Rebirth from the Ashes

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Howling, my *ss. Our little sister was crying out to me!” With his mind recalling the earlier telepathic bond, Fu Qingxuan snuffled and could not hide the worry in his eyes. He let out a deep sigh and gut-wrenchingly said, “She got hurt again.”

“Where?” Fu Qingli’s pupils dilated as a flashback brought him to the dash of red on Shen Xi’s fair ankle.

“I don’t know. I felt a sudden pain, but it quickly subsided.” Fu Qingxuan murmured while keeping his head down.

He was breaking in cold sweat inside the wardrobe, afraid to be discovered. He was not paying attention to where it hurt the moment the pain hit. Could it be heartache?

“Useless piece of sh*t.” Fu Qingli never held back when giving Fu Qingxuan the dressing-down. He continued by asking, “Try and remember. Was it the ankle?”

Fu Qingli then grimaced at his own question. Frustrated, he clenched his fists.

Was he out of his mind?

No way that could be true! That girl was Li Jingran’s daughter!

“Heartache.” Pointing at his heart, Fu Qingxuan made one up. Fu Qingli was going to give it to him if he did not give a straight answer.

Fu Qingli banished the ridiculous idea out of his head. He observed Fu Qingxuan with a penetrating gaze. “Oh, really?”

Looking rather guilty, Fu Qingxuan buried his face into a rice bowl. He incoherently mumbled and nodded. “Duh, of course.”

Qingli was strange today, asking all these weird questions.

Fu Qingli knew Fu Qingxuan would be no help at all, so there was no point probing further. However, the crazy idea he had just planted a seed of doubt in him.

Fu Junqiu looked at Fu Qingli puzzled. Why was Lil’ Xi suddenly brought into this? What was with the weird look on his face?

Although the food was served, the guest was gone. Since it was dinner time, the family might as well enjoy the food despite Mr. Cloud Seven’s absence.

Fu Junqiu did not give up the chance to give Fu Qingli a piece of her mind while feasting on the meal. Had it not been for him, there might still be a tiny possibility to poach Mr. Cloud Seven. Fu Qingli’s interference crushed the tiny bit of hope.

Fu Qingxuan’s b*lls grew after finishing up a bowl of rice. He started to stir the pot. “Qingli, you were rude. If I were Mr. Cloud Seven, I wouldn’t ever work with you.”

Giving him the eye, Fu Qingli opened his mouth. “Go beg him. Get on the floor, hold onto his leg, and beg him. Let’s see if he’d give you an opportunity to collaborate.”

Fu Qingxuan clicked his tongue in disdain. “I wasn’t the one who p*ssed him off. You should be the one to do it.”

Fu Qingli answered, “Then shut your trap.”

For himself to get on his knees and beg her?! Dream on!

There was a high chance the fool would kneel and beg her in tears if he were to find out that Mr. Cloud Seven was, in fact, Shen Xi.

“All of you, stop it. What do I need you for if you can’t do anything right?” Fu Junqiu sighed. She lost her appetite. “Sigh. Nothing ever goes according to plan.”

Due to some special circumstances, the Fu family moved all their assets abroad a hundred years ago. They built a life and career in a foreign land ever since.

Although this was the case, no family in China was ever wealthier or more powerful than the Fu family. They still hold a revering presence.

In the past few years, the Fu family had been expanding their business back to China, taking over the market in various territories at a quick pace.

Fu Junqiu had her eye on entertainment and planned to pave her way there. Since she decided to establish a subsidiary company here, Fu Junqiu wanted to start with a big bang. The talent she wanted onboard had to be the best in China.

Mr. Cloud Seven was the hottest screenwriter with equally matching high TV ratings. He single-handedly catapulted the whole cast to fame. No one else but him could make top-dog quality in her company.

Apart from Mr. Cloud Seven, Fu Junqiu was also interested in Mr. Xixi. However, Mr. Xixi was more elusive than Mr. Cloud Seven. Despite many efforts, she still could not get in touch with him.

Instead of replying, Fu Qingli had a complicated look on his face. His aunt sure had an eye for talent. He wondered how she would react when she found out these people she sought were actually the same person!

Fu Qingli knew what Shen Xi was made of. She could hold the whole world in her hands. However, he would rather reject her than expose her identity to his family.

Meanwhile, Shen Xi bumped into Zhou Zhen in the corridor on her way out.

Zhou Zhen was waiting here with a purpose. With Shen Xi emerging from the suites, she nervously ran over and gazed at her. “Can you give me your number?”

Shen Xi, “…”

Zhou Zhen uttered, “I don’t mean any harm. I’m a photographer and I find you very photogenic. Are you interested in becoming a cover model?”

Shen Xi pointed at Jiang Yin at the back and spoke in a low voice, “Anything work-related, please go through my assistant.”

Zhou Zhen finally had a good look at Jiang Yin. Her jaw dropped to the ground. Oh. My. God. Was this not Ms. Jiang Yin?

She only had eyes for the young man and no one else back when they were waiting for the elevator. Moreover, Ms. Jiang Yin covered half her face with sunglasses.

Who was the young man for Ms. Jiang Yin to be his assistant? Ms. Jiang was Ms. Cai Ni’s teacher, and the latter was her best friend Ruan Sisi’s teacher!

From afar, Jiang Yin saw a girl hitting on Mr. Cloud Seven. Like a nosy neighbor, she was intrigued as to how the poker-faced Cloud Seven would react. Alas, their exchange was not within her earshot. The girl soon glanced over and looked rather surprised.

Zhou Zhen might be bewildered, but she had seen everything. Not one to shy away, he braved ahead to say hello. “Hello, Ms. Jiang Yin. I’m Zhou Zhen, a friend of Ruan Sisi.”

“Hi.” Jiang Yin nodded in return. Realization finally hit her. No wonder she found the girl familiar when they met in front of the elevator earlier. Sisi, the chatterbox, had mentioned it and showed her pictures before. Nevertheless, Jiang Yin could not remember well because she merely took a look.

After the exchange of pleasantries, Zhou Zhen turned around to find the young man gone with the wind and she felt a little down.

Jiang Yin was onto Mr. Cloud Seven. The young man was throwing people off to make a getaway and soon he was nowhere to be found. God knows if he was waiting for her outside.

As if it was not bad enough, Jiang Yin had not managed to acquire his number while they were on their way to the restaurant.

Zhou Zhen courteously got a number from Jiang Yin before the latter made haste to the elevator. Zhou Zhen happily scrolled her phone. Even though she did not have the young man’s number, she had Jiang Yin’s. All was not lost.

“Zhenzhen, here’s your coffee.” Her assistant came from the elevator with a coffee in hand just as Zhou Zhen was about to leave.

Zhou Zhen grabbed the coffee and sipped it as she made her way to a private dining room. The thought that she had to cozy up to those greasy middle-aged men made her stomach churn.

She spaced out thinking about the taintless young man. All the more Zhou Zhen felt that she was soiled and filthy. It would only make the young man dirty if he cast a glance at people like her.

Zhou Zhen scurried along to ditch the low self-esteem behind. She should not act this way as her mind was set long ago to climb the social ladder by every means necessary.

Out of the blue.

She ran into someone in a loud wham. The coffee in her hand splashed and poured all over the person..