Translator: _Min_
Si Fuqing gazed at the gun in her hand. “Must be worth a lot, right?”
She had a fondness for collecting various weapons and had even dedicated a room next to her laboratory for this purpose.
She could tell at a glance whether it was a good gun.
“It’s alright,” Yu Xiheng replied nonchalantly, “One hundred million.”
Si Fuqing said, “…I don’t want it anymore.”
Yu Xiheng, resting his chin on his hand, looked at her, his eyebrows slightly raised, “I won’t deduct it from your salary. You should know from history that military power is always paramount.”
“But I don’t want to work anymore,” Si Fuqing sighed. “I just want to lie down and be served.”
She wondered how she ended up with such a costly burden!
Fine, it’s a pixiu I’ve picked up, I’ll raise it even it means kneeling.
Yu Xiheng’s brows lifted slightly, “It seems you really want to be an empress dowager.”
“Of course,” Si Fuqing blinked her fox-like eyes. “An empress dowager is a winner in life — promotion, wealth, and the demise of a husband, the three great joys of life!”
Yu Xiheng paused for a moment, then smiled, “That’s a new perspective I’ve heard.”
“But the empress dowager has to engage in palace intrigues, even more tiring,” Si Fuqing leaned back in her chair. “I’d better just be a salted fish.”
“Alright,” he sighed softly, inaudible, then he spoke with a comforting tone in his voice, “After the banquet tomorrow, go to the bank and withdraw a box of gold bricks. It’s your recent treatment fee.”
Yu Xiheng knew well that only when severely injured did the pixiu urgently need gold bricks to recover.
But once well- tended, a pixiu was a tremendous asset to its master, attracting wealth and fortune and enhancing luck.
Pixius were rare, and there was only one in the entire world. It needed to be well cared for.
“Ah, right,” Si Fuqing suddenly sprang up. “Boss, I have something for you.”
She took out a box from her bag and handed it over.
Inside was a white jade ring.
She had it crafted today by a jeweler in the ancient street, using one of the ancient jades obtained from the Pei family.
Yu Xiheng’s hand paused, then he looked up.
His phoenix eyes were deep and captivating, like night blooming flowers in the depths of his eyes, mesmerizing and alluring.
Si Fuqing propped her chin, “Boss, since you’re a man, I thought you wouldn’t wear a necklace, so I made a ring.”
Yu Xiheng’s fingers caressed the jade ring, his voice emotionless, calm and serene, “Do you know what it means for a woman to give a man a ring in the Great Xia Dynasty?”
Si Fuqing was honest this time: “I don’t know. I haven’t finished reading ‘The
Chronicles of the Emperor Yin’. History books require careful reading.”
“You could read more,” Yu Xiheng smiled slightly and nodded. “I heard from Feng San that you’ve been playing games?”
“I don’t play!” Si Fuqing was very decisive. “I’m a working elite, how could I possibly play games? I’ve already quit.”
Yu Xiheng paused, “It’s okay to relax at times.”
“I still won’t play,” Si Fuqing blatantly lied. “I don’t like games at all, they’re too violent. ”
“That’s fine. There are many deceptions in games. As a girl, don’t get tricked,” Yu Xiheng didn’t press further. “Call Feng San, let’s go back.”
Meanwhile, the dinner of D6 and Starry Star Girls ended, and Cen Xiaosi returned to the hotel.
“It looks like Si Fuqing won’t come back,” a girl glanced around. “Does she have a place to stay here?”
“How could she?” Cen Xiaosi scoffed. “She can’t even afford a toilet.’
MO City, located at the center of the Great Xia Empire, was an important transportation hub.
Though not as developed as Sijiu City, it was still an international metropolis with sky-high real estate prices, especially near the ancient artifacts street where even ordinary houses cost over one hundred twenty thousand per square meter, let alone luxury villas.
“Jiang Changning hasn’t come back either,” Cen Xiaosi’s eyes flickered. “Let’s go into their room.”
The girl hesitated, “Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”
“What could two poor wretches possibly have in their room?” Cen Xiaosi was dismissive. “I’ll ask the hotel for a room card.”
Easily obtaining a room card as a fellow group member, Cen Xiaosi entered Si Fuqing and Jiang Changning’s room.
The room was indeed sparse but tidy, with only a few bottles and jars of skincare products on the bedside table