After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

His voice was already pleasant to the ear.

At this moment, deliberately lowered, it became even more soothing.

It was as if a current flowed beside her ear, leaving behind a tingling sensation.

From a distance, their posture differed little from that of other couples around them.

Si Fuqing had exceptional hearing.

She could tell that the footsteps of the encroaching individuals had hesitated, stopping in their tracks.

It took her half a second to react.

Her fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and she responded at a relaxed pace, “I want a hug.”

Not taking advantage of an opportunity would be foolish.

After all, she’d already touched his abs.

“We’ll hug later,” Yu Xiheng remained impassive, reaching up to stroke her head as his voice softened, “We’re almost home, shall we not make a scene?” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow.

How was it that this man was even better at acting than she, a renowned actress?

She couldn’t lose at her own game.

“No,” she tilted her head, her eyes twinkling, “I want to be hugged now.”

At her words, Yu Xiheng fell silent.

Si Fuqing mentally gave herself a pat on the back.

Excellent, she still had the upper hand.

Yet, after only a few seconds of pause, she heard him let out an amused sigh, “You really are incorrigible, fine, we’ll hug for a bit before we leave.” He extended his arms, slowly wrapping them around her waist.

The scent of moonlit osmanthus from his body suddenly intensified, gently enveloping her.

They were now merely an inch apart, yet still without contact.

This time, it was Si Fuqing’s turn to be silent.

She calmly met the gaze of the young man before her, locking eyes with his elongated phoenix-like eyes.

Suddenly, the scene felt incredibly familiar to her.

Slowly recalling the night she first awoke, her eyes narrowed, her gaze drifting downward to the man’s slender legs, growing ever more probing.

Meanwhile, she didn’t cease her surveillance of their surroundings.

The people who had been surrounding them started moving again, but this time, their footsteps were retreating.

Even though they spoke in voices only audible to each other, Si Fuqing heard a clear sentence.

“Damn it, I give up. They’re not here. All that’s here are damn lovebirds. Who fed me false info just to for me to watch this PDA?”

“Do you think he is there? As if he’s the type to even be near a woman.”

Si Fuqing:

Howpitiful.

The minutes seemed to stretch endlessly.

Finally, when the strange noises had completely vanished, Yu Xiheng retracted his arms, his tone still calm, “Alright, let’s go.”

Si Fuqing straightened up, sounding rather regretful, “Boss, I was all prepared. Why didn’t you let me fight? We had to resort to acting like a couple, hardly a good trade-off.”

Yu Xiheng glanced at her, “Do you think your hand is healed?”

“Hm?” Si Fuqing looked down, “Yes, the stitches were removed, and I can handle them even with one hand. Don’t you already know that?”

“Two fists are hard to beat four hands,” Yu Xiheng said, quietly gazing at the rippling surface of the river. “I don’t want you to get hurt, alright?” His thoughts were once again pulled back to a thousand years ago.

He had indeed waged wars in all directions, even conquering the Western Continent.

Tens of thousands of soldiers who had followed him had been injured or killed; that was also true.

He was accustomed to bloodshed, but he never wished for anyone close to him to be harmed.

If possible, he wouldn’t want to go to war at all.

But for the sake of Great Xia, and for the peace of the generations to come, he had no choice but to fight.

For the first time, Si Fuqing hesitated. After a brief pause, she softly responded, “Alright.”

Being a bodyguard like her was indeed a tough job.

Not only did she have to ensure her boss’s safety, but she also had to act alongside him.

Such acting skills would be a waste if not honed at Glenn’s.

She could actually introduce Yu Xiheng to Qu Lingyun.

Two workaholics might find common ground.

As she pushed the wheelchair, she said, “The day before yesterday, I thought you’d make a good emperor in a film. Today, I think you’d suit another role.” “Oh?” Yu Xiheng’s eyebrow twitched slightly, “And what role would that be?”

“A spy,” Si Fuqing drew out the word, “Specifically, the kind who excels at honey traps.”

Yu Xiheng leaned back, his hands supporting his head, “You flatter me.”

“Hey, boss!” Si Fuqing suddenly lowered her head, her tone laden with meaning, “You’re so proficient at honey traps, you must have used them on quite a few people, no?”

Yu Xiheng’s fingers, which had been tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair, paused. His voice remained neutral, “Never. This was the first time.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Si Fuqing clicked her tongue, “You’ve mastered the art. It’s a good thing your target was me.. If it were someone else, wouldn’t you end up with a clingy admirer?”