After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 1263 - 609 even dares to target Si Fuqings ideas【1
Chapter 1263: 609 even dares to target Si Fuqing’s ideas【1 more】
Chapter 1263: 609 even dares to target Si Fuqing’s ideas【1 more】
After all, Si Fuqing did not have the bloodline of evolved beings, and if she had been of Class A, Marquis Clavel would have been very satisfied.
But Odile was different—she was also 27 this year, yet still unmarried.
As a Class Super A evolved being, her bloodline was noble.
She was a graduate of the Inner Court at Eternity Academy and had left her name on the Eternal Ranking, boasting formidable strength.
In the Free State, there were several noble figures pursuing Odile, but she had no interest in any of them.
Marquis Clavel, however, believed that Odile had been waiting for his son, which is why she had dragged on without getting married.
The Strategist calmly said, “Your Highness, our goal is merely to treat the madam’s illness, as long as she arrives and cures the madam’s poison, all the other matters are trivial.”
Marquis Clavel pondered for a moment and finally reluctantly nodded, “Okay, get ready; we shall visit the Nian family to propose marriage tomorrow.”
As the Strategist said, if he was unsatisfied with Si Fuqing, he could completely dismiss her from the household.
The Strategist nodded and went down to prepare the dowry.
Marquis Clavel coldly glanced at the middle-aged man, then stood up and went upstairs.
He walked up to the second door and knocked, “Will.”
The door opened, revealing a man in his early twenties.
His features were fierce, and his expression was very gloomy.
Yet, Marquis Clavel was pleased, “Will, your father has chosen a marriage for you, here is the lady’s photo, take a look.”
Si Fuqing’s photo was very easy to find; it was all over the internet.
Marquis Clavel could not understand why Si Fuqing, a member of the In family, would run off to the entertainment industry, truly wasting her potential.
“I don’t want to see it,” Will said irritably. “I don’t want to get married either; I only like Miss Odile.”
“Father knows, so it’s just about you temporarily marrying her,” Marquis Clavel patted his shoulder, “Once your mother’s illness is cured, you can send her packing.”
Only then did Will reluctantly take the photo.
Upon seeing it, his eyes widened instantly, and his hand involuntarily trembled.
Seeing his reaction, Marquis Clavel smiled, “She is quite attractive; if you like, you can keep her.”
Will nodded, very surprised, “Thank you, Father!”
“Don’t let me keep you busy,” Marquis Clavel was gratified, left, and closed the door behind him.
Will, holding Si Fuqing’s photo, glanced at it a few times, yet he couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
Before this, the most beautiful woman he had seen was none other than Odile.
But Si Fuqing, aside from her Divine Beauty, had an additional vibrant youthful aura, breathtakingly beautiful, making it even harder to shift his gaze.
Will’s eyes darted around, and he inevitably had more ideas in his mind.
If he could marry both women, he could enjoy a blessing shared by few.
He heard that Odile would be returning home in a couple of days; he planned to bring this matter up with his father then.
**
Meanwhile, in the city of Sijiu.
After returning to the film crew, Si Fuqing shot for another two hours, and it was not until eight that Qu Lingyun finally let everyone go.
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Yu Xiheng came to pick her up by car.
“Brother Nine, drive quickly, I’m afraid I’ll get blocked later,” Si Fuqing opened the car door and got in, “Today, one of my little fans spotted me, luckily the place I went to is out of the way.”
She truly witnessed the explosive popularity of “The Nation’s Heroine,” far surpassing the scale of “Crossing the Demon Realm.”
Yu Xiheng hummed in response, turning the steering wheel, “Little fan?”
“A little girl, probably just in high school,” Si Fuqing rested her chin in her hand, “Turns out she’s a fan of my mom and called me cute—how do I relate to that word?”
Yu Xiheng glanced at her through the rearview mirror, saying unhurriedly, “You are quite cute.”
Si Fuqing looked at him, unusually silent.
Yet her heart was pleased at that moment.
She might as well let him compliment her.
The two returned to the villa.
Si Fuqing collapsed on the sofa, hugging a pillow and rolling over.
Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows slightly, asking her, “What would you like to eat?”
Si Fuqing raised her hands joyfully, “Hot pot and fried skewers!”
“Alright, I’ll have someone prepare it,” Yu Xiheng nodded slightly.
He walked over to the window and started making a phone call.
The man’s figure was elegantly tall; he was still dressed in a dark gray suit, with the lamplight flickering over the cufflinks on his sleeves, effortlessly exuding nobility and elegance.
Si Fuqing took out her phone, aimed at his silhouette, and pressed the shutter.
With a “click,” he turned his head.
Si Fuqing very calmly put the phone down, pretending as if nothing had happened.
