After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 860 - : Qingqing On the Counterattack, Messed with the Wrong Person (1)

Chapter 860: Qingqing On the Counterattack, Messed with the Wrong Person (1)

The butler quickly agreed and began instructing the Ji family’s programmers to immediately locate the IP address of the controversial Weibo post.

However, the online demand for Ji Qingwei to apologize to Si Fuqing continued to grow, and despite the Ji family’s efforts to delete posts and comments, they were unable to suppress it.

Ji Longtai’s expression looked gloomy, like the darkness before a thunderstorm.

He had never imagined that one day he would stumble because of an actress he looked down upon.

The influence of a top-tier celebrity was indeed extraordinary.

Even the stocks of the Ji Corporation began to decline.

Ji Longtai decided to handle it with a cool head.

At this moment, not responding was the best response.

This incident did not cause much of a stir abroad, after all, Si Fuqing was not as famous internationally as she was in the Great Xia Empire, and she didn’t have as many fans supporting her.

Therefore, Ji Longtai and Ji Qingwei had a mutual understanding.

Abandon the path of the arts and focus solely on the field of scientific research.

As long as she ranked in the top ten in the international joint examination and received an invitation from Above the Cloud to become a core technical personnel, who would dare say anything against Ji Qingwei?

Ji Longtai couldn’t make sense of the embroidery plagiarism incident either, but he wouldn’t allow people online to wantonly tarnish Ji Qingwei’s reputation.

Once the technicians figured out who posted the orchestrated Weibo, he would personally deal with it.

**

Meanwhile, on the Western Continent.

A day of filming had ended.

In the evening, Glenn was brightly lit and filled with revelry.

This place was the center of art and film, with many street performers singing and dancing.

“Brother Nine, according to the location Miss Si sent, she should be here,” Feng San said, pushing the wheelchair and looking around, puzzled, “Why don’t we see her?”

Just a moment ago, Si Fuqing had called him mysteriously, saying she wanted to give Yu Xiheng a surprise.

Feng San was about to send a WeChat message to ask Si Fuqing about her location when a lazy voice sounded from behind, slightly flamboyant, “Hi, boss.”

Feng San was startled.

Yu Xiheng turned his head and saw Si Fuqing standing on the street, behind her a black motorcycle.

She wore a black leather coat that perfectly outlined her figure. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

A pair of sunglasses rested on her head, and she held a helmet in her right hand.

Her lips were a vintage red, exuding a powerful charisma.

Many passersby couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at her, exclaiming in admiration.

Yu Xiheng quietly met her gaze and smiled, “What’s the occasion, young lady?”

Si Fuqing whistled nonchalantly, “Excuse me, sir, may I invite you for a ride?”

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow, “A ride?”

“I borrowed this baby,” Si Fuqing said proudly, patting the back seat, “Boss, come on, let me take you for a spin. This thing is a beast, let’s give it a try.”

Xie Yu loved vehicles and had collected many sports cars and motorcycles.

This was the latest model under DW, just released last month. Xie Yu had bought it but hadn’t driven it yet.

The motorcycle’s rear seat was quite spacious, easily accommodating a tall man.

Yu Xiheng hesitated for a moment but eventually accepted the invitation and got on.

“Boss, don’t just sit there, hold onto my waist,” Si Fuqing turned back to glance at him, pulling his hand around her waist naturally, “My driving might be a bit scary, but I’ll be more restrained on a motorcycle. Don’t worry, there’s no danger to your life.”

She had driven motorcycles before, though her records were mostly in cars. This was no big deal.

Yu Xiheng’s expression changed.

He coughed lightly, clenched his hand into a fist, and placed it gently beside her, very gentlemanly.

“It tickles a bit,” Si Fuqing said again, “Move your hand a little higher.”

Higher?

Yu Xiheng fell silent.

For a moment, he didn’t know whether to comply.

“Hurry up,” Si Fuqing urged, “What if you get thrown off? Come on, come on.”

Yu Xiheng pressed his brow, sighed lightly, and could only follow her instructions, putting his arm around her waist.

Her waist was soft and, because she often exercised, also strong.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes darkening.

The sensation was indeed quite good.

But only he knew what kind of torment he was enduring.

Both lifetimes of self-control were being tested here.

And the instigator seemed completely unaware.

“That’s better,” Si Fuqing said, “Your legs are too long, move back a bit.”

Yu Xiheng

Si Fuqing grasped the handlebars, her body leaning slightly forward.

Her fox-like eyes sparkled with confidence, “Hold on tight, we’re setting off. Today, I’m the coolest rider on this street.”

“Vroom——”

The roar of the engine sounded, and the motorcycle sped away.

Feng San, who got a face full of exhaust, was speechless: “…”

Would he ever have imagined that one day he would watch Miss Si take Brother Nine for a ride on a motorcycle?!