After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 1083: Si Fuqing Is the Little Junior Sister (1)

Hearing those words, the hand that held the pen in Lang Xuan’s grasp came to a sudden halt.

He looked up, his gaze locking onto his secretary with intensity. “What did you say?”

His tone was deep and cold, tinged with urgency.

The secretary, startled, faltered. “I, I…”

“Where are the embroideries?” Lang Xuan pressed, urgency lacing his voice. “Show them to me now!”

In a flurry, the secretary scrambled to present the collected photographs.

The International Youth Art Exhibition had taken place earlier in Glenn. Although it had a niche audience, there were plenty of high-definition images and news articles circulating online.

Lang Xuan began to compare the two embroidery patterns.

The core designs were undeniably identical.

He shut his eyes for a moment, clenching his fist. At that instant, all the scattered thoughts in his mind suddenly aligned perfectly.

Ji Qingwei had not only plagiarized his junior sister’s chip design but also copied Si Fuqing’s embroidery.

These were two completely different fields, yet both involved the same core creativity.

He still had no clue how Ji Qingwei had managed to succeed in her plagiarism, but that was no longer important.

Sherlock Holmes once said that when you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

No wonder Si Fuqing felt so familiar to him—she was indeed his late Little Junior Sister!

He should have realized it sooner. Who else but his Little Junior Sister could design a chip that left him so inspired?

As this realization took over him, Lang Xuan jumped to his feet, barely taking a moment to gather his belongings, snatching up only his wallet as he rushed for the door.

The secretary was once again left awestruck by the world-class speed of a hundred-meter dash.

Stunned, he stood there, unable to keep up with Lang Xuan’s pace, only managing to shout, “President Yun!”

Lang Xuan didn’t break his stride, coldly laughing. “Tell that stupid duke he’ll be foolish for a lifetime.”

With such low intelligence, what right did he have to be at Cloud Summit? He was dragging down the average IQ of their group of siblings.

From now on, Lang Xuan decided he would keep his distance from Old Six.

The secretary was left in confusion. “???”

What on earth was happening?

Dazed, he fiddled with his phone, standing in place for what felt like an eternity until he encountered Raphael, who had hurried over after receiving news from a servant.

At this hour, the palace was already locked down. Raphael had been in his own quarters preparing to watch some variety show featuring Si Fuqing before heading to bed when the knight order informed him that Lang Xuan had bolted.

The speed at which he left was astonishing.

“What on earth did your President Yun do?” Raphael asked in surprise. “Even if he ran off, he could have at least told me. Did he leave you any message for me?”

The secretary snapped back to reality. “Ah, oh! Your Grace, President Yun did leave a message for you.”

“Speak,” Raphael nodded.

The secretary mechanically repeated Lang Xuan’s words. “Stupid duke , you’ll be foolish for a lifetime.”

Raphael’s expression twisted in disbelief.

???

He has never received such a huge insult in my life.

He glanced at the trembling secretary, pulled out his phone, and dialed Lang Xuan’s number.

After three rings, the call connected.

“What’s going on with you? Why did you suddenly insult me?” Raphael questioned. “Without me, where would you get funding? Old Four, you’re being unreasonable.”

Lang Xuan offered no explanation, simply replying with another insult. “Foolish!”

After that, he hung up and swiftly blocked Raphael’s number.

Raphael was left speechless.

Once their master returned from seclusion, he would definitely report Lang Xuan’s misconduct.

**

In the Great Xia Empire, it was early morning. Si Fuqing had flown back to North State the night before.

This morning, Mu Qingmeng had brought Ji Qingyao and JIANG Shuihan to the set of “The Nation’s Heroine.”

The news that Ji Qingyao had been adopted as the goddaughter of the Alliance Leader and his wife had already spread through the city of Sijiu.

Indeed, many were starting to entertain various thoughts.

With the fall of the Ji family and Ji Longtai and his wife expelled from Sijiu, Ji Qingyao was now an orphan without any relatives.

If one could marry her, it would be equivalent to bringing half of the Thousand Army Alliance under their control.

Several potential heirs from the Yu family, peers of Yu Yao, were eager to make their moves, especially after learning that Yu Yao had been kicked out from the Thousand Army Alliance. This desire intensified.

Mu Qingmeng was disinterested in dealing with those scheming minds, so she booked the earliest flight, preferring not to see or be bothered by them.

“Teacher Si is still resting,” Director Lu said, directing the staff to accommodate the three. “Please, have a seat and enjoy some juice.”

Mu Qingmeng nodded, settling down while taking in the scenery around her, unable to resist praising, “The crew has worked hard.”