After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God Chapter 850: Identity Revealed, It was Si Fuqing's Embroider

Chapter 850: Identity Revealed, It was Si Fuqing’s Embroidery (1)

Without the cameras rolling, the interns felt less restricted, and even the celebrity guests were more relaxed.

However, none were as direct as Si Fuqing.

After all, they needed to maintain their public personas in front of others.

Duan Jingtao flared up instantly, “Are you doing this on purpose? Are you insane? You named it ‘Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains’ too?”

Did she enjoy antagonizing his junior sister that much?

Was her jealousy that intense?

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His junior sister hadn’t even made an official appearance yet, and she was already being targeted. What would happen when she did?

Si Fuqing narrowed her fox-like eyes, gazing at him coolly, “Seems like you’ve forgotten what I said yesterday.”

Recalling her threat about twisting his skullcap off, Duan Jingtao felt a sudden chill.

“Fine!” He clenched his fists, sneering, “Tomorrow, I’ll see what your ‘Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains’ looks like!”

He abruptly stood up and stormed off, his face livid.

“Teacher Si, it’s really unnecessary,” Song Wenhua sighed as she watched Duan Jingtao’s retreating figure, “Mr. Duan is a member of the Heaven Earth Alliance. There’s no benefit in clashing with him.”

“Besides, his junior sister is a miss of the Ji family. I know you’re close with Su God, but we’re not from wealthy families. There’s no need to provoke them for a moment of satisfaction, right?”

Si Fuqing looked up.

Song Wenhua felt a bit awkward under her gaze, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” Si Fuqing stood up, “Just focus on learning and stop lecturing others. Also, being a suck-up gets you nowhere.”

An intern couldn’t help but chuckle.

Song Wenhua’s expression changed instantly, barely maintaining her smile.

How had someone with Si Fuqing’s temperament managed to survive in the entertainment industry for so long?

It was truly puzzling.

She was only offering advice, but if Si Fuqing didn’t listen and something happened, it wouldn’t be her problem. She’d just watch the show.

Upstairs, in the hotel room.

Si Fuqing had only brought Yuejian along this time, leaving Sang Yanqing at the studio to handle related matters.

“I sense a lot of evolved beings around here,” Yuejian said, taking two beers from the fridge, “Little junior sister, be careful. You’ve already caught the attention of the Evolved Being Alliance in the Muston Dukedom last time.”

“I understand.” Si Fuqing nodded, “I’ll control myself.”

“I’m going to find a bartender here,” Yuejian waved, “I’ll try to bring back a third senior brother-in-law for you.”

Si Fuqing glanced at her, “With your face blindness, I don’t believe it.”

To this day, there wasn’t a single face her third senior sister could remember.

Yuejian shrugged, “Can’t help it, this illness is incurable.”

At six o’clock, Gu Huiyan also arrived.

After hearing about the afternoon’s events from Director Qin, he frowned, “Is Si Fuqing still at the hotel?”

“Yes,” Director Qin nodded, “Room 305.”

“Alright.” Gu Huiyan nodded, “I’ll go check on her.”

He was only there for Si Fuqing; the others didn’t matter much to him.

Gu Huiyan went to room 305 and knocked on the door.

The door quickly opened, and Si Fuqing paused, “Elder Gu?”

“Just came to see you,” Gu Huiyan smiled warmly, “Tomorrow, you have special privileges. You’ll be the first to see the exhibition, and your embroidery will be right in the center of the main hall.”

“I’ve even prepared a banner for you. Just waiting for the award announcement to hang it at the Heaven Earth Alliance’s gate.”

“No problem.” Si Fuqing stroked her chin, “I’ll ask someone to hang more.”

Gu Huiyan was surprised, “So high-profile? That’s not like you.”

Si Fuqing replied lazily, “It’s necessary to be high-profile when doing good deeds.”

Her phone rang at that moment.

“Hello, teacher,” Si Fuqing answered Gu Wenzhu’s video call, “I’ll be right there. Please wait a bit longer. I brought ten design sketches. Don’t overwork me; you have other disciples too, right?”

Gu Huiyan adjusted his posture, slyly glancing at her phone screen.

He thought he’d finally learn who Si Fuqing’s teacher was.

He was curious which old guy had stolen his disciple.

One look, and Gu Huiyan’s hand trembled. He almost jumped, “You, you, you… who did you call teacher?!”

Si Fuqing ended the call, staying calm, “Just an ordinary old man.”

“Ordinary old man?!” Gu Huiyan’s voice rose, “Do you think he’s ordinary?!”