Chapter 700: The Two Seniors Executives Are Sitting in Front of You (2)

Translator: _Min_

Si Fuqing expressed her gratitude to the doctor, “Thank you, doctor, I’ll be leaving now.”

The attending doctor nodded, “Go ahead.”

Elsewhere, Ji Longtai was once again in a fury, “What do you mean? Are you robbers too? I’ve totally misjudged you. Wasn’t it promised to serve the global citizens?!”

Zero’s response wasn’t as aggressive as T18’s, but it infuriated Ji Longtai even more.

He hung up the phone and returned to the hospital room, only to find that Si Fuqing had disappeared again. “Where is she? How could you let the perpetrator leave?”

“Mr. Ji, it’s impossible that Miss Si is the culprit,” the doctor shook his head. “Even a strong man wouldn’t have the strength she’s accused of, let alone Miss Si, a delicate young lady. Moreover, at that time, Miss Si was still in Mo City.”

Ji Boyan, who had done countless wrongs under the prestige of the Ji family, might have offended some vicious criminal this time.

Ji Longtai knew it too but didn’t want to admit it.

He had lost ten million, not to mention that the main culprit was still at large.

Ji Longtai punched the wall, his gaze dark and menacing.

He would never trust Zero and T18 again, believing they had deliberately trapped him.

Yet, he had no way to get his money back.

He could only swallow this bitter pill.

Si Fuqing was a public figure; he had no evidence and couldn’t detain her without it.

Damn it.

Ji Longtai felt dizzy with anger.

Outside the hospital.

“I didn’t expect Zero to refuse as well. If the second senior brother knew that Zero had previously awarded you a pennant, he’d be furious,” Yuejian clicked her tongue. “You don’t know how much he wants to catch Zero’s chief.”

“He’s not the only one,” Si Fuqing replied as she twisted open a bottle of coke, raising an eyebrow. “Zero’s chief has tricked me twice; a pennant won’t smooth things over.”

“The show’s over, let’s go eat,” Yuejian jangled her car keys. “I haven’t fully enjoyed the delicacies of Sijiu yet.”

Si Fuqing joined her in the car.

The two ate and toured until eleven at night before returning to the hotel.

Si Fuqing sat in front of her computer, searching for information on Emperor Yin.

Records about Emperor Yin were abundant, and the mysteries surrounding him were numerous.

What caught her attention was Emperor Yin’s tomb, which remained undiscovered to this day.

Historians speculated that the JI family’s ancestors had set up a formation to conceal the location of the tomb after Emperor Yin’s passing.

Even standing right over Emperor Yin’s tomb, one would not notice it.

No one could disturb his spiritual retreat.

Perhaps it was for the best.

Si Fuqing gazed at her computer, lost in thought.

Sometimes, after encountering the young Emperor Yin, she wondered how such a person could lie buried underground.

She stared at the screen for over two hours.

Stretching, Si Fuqing prepared to go to bed when she noticed a “good night” message on her phone.

It was from Yu Xiheng.

As she was about to reply instinctively, she realized it was half past one in the morning.

Wouldn’t replying now expose her for not sleeping properly?

Si Fuqing hesitated but decided against responding.

However, just then, a second message popped up.

[Big Sponsor]: Typing?

Si Fuqing

A misstep.

She decided to play the villain first.

[Boss, you’re not sleeping! You don’t listen to what I say! Did you drink high-concentration coffee again?]

Now it was his turn to show “typing.”

After a few seconds.

[Big Sponsor]: Be good.

Si Fuqing blinked.

Undeniably, she enjoyed the way she interacted with Yu Xiheng.

She didn’t ask about his secrets, and he didn’t pursue hers.

Seconds later, another message came in.

[Big Sponsor]: Can’t sleep?

Si Fuqing thought for a moment and replied truthfully.

[I was just looking at historical materials, got a bit excited, can’t sleep yet.]

[Big Sponsor]: Hmm, come down.

Si Fuqing paused.

A second later, she jumped out of bed and pulled back the curtains to look outside.

A black car was parked below, and a man with a noble posture leaned against the front of the vehicle.

Sensing her gaze, he looked up.

The moonlight of the deep night was like water, scattering across his shoulders, half-light, half-shadow, making him appear even more distinguished.

Si Fuqing hesitated for a few seconds, then quickly changed clothes and hurried downstairs.

Driving was Yu Xiheng, and Feng San was not present.

Si Fuqing took her seat in the passenger side, “What are you doing here so late at night?”

“Just finished some business and was passing by,” Yu Xiheng nodded lightly. “Saw your room light was still on, quite a coincidence, you haven’t slept yet.”

“I slept too much during the day,” Si Fuqing pinched her shoulder. “About to start shooting a new variety show, need to adjust my biological clock.”

Yu Xiheng hummed, turning the steering wheel, “Let’s walk by the river, relax a bit.”

“Okay,” Si Fuqing buckled her seatbelt. “Boss, you drive, I’ll protect you.”

Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Hiring a bodyguard had been the most correct decision he ever made.

The announcement that “Crossing the Demon Realm” would soon premiere on IFTV was fervently covered by major media outlets.

This time, no one dared to slander Si Fuqing.

After all, once she stepped beyond the borders, she wasn’t just representing herself, but the entire Great Xia Empire.

Anyone daring to disparage Si Fuqing at such a time would be seen as an enemy of all the people of Great Xia.

Consequently, “Crossing the Demon Realm” became a key television drama project supported by the Great Xia Empire.

The show was a hit even before its broadcast, marking it as a phenomenon not seen in a long while.

Gu Zhinan’s team was filled with unprecedented regret.

The role of Sui Yan, originally snatched by Si Fuqing, had left Gu Zhinan merely resentful.

But with the drama making it to IFTV, its nature had changed completely.

It was already challenging for TV actors to break into international markets, even more so than for film actors.

Like Tong Luoyun’s team, they believed that Tang Haiqiu and Sang Yanching had teamed up to pitch “Crossing the Demon Realm” to IFTV.

After all, Sang Yanching had managed to secure top endorsements for Xu Lingchu at a time when he was virtually unknown.

With her eloquence, it was no surprise IFTV picked it up.

“Si Fuqing is just too lucky,” Sister Hua couldn’t help but sigh with a bit of regret, “Even if you weren’t chosen for the lead role, you should have accepted the offer to play the second lead.”

Gu Zhinan pursed her lips, “It’s too late now.”

She was looking for a breakthrough.

Her popularity stemmed from several TV dramas where she played pure and kind-hearted characters.

But the current trend favored strong female leads, a role type that had overshadowed Gu Zhinan’s typical ‘white lotus’ roles, hence her audition for the lead in “Crossing the Demon Realm.”

Gu Zhinan had accepted another role in a historical drama where the female lead, a princess, experiences the fall of her country and, after a period of hardship, returns to power in a coming-of-age story.

The entire team placed great importance on this drama.

However, Gu Zhinan’s thin voice was not suited to powerful female roles, necessitating voice dubbing in post-production.

“Forget it, it’s too late for regrets,” Sister Hua shook her head, “Once the dubbing for this drama is completed, you’ll surely succeed in transforming your image.”

Gu Zhinan looked up, “Will Homeward Deer do the dubbing for me?”

“The production team has already approached her,” Sister Hua explained, “She hasn’t been active recently, only dubbing a radio drama, so she won’t pass up this opportunity.”

While they were discussing, the dubbing director called, and the conversation was brief.

The gist was that Homeward Deer had declined to do the dubbing.

“Declined?” Sister Hua frowned, “Does she know who Gu Zhinan is?”

Offering Homeward Deer the chance to dub for a film star was an honor, yet she declined?

Had it not been for Homeward Deer’s reputation as a top talent in the dubbing industry, they wouldn’t have approached her.

“It’s her loss if she doesn’t do the dubbing,” Sister Hua huffed coldly, “A voice actor who has never appeared in front of the camera, with so many fans hyping her up, does she really think she’s above everyone else?”

A voice actor should know their place; they’re just meant to provide voices.

If they couldn’t confront Si Fuqing head-on, could they not handle a mere voice actor?