【Today's Scoop】: Elder Left passed away at 10 PM tonight at the Central Hospital due to heart disease. The Left family is in turmoil, with various factions vying for power. Why don't you all take a guess? With Elder Left gone, can Si Fuqin, who relied on the Left family to enter the entertainment industry and become a star, still survive?

With a loud "bang," a cell phone was forcefully slapped down in front of Si Fuqing.

The news above was just posted two minutes ago, and the discussion below is already very heated.

"Si Fuqing, you should know that you are not one of our Left family, and you don't bear the surname Left." It was Madam Left who spoke, her voice icy cold, "Now that Master has also passed away, you should leave the Left family, shouldn't you?"

“Do you still want to go see Grandpa? Let me make this clear, you don't deserve it!”

In the hall, all members of the Zuo family were gathered together.

They weren't paying much attention to the quiet around them, as they were seriously discussing the division of production.

And at this time, Old Master Zuo's body was pushed into the morgue.

"Let's see what people online say about you. Do you think you're very famous in the entertainment industry?" Mrs. Zuo sneered, "The Zuo family raised you for thirteen years. How do you repay us? You only know how to blacken our name."

Si Fuqin lowered his head, strange memories churning violently in his mind, pain spreading throughout him.

Her tongue pressed against her teeth, a coppery sweetness rising in her throat. After grabbing the gauze and wrapping it around her wrist that was still bleeding, she finally glanced at her phone screen.

The comments under the news have exceeded a thousand, all of them are insults.

Although some words might be harsh, I still have to say that without Old Master Zuo, I don't see how Si Fuqin will survive in the entertainment industry.

That's great news, a joyous occasion! Si Fuping is finally out of "Youth Year." How can someone who can't sing or dance be the dance instructor for a male idol audition?

She wears heavy makeup every day, I wonder what she looks like without it. When will she leave the entertainment industry!

Zuo Fu-ren saw that he ignored her, and her voice rose in pitch: "Are you deaf?!"

Only then did Si Fuqin lift his head, his voice a husky whisper tinged with lingering emotion: "Hmm?"

Today I'm wearing no makeup, just natural.

The child's features and bone structure are both extremely well-proportioned.

Porcelain white, long hair warm.

Vaguely, it's like a depiction of an ancient painting, with exquisite and alluring beauty.

He was born with a pair of alluring fox eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised and lips pursed, adding a touch of charm. Indeed, he was a perfect specimen, flawless from every angle.

Lady Zuo disliked this face the most.

These years, I have been living in fear that Si Fuqing will seduce my son.

But I don't know if something's wrong with my head, ever since Si Fuqin entered the entertainment industry, he has always painted a very heavy makeup that is neither human nor ghost.

This did give Lady Zu some worry.

Gazing at this stunning face, memories of a long time ago come to mind.

Thirteen years ago, Old Master Zou went on a business trip to Si Ji City. After returning, there was an extra five-year-old girl by his side.

It is undeniable that Si Fuqin was a lone wolf from childhood, and none of the Misses of the Zuo family could compare to her.

Master Zuo, despite facing much opposition, signed the adoption agreement and agreed to take in
the child into the Zuo family.

Under his care, Si Fucheng's treatment was no different from that of the direct line of the Left family, and even better.

Three years ago, for some unknown reason, Si Fuping wanted to enter the entertainment industry. Old Master Zou agreed and even sent her abroad to study.

But Si Fuqing's business acumen was poor, and her makeup was dreadful.

Although he has made contributions abroad and returned to develop in his home country, he is still a member of the popular idol group Starry Sky, but online, there are only black fans. Even his family has been ridiculed multiple times.

Lady Zu went out to meet with the other ladies, and was constantly asked about this matter, making her quite indignant.

If it weren't for Old Master Zuo, how could Si Fuqing have stayed at the Zuo Residence?

Si Fu leaned against the sofa, supporting her head with her hand, and the pain in her head slowly subsided.

A few seconds later, the experiment ultimately went wrong, causing an explosion and resulting in unfortunate death. The star was once again entangled with a negative news story.

This incident teaches us that when making anti-gravity armor, you should absolutely avoid drinking cola.

Stars and namesake.

Memories before the age of five are very vague. My earliest recollection began when I started living with the Zuo family.

The only thing the left family cared about was bringing back old master Zu. He said his parents had passed away, so he took care of him.

But Lao Ye was busy with business and often didn't go home.

He has always been bullied by several siblings of the Left family. This time, he was even slashed on the wrist before a dispute with the eldest grandson of the Left family, almost losing his life.

Si Fuqin lowered her eyelashes, a flash of anger in her eyes.

In my past life, I was also an orphan. Luckily, my elder sister took me back and raised me with care. Later, I became a disciple of a sect, where I encountered a group of ruthless senior brothers and sisters.

The result hasn't lived yet, "bang" and it blew itself up.

Such a skillset would likely make this entire sect unbeatable, truly worthy of the title "Ghost Weeping."

"Alright, that's enough." Zuo Tianfeng waved his hand symbolically. "Let's focus on dealing with the production issue first."

Mrs. Left glared, "Look at this, he's probably going to pin it on us."

The adoption agreement was signed by Old Master Left, and no one has the right to destroy it.

Now that Si Fucheng is also of age, if you disagree, the adoption agreement cannot be terminated.

Si Fuqing raised her gaze, and her eyes finally landed on Lady Zuof's.

There was still gauze wrapped around his wrist, seeping a bright red.

The sight was shocking, but the person seemed unaffected by pain. Their fox eyes curved into a sly smile as they turned this way and that, radiating a captivating charm.

Si Fuqin raised an eyebrow, a slow smile curving his lips: "Get lost."

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There was a moment of silence in the hall.

On the left, dozens of people also stopped talking, and looked over in surprise.

Everyone knows what Si Fuqing is like when he's at the Zuo family.

He has always been timid and submissive, not even daring to raise his head, let alone dare to threaten Lady Zuofang.

Mrs. Zuo was so angry that her eyes were bloodshot. She took two steps forward and reached out to grab the child's hand: "Si Fuqin, are you rebelling?!"

Si Fuqing tilted her head, a cold smile on her lips. From her high vantage point, she still uttered that one word: "Get lost."

Zuo Fuzi, for a moment, wasn't careful with her strength and stumbled after stepping on her high heels.

Zuo Tianfeng immediately reached out to support him and shouted sharply, "Si Fuqing!"

Si Fuqin donned his outer robe, didn't look back, and strode downstairs.

"Still got an attitude?" Zuo Fu's voice rose and fell, clearly angry. "Wait until you're out of the Zuo family, and see how you can laugh it off then. Today's score, I'll remember it!"

Zuo Tianfeng glanced back several times, then frowned.

Today, Si Fuqing seems off. Isn't he driven mad by some stimulation?

But that's none of his concern either. Si Fuping is about to be kicked out of the Left family, he has no time or heart to teach an outsider.

3rd Floor, Emergency Department.

The doctor on duty, a man in his fifties, frowned and said, “Hold out your hand.”

Si Fuqin narrowed her eyes, and made a move, very obediently.

"How could you hurt yourself like this?" The doctor untied the gauze and gasped, "What couldn't you discuss with your family? Why would you harm yourself?"

"Such a lovely young girl, yet she doesn't know how to cherish it."

Si Fuqin blinked her fox-like eyes and admitted her mistake: "Sister, I was wrong."

The child's eyes were deep and black, shining brightly. Her eyelashes were long and thick, fluttering like butterfly wings gently brushing against her cheeks.

A few strands of hair fell loose, framing the porcelain-like face sculpted with jade.

No one can refuse Si Fuping's face.

The doctor's heart sank: "I'm at the emergency room every Wednesday and Friday. If you encounter any difficult situations in the future and can't find anyone, come look for me,"

Si Fuqin's eyes lit up, and she looked sweetly docile: "Thank you, sister."

The doctor lowered his head to the wound and said angrily, "Don't be silly, sister. I'm old enough to be your mother. Sit still."

Si Fuqin: "..."

A flattering remark fell on deaf ears.

"Auntie, do you have a needle? Can you give me a shot here?" Si Fucheng said with a smile, "It's quick."

The doctor was surprised: "Can the little girl heal?"

If one can easily tell where to stop, they must have some understanding of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Si Fuping wasn't humble at all, playing it cool: "Just average, third best in the world."

Doctor: ...

Just like a child, they have developed second-year syndrome.

The doctor treated Si Fuling's wound, disinfected it, and instructed: "Don't get water on it, and don't use your left hand for strenuous exercise. Come back in a week for a change of dressing, see me directly, here are some pills."

Si Fuqing nodded in thanks, took the prescription, and went downstairs to get medicine.

He slowly reached for his WeChat wallet, and looked down.

Balance: 250.

"...."

Very good, even the numbers are laughing at this idiot who blew himself up.

Si Fuqing tucked her phone away, her expression blank as she reached the door of the pharmacy.

When was it ever this poor?

Early spring is still a bit cold, and the wind is stronger at night.

Si Fucheng wrapped her coat tighter and walked to the back door of the hospital.

There was a black car parked there, its body was scarred and old; it must have been from ten years ago.

Remember this car.

Last year, Old Master Zuo sent a car as a gift, but it was later snatched away by Miss Zuo's third daughter, leaving an old car in its place.

Si Fuqin nonchalantly pushed open the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

A small calendar was placed on the dashboard, with the dates clearly visible.

March 14, 2185 Gregorian Calendar.

Holding the calendar, he clicked his tongue: "It's 2185..."

It has been three years since he died.

I didn't expect that even possessing a corpse wouldn't be enough, and now I'm wearing clothes from three years in the future.

The past three years have been a blank slate for me. Time is neither short nor long, but it's enough to change a person.

Right now, I'm in the Da Xia Empire. It's too far from my master's sect to return.

Even if I went back, who would believe I'm alive?

Si Fuqing twisted open a bottle of Coke she had just bought from the vending machine, her smile deepening. "Whether I live or die, I'll drink you. I'm truly devoted to you,"

At 2:00 AM, the surroundings were silent. The dark night sky held no even moon or stars.

A gentle evening breeze blew in through the window, causing Si Fuqin's eyes to narrow.

The taste is fresh, light and faint, with a barely perceptible hint of aroma that masks the rest.

But having been engaged in constant fighting and killing, he was very sensitive to this smell.

Si Fuqing took another sip of Coke and screwed the cap back on.

I am broke now and don't want to waste Coca-Cola.

... and the other hand had already reached into the car for a screwdriver.

It was just a moment, and the locked car doors opened soundlessly.

A chilling, frigid breath swept in, bringing with it a sharp increase in the stench of blood.

This is a man.

She is tall and statuesque, with broad shoulders, a graceful curve to her waist, and strong, long limbs.

Just like a golden lacquered statue, it is impossible, utterly impossible to climb.

It was pitch black, and even without night vision training, Si Fuqing couldn't make out his features.

Her eyes held a hint of amusement as she tilted her head and stared at him, tossing a Coca-Cola bottle in her hand.

A god fearless and without fear, who makes even men cease their deeds.

But he didn't forget what he was supposed to do, his long back slightly leaning forward.

"Shh." His long fingers lightly grazed the surface above.

At the same time, the other hand closed the car door.

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Things to Watch Out For:

1. The entire story is a world-building exercise! It's a 1v1, double reincarnation, and double purity romance where the original protagonist is also the main character.

2. As the contemporary entertainment industry's morality watchdog, this work is anti-entertainment circle. All characters in the entertainment circle are fictional and have no real-life counterparts. Please refrain from associating them with real people.