit.]
"Where am I going?" Si Fuqing ignored the trolls, answering only the fans' questions. "Northern State No.1 Middle School, anyone here from there?"
This statent sent the live chat into a frenzy.
[ !]
[Holy, am I going to the sa school as my wife?]
[I'm not at Northern State No.1 Middle School but at the school next door! If my wife goes to Northern State No.1 Middle School, I'll sprint over right after school to see you!]
[Funny, Si Fuqing's fans have a higher education than she does. Just fans of her face, aren't ashad at all.]
[Northern State No.1 is among the top three middle schools in Great Xia. She's getting in? Does she even deserve it?]
At that mont, soone knocked on the door.
Si Fuqing turned her head.
Her profile was also exquisitely beautiful.
As she paused, many captured the mont, setting it as their phone's screensaver.
"Soone's here," Sang Yanqing stood up, "I'll get the door. You keep the livestream going."
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