After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

F{h*F5*-Dp Everyone Abandoned, Godfather! (2)

Ji Qingwei scrambled to her feet and ran out in a panic.

The secretary tapped on her earpiece and coldly commanded, “Follow her.”

The entire Muston Dukedom belonged to the Duke of Muston, leaving Ji Qingwei with nowhere to run.

After escaping, she dialed Yu Yao’s number several times, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, she managed to intercept the Yu family on the road to the airport.

“Brother Yao!” Seeing Yu Yao, she clung to him as if he were her last lifeline. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, “Brother Yao, please take me away. I don’t need anything, just a meal to eat. The plagiarism wasn’t my idea—it was my parents who made me do it. It has nothing to do with me.”

Her eyes were filled with desperation, making Yu Yao feel conflicted.

Despite being warned by the old master of the Yu family, seeing Ji Qingwei kneel before him and plead like this made it difficult for him to harden his heart.

After all, they had grown up together as childhood friends. Over a decade of feelings couldn’t be severed so easily.

After a long moment of hesitation, Yu Yao finally stepped out of the car.

Old Master Yu was furious, calling out his name in full, “Yu Yao!”

“Grandfather, she has nothing left.” Yu Yao pressed his lips together. “It won’t make any difference for our family to support one more person.”

These words only enraged Old Master Yu further. “Do you have any idea who she has offended? If they come after her, can the Yu family protect her?”

Yu Yao froze.

It was true.

Above the Clouds was not someone the Yu family could oppose.

Ji Qingwei had been blacklisted by the International Arts Association, barred from taking the international joint examination, and sued by Above the Clouds for plagiarizing their chip designs from over the years.

Yu Yao couldn’t understand how Ji Qingwei had fallen so low.

Tears blurred Ji Qingwei’s eyes as she looked at him. “Brother Yao, I know I’ve made many mistakes, but I’ve always been sincere with you. I would rather die to save you. Have you forgotten?”

She had no one left but Yu Yao. Only he could save her.

She didn’t want to die.

“Yu Yao, let me be clear,” Old Master Yu’s voice was cold. “If you want to take her with you, then you can leave the Yu family too. I’m not dead yet, don’t think I can’t replace you as the heir! There are plenty of Yu family members—you think you’re irreplaceable?”

These words jolted Yu Yao awake.

If he were expelled from the Yu family, all his privileges would vanish.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Yao slowly pried Ji Qingwei’s hands off him, one finger at a time. “I’m sorry, you brought this upon yourself.”

That single sentence plunged Ji Qingwei into utter despair.

In that moment, she felt all the luck she once had drain away completely, leaving nothing behind.

Ji Qingwei let out a piercing scream.

“Go, go now.” Old Madam Yu clutched her chest, struggling to breathe. “She’s like a madwoman. Don’t let her get her hands on you.”

Old Master Yu shoved Yu Yao back into the car, and it sped off, leaving Ji Qingwei kneeling on the side of the road, enduring the stares of passing pedestrians that felt like daggers piercing her skin.

She laughed and cried simultaneously.

It was over. Completely over.

Even Yu Yao had abandoned her. It turned out that what they all cared about was nothing more than personal gain.

Starving from days without food, Ji Qingwei’s stomach growled in protest.

Her bank account was frozen, and with the little money she had left, she bought a meal from a convenience store.@@novelbin@@

She devoured it greedily, but the food was tasteless, like chewing wax.

Her sense of taste was gone!

Ji Qingwei’s heart clenched in panic, and she slammed her fist against the wall, but the pain was faint.

Her sense of touch was fading too!

Losing all five senses—was this the first backlash she had to endure?

But hadn’t she suffered enough already?

Everyone had left her, even her once-doting parents, Ji Longtai couple, and the always-favoring Yu Yao.

Wasn’t that punishment enough?!

Ji Qingwei broke down, devastated.

If she had known that one day Si Fuqing would reclaim her luck, she would never have agreed to her godfather’s plan.

But her godfather had assured her—reclaiming luck wasn’t supposed to be possible.

How had Si Fuqing managed to turn the tables?

Before her stood a massive billboard, displaying the promotional material for Yunshang’s latest press conference. As expected, Si Fuqing’s face was prominently featured.

Ji Qingwei stared blankly at Si Fuqing’s image, and finally, regret washed over her.

But it wasn’t regret for taking Si Fuqing’s luck—it was regret for failing to hold onto it.

If she still had that luck, she believed she too could have millions of fans and global fame, just like Si Fuqing.

That fame should have been hers!

Ji Qingwei felt her vision rapidly deteriorating, making it hard to see the person on the billboard clearly.

At the same time, the sounds around her grew increasingly chaotic.

Losing all five senses—this was a fate worse than death.

She didn’t want to live like this.

At this moment, Ji Qingwei’s hatred for Si Fuqing reached its peak.

If given the chance, she would make Si Fuqing experience this same suffering.

Just then, Ji Qingwei sensed a gentle and all-encompassing aura slowly approaching her.

It felt as if she were bathed in the warmth of spring, and the pain from her wounds began to fade.

“God…Godfather!”

Her vision had nearly gone completely blurry, but she trusted her instincts. She knew she wasn’t wrong.

Her godfather had come.

Once again, he had appeared when she had no one else to rely on!

Ji Qingwei was overwhelmed with emotion, struggling to stand as she called out, “Godfather! Godfather!”

Her godfather possessed extraordinary abilities. If he had been able to forcibly transfer the Lady of Luck’s luck to her before, he could do it again now!

“My poor child, I was gone for only a little while, and you’ve already starved yourself into this state?” A hand gently stroked her head, and the voice that followed was filled with infinite compassion, like a soft chant of mercy. “Do you need my help?”