After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 1271 - 613 got into our hands 1 more update

Chapter 1271: 613 got into our hands [1 more update]

Chapter 1271: 613 got into our hands [1 more update]

“Let’s see who this foolish Mousses is, still doesn’t know ‘the moon is beautiful tonight’ is an implicit way of saying ‘I love you’. Quick! Gang up and interrogate who this woman is seeing behind our backs!”

With a cry, I was still preparing this year’s birthday gift for my wife when she was spirited away just like that.

“Who is it? Who’s the major love rival? Step out and let us have a look!”

“Everybody calm down. Maybe the wife really just thought the moon was beautiful tonight.”

“Impossible. She’s someone who wouldn’t say such things even when practicing a set of Tai Chi under the moonlight [smile]”

The Mousses indeed didn’t care whether Si Fuqing was dating or not.

It’s just that they racked their brains but couldn’t think of anyone who could match her, be her equal.

Someone listed all the males Si Fuqing had contact with.

Eventually, they found that the Mo family head, Mo Yanwen, was originally a perfect match, but during “The Nation’s Heroine” roadshow, Mo Yanwen’s attitude towards Si Fuqing was clearly respectful.

They hit an impasse all of a sudden.

The marketing accounts seized the moment for performance and began to post Weibos suggesting Si Fuqing was already in a relationship.

Si Fuqing fell into a prolonged silence.

Her hand trembled slightly.

“Si Fuqing? Si Fuqing?” Yu Tang called out a few more times on the phone, “Are you there?”

Si Fuqing heard her own voice floating: “Sansan, if someone said this to you, does it mean he likes you?”

Yu Tang immediately became alert: “Who said it?”

Si Fuqing was silent again.

She and Yu Tang were supposed to be sisters at the start, but their relation seemed to be changing.

“Si Fuqing, no one says that kind of thing for no reason. He must be harboring improper thoughts towards you.” Yu Tang gritted her teeth, “Tell me who it was, do you like him?”

She would have her Uncle Nine chop that person up.

Si Fuqing blinked her fox-like eyes: “I understand now, thank you, Sansan.”

Yu Tang: “???”

Before she could say anything more, the call was already hung up.

Si Fuqing had just pressed a string of numbers she knew by heart when Sang Yanqing’s call came in first.

She calmed her racing heart and answered, “Sister Sang.”

“Si Fuqing, are you and Mr. Yu going public?” Sang Yanqing was clearly excited, “When? How are you planning to do it?”

Si Fuqing paused, then said diplomatically, “Sister Sang, wouldn’t you rather take a break?”

“I need to prepare in advance.” Sang Yanqing was eager, “Quick, quick, quick, give me a time. We can’t let the paparazzi break this news first.”

In just two hours, micro-blog articles by marketing accounts had evolved to Si Fuqing already secretly marriaged last year.

Si Fuqing was expressionless.

What even was this?

Si Fuqing coldly rejected Sang Yanqing.

After the call ended, she stared at that string of numbers for a long while, then decided to go find Yuejian first: “Third senior sister.”

“What’s up, Little Nine?” Noise could be heard from the other end at Yuejian, clearly she was in a bar.

Si Fuqing breathed slowly a few times, then whispered, “I’ve captured him.”

Yuejian raised her eyebrows, thinking the day had finally come, and asked, “How did you capture him?”

Si Fuqing recounted the events of the past two days, “Third senior sister, with your vast experience, does this count as capturing him?”

Yuejian raised her eyebrows even higher, “Little Nine, let me teach you a trick. If the first thing he does when he comes back tomorrow after finishing his business is to look for you, then you’ve captured him.”

“The enemy doesn’t move, I don’t move, understand?”

Si Fuqing responded, “Ah, I sort of get it now. But what if he runs away?”

Yuejian said leisurely, “Just tie him up and bring him back.”

Si Fuqing: “…”

She seriously doubted whether her third senior sister was the disciple of the Master of Guigou.

Just look at this rough style.

Si Fuqing propped her chin and clicked on Yu Xihang’s avatar, beginning to go through all their chat history.

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At that moment, joy and excitement filled her entire heart.

She hugged her phone and unknowingly fell asleep.

The small white dog glanced at its owner, who was sleeping in a very undignified position.

It lazily lifted its leg and hopped onto the bed, struggling to pull the blanket over with its little paws to cover Si Fuqing.

Alas.

The small white dog sighed like an old soul.

Its owner was so grown up yet still such a worry.

But it knew well that Si Fuqing was very well protected by Ye Wanlan; she always showed her childlike spirit with those close to her.