Chapter 142 - 142: Si Fuqing is not Someone You Can Mess With(1)
Translator: _Min_
Mr. Liu’s eyes bulged even larger, his eyeballs tinged with a flush of red.
He stared fixedly at his phone screen, his mind crashing to a standstill. A buzzing sound filled his ears as if his blood were flowing backvvard through his veins.
The phone rang a few times before being promptly answered.
“Hello?” A deep voice came from the other end. “Is this Little Nine?”
Feng San could no longer contain himself and burst into laughter.
Yu Tang covered her ears and said loudly, “Uncle Nine, I didn’t hear anything.”
Her Uncle Nine was a man approaching his late twenties; how could her granduncle still call him that?
Si Fuqing cast an annoyed glance at Yu Xiheng.
Damn, why is her boss also stealing her name?
In her sect, she was ranked ninth, so her senior brothers and sisters called her by that number.
Fine, she wouldn’t hold it against him since he was her boss.
She and JI Xingzhi had already reached level 170, just ten levels away. When the time came, she would grind that white-robed bard down to level one!
Yu Xiheng remained indifferent. He responded simply, “Big Brother.”
“What happened?” Yu Qishan asked with concern. “Tangtang is with you, right? Or did she act up again and make you upset? I’ve told you, just send her back and I’ll discipline her properly.”
“She is no longer young, yet she’s always causing headaches,” he sighed.
“Me?” Yu Tang pointed at herself, her mouth agape, “Granduncle, you’re being unfair. I’m very obedient.”
“Hahaha!” Yu Qishan’s laughter was hearty. “You’re indeed there. If you’re obedient, then no one in the Yu family is disobedient. Weren’t you the one who jumped into a mud pit as a child? It was me who had to pull you out on my way back from work.”
Yu Tang:
She gripped Si Fuqing’s clothes, her eyes brimming with tears. “Qingqing, you believe me, right? I definitely wouldn’t be so stupid.”
Si Fuqing patted her head. “Yes, yes, I believe you.”
At this moment, Feng San spoke, “Mr. Qishan, we encountered a Mr. Liu in Lin who claims to know you. He asked us to contact you.” Mr. Liu panicked and started to struggle violently, “No, 1—”
Feng San pressed him down.
“Liu?” Yu Qishan frowned. “I don’t know any Liu in Lin. You know, our family has only one project in Lin, and didn’t you take it back?” Mr. Liu was horrified.
Of course, he knew what the Yu family’s project in Lin was.
The one that was in the hands of the Chen family.
But recently, for some unknown reason, that project had been taken back.
The Chen family was devastated and despite their many connections, they couldn’t persuade the Yu family to show mercy.
That project was taken back because…
“So it’s good that he doesn’t know you,” Yu Xiheng spoke in a languid tone, “I thought if he knew my big brother, perhaps he could be dealt with leniently.”
The word leniently seemed to carried the weight of an emperor in court, ordering his subordinates to bow in front of him.
Yu Qishan’s tone became gradually serious, ‘What exactly happened?”
Yu Xiheng lifted his eyes, signaling Feng San to hand the phone to Yu Tang.
Feng San snorted and threw Mr. Liu onto the bed, then passed the phone to Yu Tang.
Yu Tang went out to take the call, “Granduncle, let me tell you, if Qingqing hadn’t rushed in to save me yesterday, I would have been in grave danger!”
Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes and smiled.
The carefree type, she lived a rather cheerful life.
“You… you are…” Mr. Liu was filled with immense dread, ‘Who exactly are you?!”
She watched as Yu Xiheng, still seated in his wheelchair, received a pair of gloves from Feng San.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said calmly, pulling on the white gloves and gently pressing down on Mr. Liu’s shoulder, delivering his words with finality, “Yu
Xiheng.”
His tone was always restrained, even when facing the inconsequential.
Yet, his quiet power instilled an unparalleled sense of pressure.
“Yu, Yu, Yu…” Mr. Liu’s pupils dilated abruptly, his voice faltering, followed by a horrific scream, “Ah!!!”
His shoulder blade was shattered.
Si Fuqing’s eyes narrowed.
She could clearly see that Yu Xiheng had exerted force, yet his hand remained steady.
To reduce a man’s shoulder blade to fragments wasn’t a simple matter of twisting; it required an extreme level of control and an understanding of human anatomy.
Yu Xiheng’s face was unflappable, his voice barely audible, “This hand must have been put to use as well..”
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺