After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 1021: Two More Trump Cards! Someone Interested In Qingqing (1)

Chapter 1021: Two More Trump Cards! Someone Interested In Qingqing (1)

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The door opened, and two tall and elegant figures entered one after the other.

It was none other than MO Yanwen and JIANG Shuihan.

Undeniably, both of them possessed extraordinary charisma and appearances.

Remarkably, they perfectly matched the historical figures of MO Yanfeng and JIANG Xuanjin.

Although no one had ever seen these two historical figures, at that moment, everyone felt as if MO Yanfeng and JIANG Xuanjin had come back to life.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

“Greetings, everyone,” MO Yanwen stepped forward, nodding and smiling at Si Fuqing specifically, “Miss Si.”

Si Fuqing held a significant position in the Mo family, not inferior to Yu Xiheng, especially after she deciphered the Mechanism City of the MO family, greatly enhancing their strength.

MO Yanwen had also managed to solve numerous mechanisms left by MO Yanfeng.

JIANG Shuihan also greeted Si Fuqing.

Director Lu stared at JIANG Shuihan for a moment, then suddenly started trembling, “Wait, aren’t you… aren’t you that… that person!”

He stammered for a long time, unable to finish a sentence.

The screenwriter suddenly realized, exclaiming, “You’re from the Thousand Army Alliance…”

“Indeed, I am,” JIANG Shuihan replied gently, “The alliance leader granted me leave to assist Miss Si.”

The Thousand Army Alliance had been in the news for their rescue efforts during the storm and earthquake in Shan City, with JIANG Shuihan representing Xiao Wenjian and Mu Qingmeng on camera.

At that time, the reporters had introduced him as the only surviving descendant of the JIANG family.

With the screenwriter’s reminder, everyone else also remembered.

Si Fuqing had actually invited a descendant of the JIANG family?!

Director Lu trembled even more, looking at MO Yanwen with fear, “Then you are—”

“It’s an honor to assist Miss Si,” MO Yanwen smiled, “I am MO.”

This surname was like a stone causing ripples in the water, and before Director Lu could say anything, JIANG Shuihan smiled and said, “Brother MO is the current head of the MO family. If anyone wants to see a demonstration of hidden weapons, you can ask Brother MO.”

“!”

The room fell into a dead silence.

The descendant of the JIANG family and the head of the MO family!

These were people they would never normally have contact with!

And Si Fuqing had invited both of them!

MO Yishan clutched his chest, finding it hard to breathe.

Every time he thought his heart could bear more, Si Fuqing would bring out two more trump cards, determined to overwhelm him.

Director Lu staggered back a few steps and collapsed into a chair.

“Are you okay, Director Lu?” Sang Yanqing asked with concern, “If you’re feeling unwell, you should take the medicine that Qingqing gave you—”

Before she could finish, Director Lu had already taken out the bottle and swallowed a pill.

After the pill took effect, Director Lu’s face was still flushed.

This was incredible!

He had been worried about how to shoot the hidden weapon scenes, but with the current head of the MO family present, who needed a martial arts instructor?

Everything could be done for real!

The MO family’s heritage undoubtedly included many unpublished historical materials, and he needed to add more scenes for the MO family!

Director Lu hugged the assistant director excitedly and began to dance.

The screenwriter, a young woman, couldn’t contain her excitement either and took out paper and pen for autographs.

Others seized the opportunity to chat with MO Yanwen and JIANG Shuihan.

After greeting Director Lu, Si Fuqing left the director’s room and took a car to the border area again.

The border area was not far from the film crew, only an hour’s drive.

Yu Xiheng knew she was coming and prepared hot tea for her.

“Brother Nine, can I leave my game pod here?” Si Fuqing’s eyes sparkled, “Sometimes I get inspiration for acting from games.”

He could never resist her looking at him like that, “Sure, I’ll have someone move it.”

At that moment, there was a knock on the wooden door, followed by a cheerful voice, “Brother Nine, I smelled tea. Can I have a cup?”

Yu Xiheng rested his head on his hand, his expression indifferent, “Your nose is quite sharp.”

Despite his words, he took out another teacup.

Si Fuqing turned her head.

It was a young man in uniform, looking less than twenty, his nose red from the cold wind, but he exuded the youthful vigor and arrogance of a teenager.

“Brother Nine! Is this Miss Si?” The young man’s eyes lit up when he saw her, “Miss Si, hello, I’m Brother Nine’s subordinate. Nice to meet you.”

Because of Shan City’s rescue incident, they had already heard about Si Fuqing before meeting her.

“Hello.” Si Fuqing shook his hand, “You’ve been here for a long time, haven’t you?”

“I came here when I was sixteen, almost four years ago. It was hard to get used to at first,” the young man said, downing the tea in one gulp, “Brother Nine saved me, so I’m sticking with him.”

“Don’t let us keep you.” The young man waved, “I just came to get some tea. If I stay longer, I’ll get beaten.”

Si Fuqing watched him leave, then turned her gaze to Yu Xiheng, not moving.

He suddenly looked back.

Their eyes met, and it seemed like something was gently stirred at the point of connection.

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow and smiled, “What is it?”

Si Fuqing rested her chin on her hand, “You treat your subordinates very well. They all like you.”

“To know the sufferings of the people, one must experience them firsthand,” Yu Xiheng replied calmly, “I’m just human, no different from anyone else.”

Hearing this, Si Fuqing’s eyes deepened, with a hint of contemplation.

He asked, “Do you need to go back to the film crew in the afternoon?”

“Yes.” Si Fuqing kept her eyes on him, “I’ll come over tonight.”

“Okay.” Yu Xiheng smiled, “I’ll come to pick you up.”

**

At five in the afternoon, the day’s filming wrapped up, and Director Lu arranged the schedule for the next day’s shooting.

Having no scenes, Si Fuqing had been free these past few days, helping the actors with their performances.

“This is your schedule for next year,” Sang Yanqing handed her a plan, “We still need to do variety shows. You’re very good at them. The second season of ‘The Treasure of Great Xia’ starts filming next year. We’ll be working with Director Qin’s team again. I think you’ll like this show.”

Si Fuqing took the brief introduction of ‘The Treasure of Great Xia.’

‘The Treasure of Great Xia’ had twelve episodes in total, with each episode featuring a conversation with a historical figure. The show would invite veteran actors to portray these historical figures.

As a regular host, she would be responsible for conversing with these historical figures.

This required solid dialogue skills and acting prowess.

Among young actors, only Si Fuqing could handle such a task.

After reading the synopsis for this season’s twelve historical figures, Si Fuqing felt a bit regretful, “There’s no Emperor Yin.”

Sang Yanqing shook her head, “Who do you think could play Emperor Yin?”

Si Fuqing stroked her chin, “I think my big sponsor could do it!”

Sang Yanqing: “…”

That actually seemed fitting.

“Alright, we’ll take this variety show.” Si Fuqing was eager, “All these historical figures appeared after Emperor Yin. I might be able to meet them.”

Sang Yanqing quickly adjusted, “Sure, look forward to your spirit medium skills. Have you decided who you want to meet?”

“Poet Wen Changyi, I think,” Si Fuqing calculated, “He was around during the Xia Calendar Year of 700s, and many of his poems are lost.”

Sang Yanqing: “If you find his lost poems, high school students might hate you.”

Mo Yishan and several supporting actors exchanged glances.

Look at that, spirit medium skills were just accepted like that.

It seemed their acceptance levels were too low. They needed to learn from Sang Yanqing, the top agent of Great Xia.

**

Two days later, Ye Junci and Ye Zhenmian said their goodbyes and set off for the Ye family.

Butler Ye had returned a day earlier, informing Ye Yuzhen and the old madam of everything that had happened over the past half month, embellishing the injustices he had faced.

“Miss Yuzhen, Miss Junci must be deluded,” Butler Ye whispered, “You must be vigilant.”

“What’s to fear?” Ye Yuzhen said dismissively, “Even though she’s Class-A, her bloodline is unstable. Sometimes she’s not even as strong as me. The sedatives are with the old madam. What can she do?”

Unless Ye Junci wanted to die.

Butler Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

With Ye Yuzhen backing him, he felt confident again.

In the afternoon, Ye Junci returned with Ye Luwen.

Ye Yuzhen greeted her with a smile, “Sister, you’re back. Just in time, the old madam is looking for you.”

Ye Junci glanced at her, said nothing, and entered the prayer room.

The old madam sat on a chair, “You’re back.”

Ye Junci responded coldly, showing no expression.

“Junci, not just anyone can join our Ye family. Of course, Zhenmian is one of us, and she must return,” the old madam said, turning the prayer beads in her hand, “Her husband and son can stay too, but that niece of hers, who has no blood relation to us, if she wants to stay, must agree to two conditions.”

Ye Junci frowned, “What conditions?”

“First, she must marry into the Shen family to ease relations between our families. I’ve sent her photo to the Shen family, and they don’t mind that she’s an ordinary person,” the old madam said, “Second, once she joins the Shen family, she can no longer show her face in public. You must tell her that she has to quit the entertainment industry.”

“The Shen family’s rating is near B. They won’t lack money. The entertainment industry is too messy, and the Shen family doesn’t want her involved in scandals with other men.”

Apart from her looks, Si Fuqing had no other advantages.

If she didn’t marry early and stay home to raise a family, what else could she do?