Chapitre 2: Awakening (2)

But Old Master Zuo was busy with business and often didn't come home. She was always bullied by several siblings in the Zuo family. This time, before her dispute with the eldest grandson of the Zuo family, he had slashed her wrist, nearly costing her life. Si Fuqing's long lashes drooped, and a fierce light flickered in the depths of her eyes. In her past life, she was an orphan, who was fortunately picked up by her elder sister who took great care of her, and later she entered a sect where she had a group of scheming senior brothers and sisters. Before she could even enjoy life, she had been killed by them in an explosion. Such an achievement probably had no rival in the whole sect, and she certainly lived up to her reputation as "ghosts would cry in the sight of her". "Enough, stop talking," Zuo Tianfeng symbolically interjected, "Let's deal with the inheritance issue first." Mrs. Zuo said resentfully, "Look at her, she definitely plans to cling to us." The adoption agreement was signed by Old Master Zuo, and no one had the right to break it. Now that Si Fuqing was of age, if she didn't agree, the adoption agreement couldn't be terminated. Si Fuqing stood up, her gaze finally landing on Mrs. Zuo. Her wrist was still wrapped in gauze, with fresh blood seeping out bit by bit. It was a horrifying sight, yet she herself seemed unfazed by the pain, her fox-like eyes curving, each movement enchanting and graceful. Si Fuqing's lips curved into a slow smile. "Get lost." "..." Silence fell momentarily in the great hall. Dozens of members of the Zuo family stopped their conversations, their gazes shifting in surprise. They were all aware of what Si Fuqing was normally like in the Zuo family. She had always been meek, never daring to even lift her head, let alone talk back harshly to Mrs. Zuo. Mrs. Zuo, furious, her eyes reddening, took two steps towards the girl, "Si Fuqing, are you rebelling!" Si Fuqing tilted her head, a cold smile on her lips, still uttering that same word from her high position, "Get lost." Mrs. Zuo, unable to stop herself promptly due to her high heels, staggered back a few steps. Zuo Tianfeng supported her just in time, also shouting sternly, "Si Fuqing!" Si Fuqing put on her coat and, without looking back, headed straight downstairs. "Is she throwing a tantrum?" Mrs. Zuo's chest heaved, evidently very angry, "When she rolls out of the Zuo family, I'd like to see how she can still smile. I'll remember today's offense!" Zuo Tianfeng, however, turned to take another look, his brow furrowed. Something was off about Si Fuqing today, could it be that she had gone mad from being provoked? However, it was none of his concern; Si Fuqing was about to be kicked out of the Zuo family anyway. He had neither the time nor the mood to lecture someone who was practically a stranger. ** Third floor, emergency department. The duty doctor was a woman about fifty, frowning as she spoke, "Stretch out your hand." Si Fuqing lowered her eyes and stretched out her hand, obediently. "How did it come to this?" the doctor asked as she unwound the gauze, inhaling sharply, "Why can't you talk things over with your family instead of hurting yourself?" "What a fine skin, how don't you cherish it?" Si Fuqing blinked her fox-like eyes, admitting her mistake, "Sister, I was wrong." The girl's deep, dark eyes, sparkling and clear with thick, long lashes, fluttered gently like butterfly wings across her cheeks. Strands of her hair fell softly, framing her porcelain-white skin as if carved from jade. No one could resist Si Fuqing's face. The doctor's heart softened instantly. "I'm on duty in the emergency room every Wednesday and Friday. If you run into any trouble and can't find help, come to me," Si Fuqing's gaze flickered, sweetly saying, "Thank you, sister." The doctor bent over to sew up her wound, grumbling, "Don't call me sister, I'm old enough to be your mother. Sit still, don't move." Si Fuqing: "…" The flattery missed the mark. "Then, auntie, do you have a needle? Give me an acupuncture here," Si Fuqing pointed to an acupoint and smiled, "It stops bleeding fast." The doctor was surprised, "You know medicine?" Being able to easily point out acupoints indicated some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. Si Fuqing was anything but humble, flippant: "Just average, third best Under Heaven." Doctor: "…" Just like her daughter suffering from chuunibyou. The doctor finished stitching up Si Fuqing's wound and disinfected it, instructing, "Make sure not to get it wet or use your left hand for any heavy activity. Come back in a week to change the dressing—just look for me. Here are some oral medications." Si Fuqing nodded her thanks, received the prescription, and went downstairs to get the medicine. As she slowly opened her WeChat wallet, she lowered her head to look. Balance: 250. "..." Great, even the numbers were mocking her for blowing herself up. Si Fuqing pocketed her phone and, expressionless, headed for the pharmacy entrance. When had she ever been this poor? ** Early spring was still a bit chilly, the wind even stronger at night. Si Fuqing wrapped her coat tighter around herself and walked to the hospital's back door. There, a black sedan was parked, its body marred with scars, clearly at least a decade old. She remembered this car. Just last year, when she came of age, Old Master Zuo gifted her a car as a coming-of-age present. But later, it was taken by the Zuo family's third sister who left her with an old model. Si Fuqing nonchalantly opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. In front of her was a small calendar, the date clearly marked. Xia calendar, March 14, 2085. Holding the calendar, she clicked her tongue, "2085 already..." She had been dead for three years. It seemed she had not only returned from the dead but also traveled three years into the future. These three years were a blank slate for her, not long but enough for everything to have changed. Currently, she was in the Great Xia Empire, too far from her sect to return. Even if she did return, who would believe she hadn't died? Si Fuqing twisted open a cola she had just bought from a vending machine, her smile deepening, "Dead or alive, I can't quit you. My love for you runs deep." At 2 AM, everything around was silent, the pitch-black sky devoid of stars or moonlight. A breeze blew in through the window, and Si Fuqing's eyes flickered. It was the scent of blood, faint and barely there, mixed with a subtle fragrance as if it were hidden away. But having been in fights her whole life, she was particularly sensitive to this scent. Si Fuqing took another sip of cola and screwed the cap back on. Currently a pauper, she didn't want to waste any cola. Meanwhile, her other hand had already found a screwdriver in the car. It happened in an instant; the locked car door silently opened. A cold, crisp air invaded, and the scent of blood suddenly intensified. This was a man. He was tall and well-built, with broad shoulders, a finely curved waist, and strong, lean legs. Like a gilded statue, sacred, untouchable. With no light in the night and her eyes yet untrained for it, Si Fuqing couldn't make out his features. A hint of a smile in her eyes, she propped up her head, watching him while tossing a cola bottle in one hand. The girl's fearless demeanor made the man pause in his movements. But he didn't forget what was urgent, bending slightly forward. "Shh," his long fingers lightly pressed against her lips. At the same time, his other hand closed the car door. —————— Starting a new book this winter, Si Fuqing, the Goddess, is here to join you =3= Public update period tentatively every morning at 8 AM, please leave more comments and interaction, don't just read, help our Goddess progress~~ Things to know before diving in: 1. The entire story is fabricated! It features a dual reincarnation 1v1 with a clean relationship, and the original character is the female lead. 2. The female lead is a disciplinary officer in the contemporary entertainment industry, critical of the industry, with all entertainment characters lacking real-life counterparts; please do not bring in real-life references.