Chapter 5: Yu Xiheng, Courtesy Name Shiyan

The voice was very pleasant, with every intonation just right.

It was as if the sound of plum rain was falling beside her ears, and Si Fuqing's body suddenly tensed up.

Her legs hadn't fully recovered yet and were slightly stiff.

The man half-opened his sleepy eyes, his pupils deep and unreadable, and smiled faintly.

But the smile did not reach his eyes, which only reflected a slightly cool snow-like chill.

From the side, Si Fuqing could see his perfectly sculpted chin and his slender neck with smooth lines.

The dim lighting in the car cast shadows over his face, making it flicker between clarity and obscurity, yet it could not conceal his striking handsomeness.

As white as the frost and snow on a mountaintop, as bright as the moon flowing among the clouds.

Si Fuqing keenly sensed a certain aura emanating from the man. Although he quickly retracted it, she still caught it.

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

That was undoubtedly the presence of someone who had been on the battlefield and taken lives.

But this was not something she should dwell on at the moment.

Si Fuqing took a deep breath—not out of fear, but because her legs were truly weak.

Damn it.

She was going to beat him up when she got home.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Si Fuqing pinched an acupuncture point on her leg, forcing herself to regain control. She immediately stood up with the help of the car door. "Thank you very much, sir. If we meet again, I'll make it up to you. Bye."

Sitting on a man's lap was nothing to be proud of, and this was the first time Si Fuqing had experienced such a situation.

However, she had heard from her battle-hardened third sister that in such cases, the best strategy was to run away and absolutely not take responsibility.

So, she decisively bolted.

As she ran, she casually muttered, "Feels pretty good."

Yu Xiheng's gaze darkened slightly.

Just then, Shen Xingjun finished his call and turned around, catching sight of this scene. His expression changed instantly.

"Shiyan, are your legs okay? You're in a critical stage of treatment—they can't handle any pressure."

He looked outside but found that the girl had already disappeared without a trace. He frowned.

He and Yu Xiheng had been childhood friends, and he knew that Yu Xiheng had difficulty walking since birth and needed a wheelchair to get around.

But this wasn't Beijing, and almost no one here knew Yu Xiheng. Who would deliberately target his legs?

Yu Xiheng sat still, casually smoothing out the wrinkles on his trousers. "It's fine, she was very light."

After a pause, he clasped his fingers into a ring and tapped his palm lightly, his tone calm and unreadable. "It felt good."

Shen Xingjun: "???"

What exactly felt good?

He was confused, but Yu Xiheng was always hard to read, his thoughts unfathomable.

Shen Xingjun had no choice but to move on. "I've made the arrangements. They want you to go in person. You must be careful."

Yu Xiheng nodded slightly, closed his eyes to rest, and said indifferently, "Thank you for the trouble."

Shen Xingjun shook his head with a smile. "I've been around you for so long that I've even picked up some of your ancient way of speaking. Others probably get tired just listening to you talk."

His gaze fell on Yu Xiheng's legs, and he sighed softly.

He had met many people in high society and was familiar with the young masters and ladies from both large and small families.

But in the entire city, Yu Xiheng was probably the only one who carried the air of a true nobleman.

He had an effortless grace, elegance, and dignity that ordinary people couldn't replicate—he was truly untouchable.

And yet, such a refined gentleman, as elegant as an orchid in a secluded valley, carried an undercurrent of cruelty and ruthlessness.

Shen Xingjun had grown up alongside Yu Xiheng and knew how famous he had once been.

The only regret was Yu Xiheng's legs.

He couldn't stand and relied on a wheelchair for mobility.

His health had never been great and required constant medication.

For any man, this was a devastating blow.

Shen Xingjun had sought out many renowned doctors from Daxia and even abroad, but all had been helpless.

They all said it was a congenital defect, an incurable condition from birth.

An elderly Chinese doctor once prescribed a treatment, but unfortunately, the required herbs had long since disappeared.

It was no wonder that Sijiu City had given up on Yu Xiheng, chosen another heir, and exiled him to a branch family.

After all, how could a disabled man be qualified to inherit the Yu family?

Yu Xiheng, however, never seemed to care, as if such trivial matters were beneath his concern.

But Shen Xingjun was unwilling to give up, so a few days ago, he contacted the witch doctors of Nanzhou in Daxia.

Even if he didn't fully believe in their abilities, it was worth trying.

If even the Nanzhou witch doctors failed, then Yu Xiheng's legs might truly be beyond saving.

Shen Xingjun frowned again. "Shiyan, where did you go yesterday? I see scratches on your hand."

Although Lincheng was far from Sijiu City, there was no guarantee that no one was following them.

Yu Xiheng was bound to a wheelchair, which made him vulnerable if targeted.

"I ran into a fox," Yu Xiheng said calmly. "Had a little conflict."

"A fox?" Shen Xingjun was stunned. "There are foxes in Lincheng? What color was it?"

Yu Xiheng replied concisely, "Depends on her mood."

One second, she was fierce toward him; the next, she was acting all innocent—she really changed like the wind.

Shen Xingjun was puzzled. "A chameleon fox? Is there such a thing?"

He had only ever heard of chameleons.

Yu Xiheng simply hummed in response.

"That's rare. I'll have to take a picture if we see it again tomorrow," Shen Xingjun said. "Shiyan, we're meeting the witch doctor at the end of the month. It may not go smoothly. Do you want to bring in some people from Sijiu City?"

"No need." Yu Xiheng's words were few, but they carried weight. "Hire a new batch of bodyguards."

Shen Xingjun considered it and agreed. "Good idea. It will reduce the risk of exposing your identity. I'll handle it immediately."

——

By the time Si Fuqing left the supermarket, it was already dark.

She carried a large bag of groceries in one hand and held a cutting board under her arm, looking like a butcher ready to sell pork.

Around her, people were rushing home, but a few turned their heads to take a second glance at her.

Evening was when playboys came out, and there was a nightclub across from the supermarket.

A few young men were gathered around another man as they exited the club. One of them turned his head and caught sight of an absolutely stunning face.

It was only a fleeting glimpse, but it was breathtaking.

"Shit, A-Yao, look at that girl," he nudged the man beside him and whistled. "She's gorgeous. Whose daughter is she?"

"Could she be a celebrity? There aren't many people in the city who can compare to her. Why haven't I seen her before?"

The young man remained indifferent, not even raising his head.

"Could be anyone," another one scoffed, laughing. "It can't possibly be Si Fuqing—the one who keeps chasing after Brother Yao."