After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 911 - : Si Fuqing: I’m done playing your game (1)

Chapter 911: Si Fuqing: I’m done playing your game (1)

Xi Jiang had become a hot commodity in the hands of the Elders’ Council.Other direct descendants were also eyeing him, so naturally, she had to act swiftly to secure her position.

The combined strength of the Chu generation was incomparable to that of the Yan generation.

The Yan generation only had Mo Yanwen.

Mo Chuyi awaited Xi Jiang’s response.

Xi Jiang took a bite of his bun and uttered one word, “No.”

Mo Chuyi’s face darkened instantly. “What did you say?!”

“I said I am unwilling,” Xi Jiang replied, somewhat surprised. “Besides, you are far less capable than the family head. Why should I help you become the family head?”

As for the complete version of the Unseen Needles of Grace?

Mo Yanwen had already made it long ago.

Mo Chuyi thought highly of herself, openly and secretly looking down on Si Fuqing, yet she expected his help?

What kind of outlandish dream is she imagining.

Though Yu Xiheng had explicitly stated he would not participate in the Mo family’s internal struggles, Xi Jiang knew that without Mo Yanwen selecting him as Yu Xiheng’s shadow guard back then, he wouldn’t be where he was today.

In the struggle for the family head position, he naturally stood fully on Mo Yanwen’s side.

Xi Jiang’s words made Mo Chuyi’s chest heave with anger. “Very well, very well! You are good!”

Xi Jiang, indifferent to making others angry, said leisurely, “Of course I’m good. I managed to create a prototype of the Unseen Needles of Grace.”

“Bang!”

Mo Chuyi’s face turned livid. She slammed the table hard and sneered, “Boy, you’ve got guts!”

Never had an outsider dared to speak to her like this!

“Hey, you broke my table,” Xijiang, sharp-eyed, noticed a crack. “Quick, pay up! This table is made of the finest sandalwood, a hundred thousand, no bargain.”

Mo Chuyi’s hand trembled with rage. “Sandalwood?”

It was obviously ablatant lie!

This table had clearly been used for years. Is he deliberately trying to extort her?

Mo Chuyi wanted to slap him but held back because Xi Jiang was now favored by the Elders Council. The Unseen Needles of Grace was too important to the Mo family. She had to suppress her anger.

Xi Jiang showed no sign of backing down.

Mo Chuyi, after a moment of restraint, pulled out a check, wrote a hundred thousand on it with a cold face, and slammed it on the table.

She didn’t want to stay a second longer and left immediately.

If the soft approach didn’t work, she would use the hard approach.

If he wouldn’t drink the toast, he would drink the penalty.

She didn’t need Xi Jiang himself, just the Unseen Needles of Grace.

Father Tan, just out of the kitchen with fruits in hand, saw Mo Chuyi leaving and panicked, “Miss Chuyi!”

Mo Chuyi didn’t turn back or stop.

“What are you doing!” Father Tan was half confused, half angry. “I know you’re now a core member, but there’s still a world of difference between us and the direct line. Miss Chuyi wanted to recommend you to the Elders Council, and you drove her away?”

Father Tan felt as if he had fallen from heaven to hell.

“I need her?” Xijiang frowned, his voice turning cold. “Dad, I’ve warned you many times. I have a secret mission. I know what I’m doing, and I can stay in the Mo family on my own. Don’t interfere in my affairs, or you won’t be able to bear the consequences, and I won’t be able to protect you.”

Without waiting for Father Tan’s response, he left through the front door.

He had an appointment with Feng San to work on the complete version of the Unseen Needles of Grace and had no time for other matters.

***

The next day.

Si Fuqing flew to Sijiu City.

The annual Harmony Awards were held today. Both “Crossing the Demon Realm” and “Great Zhao Dynasty” were nominated as they were completed last year.

This was Si Fuqing’s first time participating in mainstream awards, and her fans were excitedly spreading the news. Even Sang Yanqing took it very seriously.

“Yes, this dress, you must wear this dress,” Sang Yanqing instructed the stylist, satisfied, “This look will make you a red carpet killer, full of presence. Yes, let that lock of hair down. Hey, this eyeshadow won’t do, change it to something brighter, with a bling-bling effect.”

Si Fuqing, sitting in front of the dressing mirror, had become numb to the fuss.

She slumped in the chair like a salted fish, letting the stylist do their work.

“My little junior sister is indeed beautiful.” Finally, Yuejian applied her lipstick and nodded in approval. “I wonder when I will get a junior brother-in-law.”

Si Fuqing stretched her stiff limbs, “How about you bring me a brother-in-law first?”

Yuejian raised an eyebrow, “I’ll head to the bar and grab one for you right now.”