Chapter 686: Si Fuqing: Are You Courting Death? Fine, I Accept (2)

Translator: _Min_

Jiang Changning looked bewildered. “I made it for Sisi. He’s Si Si’s younger brother. I felt sorry for him the other day, so I just gave it to him.”

Jiang’s mother was speechless.

She wondered which parent the siblings had inherited their emotional intelligence from.

Whether she would ever get to hold her grandchildren remained an uncertainty that troubled her deeply.

It seemed she would have to intervene herself.

The next morning, Sang Yanqing arrived early with a stylist in tow.

She found Si Fuqing’s own assistant remarkably competent, especially in makeup skills—truly top-notch.

Sometimes, though, the assistant was nowhere to be found.

Nonetheless, Sang Yanqing could accept this; such multifunctional assistants were rare.

Importantly, Si Fuqing seemed to really listen to her assistant.

“Quick, quick, quick, we need to get to Mo City today,” Sang Yanqing checked the time. “After the roadshow, we’ll announce the premiere date.”

Simultaneous domestic and international releases were something only Si Fuqing could pull off.

Si Fuqing let Yuejian pull her up and seat her in front of the makeup mirror.

Sang Yanqing took a phone call on the side.

“Yes, I know,” she smiled, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Our Qingqing’s career path is different from your artists. You mean our interview video? I wasn’t targeting anyone, just praising our artist’s strong variety sense.”

Within minutes, Yuejian had completed Si Fuqing’s makeup.

Si Fuqing stretched lazily. “Who was that, Sister Sang?”

“The Tong Luoyun team,” Sang Yanqing replied indifferently. “They apologized, saying the video was deliberately leaked by a junior artist in their company to provoke a dispute between us. They’ve identified her, and she’s already apologized to you on Weibo.”

Si Fuqing drawled, “But it was her who spoke those words.”

“So they still want to play palace intrigues with me,” Sang Yanqing scoffed. “Let’s see who’s unlucky when both TV dramas premiere.”

She then checked the upcoming schedules. “Since ‘Crossing the Demon Realm’ will be broadcast on Starlight TV, I’ve booked you for the Starlight New Year’s concert. A few male artists wanted to invite you to walk the red carpet with them, but I know you’re not interested, so I’ve declined for you.”

“Don’t, Sister Sang,” Si Fuqing perked up. “Auction off my male companion spot; I think we can make a good sum from it.”

Walking a red carpet and singing a song—what an easy way to make money!

“… Are you serious?” Sang Yanqing asked.

“Of course,” Si Fuqing said nonchalantly. “And next time I’m trending, we can rent out the trending spot as an advertising space—another way to make money.”

Sang Yanqing was speechless.

What level of money-mindedness was this?

How could she even think of such methods.

“I’ll have to consult Mr. Yu on this,” Sang Yanqing said diplomatically. “Some money, after all, can only be earned from one person.”

Si Fuqing put on her coat. “That won’t do; it would make the boss go bald.”

Sang Yanqing, still on the phone, thought to herself.

If you can make him go bald, you’re indeed impressive.At half-past eleven at night in An City, Jing Zhou and Jiang Changfeng went out to buy food for the other team members.

The Five State team now comprised seven people, with Jing Zhou and Jiang Changfeng as the pillars in terms of skill.

“Brother Jiang, did you meet Miss Si in person?” Jing Zhou asked. “Did she surprise you when you first met?”

Jiang Changfeng was indeed akin to the gaming god Lightning in style.

But he was exceptionally handsome, his presence also strong.

He outshone many young idols in the entertainment industry.

But Si Fuqing was nothing like NINE the God; he still felt quite surreal about it.

“I was shocked,” Jiang Changfeng pinched his brow. “I’ve never been calm since meeting her.”

“Miss Si is truly formidable,” Jing Zhou laughed. “A superstar so popular and yet the top player in the whole server in the game.”

Jiang Changfeng’s face remained stoic.

The truly formidable aspects of her identity weren’t even these.

After buying the food, they headed back to the training base.

At a crossroads, Jiang Changfeng suddenly grabbed Jing Zhou’s shoulder: “Watch out!”

Startled, Jing Zhou felt himself pulled by Jiang Changfeng to a spot five meters away in the next second.

The spot where they had just been standing was smashed into by a large truck, bending a utility pole with a loud crash.

Cold sweat broke out on Jing Zhou’s back. “Brother Jiang…”

If Jiang Changfeng hadn’t pulled him away, he would likely be dead or severely injured.

The crossroads were deserted at this hour, an ideal place to destroy evidence.

Jing Zhou tightened his grip, “Brother Jiang, we should hurry.”

“No, wait.” Jiang Changfeng tapped a few times on his phone, shutting down the nearby surveillance.

He then approached and removed the door of the truck.

Inside sat four bodyguards in black, the driver unconscious.

The other awake bodyguards, seeing him, immediately turned hostile, unbuckling their seat belts and pulling out stun batons.

The lead bodyguard sneered, “Boy, you dodge fast and even dare to come to us. Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

He raised his stun baton, striking directly at Jiang Changfeng’s shoulder.

Jiang Changfeng did not move.

The moment the baton touched him, it began to melt.

The bodyguard hadn’t even reacted before the entire stun baton had melted away.

Then he felt an unprecedented pain.

He looked at his hand in disbelief as his flesh and bones also began to melt.

“AHHHHHHHH!!,” his eyes widened as he frantically beat his arm, unable to stop its disintegration.

The remaining two bodyguards were stunned.

They immediately dropped their batons, attempting to flee the vehicle.

Before they could escape, Jiang Changfeng knocked them out with a single kick each.

The area was silent, Jing Zhou, having witnessed the entire scene, struggled to speak, “Brother-Brother Jiang…”

“Don’t be afraid, there will be more of these situations,” Jiang Changfeng, with absolute calmness in his tone. “Keep this, it might be useful. I’ll get someone professional to clean this up.”

He sent a message to Shang Lu and handed Jing State a sachet.

Jing Zhou, still in shock, without asking a question, took a phone call.

Just hearing a sentence, his expression drastically changed, “Something’s happened to Jinlin; let’s go!”

Ji Boyan’s main targets were Jing Zhou and Jiang Changfeng, hence the heavier deployment of his men there.

The other team members were not the focus.

However, Ji Boyan’s men were cunning and ruthless, sending Jinlin and others to the hospital.

The hospital had issued certificates; their hands had sustained varying degrees of injury, the lightest being a fracture, making it impossible for them to compete anytime soon.

“This is bad,” Jing Zhou inhaled deeply. “It’s just the two of us left, and even with Miss Si, we can’t compete tomorrow.”

Jiang Changfeng’s eyes narrowed.

He stood up, planning to return to Southern State for a while.

There were some herbs he hadn’t brought with him, still growing in the fields at home.

As he approached the door, it was pushed open from the outside.

Jing Zhou was surprised, “Miss Si? How come you’re back today?”

Si Fuqing wiped the sweat from her forehead, her voice calm, “Who did this?”

“Who else but the Ji family,” Yi Jinlin was somewhat relieved. “It’s good that the captain is safe. Anyway, my gaming skills are just mediocre; I can only compete in the selection tournaments. The finals would still depend on you and Miss Si.”

“I’m used to getting hurt since I was a kid. It’s just a minor injury. If it comes to it, I’ll just quit professional competitions.”

Jing Zhou pursed his lips, “Their main targets were still me and Brother Jiang. Thankfully, Brother Jiang saved me, or I might be lying in a hospital bed right now, or worse.”

He stared at the sachet in his hand, again lost in thought.

What exactly did Jiang Changfeng’s family do?

Si Fuqing nodded, slowly, she said, “The Ji family.”

Her luck had been tied to Ji Qingwei, meant to be kept as a vessel.

Others seeking trouble?

Courting death.

Fine, I accept.