After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God - Chapter 452
Chapter 452: The Whole Internet’s Condemnation! His Majesty Found a Big Boss for Qjngqing (2)
Translator: _Min_
Bouncing back from the brink, Si Fuqing’s resurgence was monumental.
Her fan base swelled anew, united by a singular trait of deep empathy and support.
[My daughter has been through so much; she deserves nothing but a path strewn with flowers from now on!]
[My heart aches for her; mommy going to support her in every way I can!]
Si Fuqing received a myriad of calls offering solace, to which she assured everyone she was fine.
Xie Yu even made a special call.
“Ms. Si,” he began, his tone leisurely, “how does it feel to have a legion of ‘mother fans’ all of a sudden?”
Staring at her Weibo filled with comments of concern, Si Fuqing felt… conflicted.
Had she not experienced this life anew, she wouldn’t have even known about the existence of ‘mother fans’.
“Ah,” Si Fuqing smiled, “I should probably have a word with Auntie Xie about what it’s like to have so many people consider you their son.”
Xie Yu was momentarily speechless.
The exchange ended with no victor.
But with his own mother involved, Xie Yu conceded defeat.
No sooner had Si Fuqing ended the call with Xie Yu than another call came in.
Glancing at the caller ID labeled “Black-hearted Monster” for a few seconds, she answered.
“Where are you?” Yu Xiheng’s voice was concise and cool, yet rich and pleasing to the ear.
“At a café by the beach, the one right at the end,” Si Fuqing replied, massaging her ear.
“Alright,” Yu Xiheng responded, “someone will come to see you soon. A woman, thirty-four, in a black suit, wearing glasses.”
Hearing this description, Si Fuqing’s eyes narrowed playfully, “Boss, you’re not firing me because I touched you, are you?”
“Get serious, ” Yu Xiheng paused, sighing softly, “I’ll have milk tea ready for you when you return.”
“Deal!” Si Fuqing agreed promptly, “I’ll head back once I’ve met with her.” As long as her finances were secure.
Otherwise, finding another job as good as this would be too difficult.
After ending the call, Si Fuqing waited by the window for the person Yu Xiheng mentioned.
Fifteen minutes later, the café’s glass door opened, setting off a gentle jingle of wind chimes.
Si Fuqing turned, her gaze instantly fixed.
“Ms. Si, hello,” the woman approached, extending her hand with a slight smile, “I’m Sang Yanqing.”
“Hello,” Si Fuqing shook her hand.
In just a second, Sang Yanqing confidently stated, “You know of me.” Si Fuqing didn’t hide it, “I’ve heard of Sister Sang’s renown.”
“Ah?” Sang Yanqing was surprised, “I retired five years ago. How would today’s stars know of me?”
Si Fuqing smiled, “You may have retired, but few agents have reached your heights.”
A capable agent shapes an artist’s career trajectory significantly.
Sang Yanqing, who had led the foremost of the four top actresses to fame, was a testament to that.
In her previous life, while still at Glenn, Si Fuqing had seen Sang Yanqing accompany one of her actor charges to the Glenn red carpet.
That actor, a Grand Slam winner of all major awards in the Great Xia Empire, left a deep impression on Si Fuqing.
Sang Yanqing was negotiating a role for him in a film likely to earn a Glenn Award, but tragically, the actor took his own life due to depression before filming began.
The event deeply affected Sang Yanqing, leading to her withdrawal from the industry.
This was her first appearance in six years.
Si Fuqing was equally surprised that Yu Xiheng had persuaded Sang Yanqing to come out of retirement.
“I love hearing compliments,” Sang Yanqing laughed heartily, “Mr. Yu
mentioned you’re likable, and I can see why. I like you already.” Si Fuqing blinked, “He said I’m likable?”
Many had said so, from her master to the sect’s accountant.
But hearing it from Yu Xiheng…
She could almost picture him working by the window, his suit catching the light, exuding innate nobility.
And then going down…
She halted her thoughts.
Time to focus.
“Yes,” Sang Yanqing’s laughter faded, her expression turning serious, “Do you have goals?”
Si Fuqing gathered her thoughts, “I do.”
“Having goals is good,” Sang Yanqing nodded, “Tell me about your short-term and long-term plans.”
“My short-term plan is to finish filming ‘Crossing the Demon Realm’. As for the long-term?” Si Fuqing’s brows lifted, her smile light, “To surpass Yun Lan.” At those words, Sang Yanqing’s demeanor changed instantly.
She even stood up abruptly to check their surroundings, ensuring no one overheard..
