Chapter 1295: 625 Defeat, Regret Not Starting Earlier [2 More Updates] Chapter 1295: 625 Defeat, Regret Not Starting Earlier [2 More Updates] “…”

The world had halted at that moment, with utter silence surrounding him.

All the sounds beside Si Fuqing’s ear were taken away by the last two words he heard.

As if struck harshly in the face, he staggered backward several steps, his gaze flustered as he looked up.

The girl’s eyes, sharp as a fox’s, were distinct in black and white, devoid of any emotion, no different from looking at a stranger.

Such an empty gaze carved another wound in his heart.

Si Fuqing’s mouth opened, “PK, PK…”

He just couldn’t utter that title.

The words had barely reached his lips before they cruelly sliced into his heart.

Sour, incredulous, oppressive… a surge of emotions came crashing in, and Si Fuqing found it hard to breathe.

He stared blankly, his vision blurring, his face deathly pale.

“Mr. Si Fuqing, you are mistaken, the interview is that way,” Shen Ying pointed to the door on the right, “This is Uncle Nine’s temporary office. Personal connections do not work in the group, but the proper respect for elders must not be forgotten.”

After struggling for a long time, Si Fuqing finally managed to say, “Aunty Nine.”

Miss Si truly had forgotten about Si Fuqing. Immersed in acting and learning, busy with a myriad of tasks, her memory disk had no space left for irrelevant people.

She raised an eyebrow, “Really Brother Nine’s nephew? Doesn’t look like it.”

Shen Ying smiled faintly, “I don’t think so either, Miss Si, Brother Nine is already waiting for you.”

He opened the door for Miss Si, not even leaving Si Fuqing a chance to glance inside, then closed it again.

Si Fuqing remained standing there, his brain bloodied.

The memories he had ignored became clear to him at that moment.

Like why he had seen Yu Xiheng at the “Youth With You” performance last year, and the rumor about Miss Si having a Big Sponsor.

So that’s how it was.

Si Fuqing was in a daze, until he was called for his interview.

His performance in this interview was exceedingly poor; he couldn’t demonstrate his usual capabilities.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Si Fuqing, your abilities do not meet our standards,” the HR Director returned his resume, “I hope you find a satisfactory job.”

Si Fuqing didn’t know how he left the Yu Group headquarters building.

No, this building no longer belonged to the Yu family.

Everything he had ever wanted was easily within reach, and by the age of fifteen he had known that the future of the Yu Group would be handed over to him.

But now, none of it was his anymore.

Si Fuqing, clutching his resume, left embarrassingly under the piercing gaze of the other interviewees.

**
On the rooftop of the building,
Shen Ying was counting money.

Though everything was electronic transactions these days, there was still nothing quite as comforting as a stack of cash in hand.

Feng San also received a bonus for finally raising the private desires couple’s topic follower count to over three hundred thousand.

Xi Jiang was bitterly upset, “You guys are too much! Why didn’t you include me in this profitable opportunity?”

Since he had lost twelve months’ salary to Miss Si last year, his savings had been significantly tight this year.

He still needed to save for his wife’s bank account to find a cute and beautiful girlfriend.

“As if you would share the chance to earn a bonus with us if you had one,” Feng San glanced at him, “It’s your own fault for not finding opportunities to make money.”

Xi Jiang scratched his head and decided to shed some shame, “Brothers, teach me, how can I get a bonus?”

“Slap.”

Shen Ying stuffed the counted money into his trench coat’s pocket, “Can’t teach you, you don’t have it.”

Xi Jiang was at a loss, “What do you have that I don’t?”

Feng San, “Emotional intelligence.”

Xi Jiang, “…”

He wasn’t an evolved being and couldn’t beat Shen Ying; he wanted to challenge Feng San to a fight to the death.

**
The few major issues left by the Yu Group had been efficiently resolved by Yu Xiheng in just half an hour.

He put away the files and asked, “What are we eating tonight?”

Miss Si blinked, “Let’s go eat at the food stall!”

“Oh?” Yu Xiheng looked up, “Aren’t you afraid of being surrounded and blocked by fans?”

“Shush, quietly,” Miss Si said, “You must trust your investigative and anti-stalking skills.”

Yu Xiheng stood up, “Let’s go.”

The two left the office, took the private elevator down, and exited through the back door.

“Little Nine!”

An excited voice called out, “Little Nine, wait!”

Miss Si dug at her ear and looked back at Yu Xiheng unhappily.

She almost thought someone was calling her.

Yu Xiheng didn’t say anything.

Miss Si didn’t respond either, continuing to push the wheelchair forward.