After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess - Chapter 429

After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 429 – Everyone’s lost their minds (1)

Translator : Virichime
Editor : Chu
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All four of them stopped talking and looked up.

The girl was wearing light blue denim shorts, her legs long and straight.

On top, she had on a plain white T-shirt that showed a sliver of her slim waist.

The waiter quietly backed out of the room and closed the door.

Si Fuqing took off her mask and sunglasses. “Phew, I was suffocating—hey, what’s with those looks?”

She turned her head—only to meet four pairs of wide, unblinking eyes.

“…”

The private room fell silent.

So silent that even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Dahei suddenly jumped up, his pupils dilating. “Y-you—you’re that—that—”

The club president smacked him on the back. “C-c-can you even talk properly!”

Damn it.

Now he was stuttering too.

“Wow, Huanhuan, let me hug you!” Si Fuqing stepped forward cheerfully. “You’ve got such a great figure—no wonder you’re every straight guy’s goddess. I like you too!”

Qing Huan stood there blankly, staring at the girl who was half a head taller than her, while catching a faint whiff of her cool, woody rose scent.

Her brain went crackle crackle, and then—boom! Fireworks exploded. Total system crash.

Even the usually silent Jin Shang abruptly stood up, eyes wide.

“You’re that Si Fuqing!” Dahei finally managed to squeeze out a full sentence, nearly hysterical. “Daxia’s top beauty that Qing Huan just mentioned?!”

She was right there in front of them—as if their words had summoned her.

Daxa’s divine beauty, the ultimate face of the entertainment industry.

“You guys were talking about me?” Si Fuqing tilted her head. “Why’d you suddenly bring me up?”

Qing Huan stammered, “Because I said I wanted to go see your live performance…”

No need anymore.

The person herself was right here.

And hugging her.

She was dead.

“So that’s how it is.” Si Fuqing sat down. “Don’t worry, I definitely saved tickets for you guys.”

“…”

The room was still dead silent.

After a long, long pause, the club president finally came back to his senses. “When did we even start this club again?”

“Almost seven years ago…” Qing Huan struggled to recall. “I don’t remember the exact date, but it’s been a long time.”

Almost seven years ago.

Si Fuqing had only just turned eighteen.

Which meant that when the six of them founded the club back then…

Dahei was stunned. “You—damn it, you were seriously a minor back then?!”

Si Fuqing paused, then sighed. “Actually, I…”

—died for three years and then came back in another body.

Even the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs probably hadn’t encountered something like that before.

And she had no intention of being hunted down ten streets over again.

“Xiao Lu, it’s not that we don’t believe you,” the president said solemnly, “but your age really defies science. How about this—you remember the entrance test for the club, right? Let’s run that again.”

Qing Huan immediately said, “You have to do the hardest one—use five completely different voices to say five lines.”

“Exactly!” Dahei clenched his fist. “What if you’re an impostor?”

“Alright, easy.” Si Fuqing rubbed her chin calmly—and suddenly spoke in a deep male voice:

“It’s you, damn president, always trying to dock my pay. I still need to save up to get married, and you treat me like this? I curse you to be single forever.”

The president spat out his drink.

Dahei shot his hand up in panic. “That wasn’t me! I didn’t say that!”

Sure, he thought that way about their stingy president, but he’d never dare say it aloud. He really was saving for a wedding fund.

Si Fuqing’s gaze then landed on Jin Shang. She casually switched to a cool, delicate voice:

“Shang Shang, I’ve liked you for so long. Pay attention to me, won’t you?”

Jin Shang’s face instantly turned red, his expression flustered as he glanced toward Qing Huan in disbelief.

Qing Huan grabbed Si Fuqing’s shoulder and took a deep breath. “Please—don’t use my voice to say things like that. It’s creepy. I would never say that.”

“Oh.” Si Fuqing looked back at the president thoughtfully, just about to speak.

“Stop, stop, stop!” The president cut in quickly before she could imitate him. “We believe you! You’re banned from using our voices ever again.”

To so easily mimic someone else’s voice—that kind of freakish talent could only belong to Gui Lu.

They even started to suspect Si Fuqing might be working for some intelligence agency.

This was way beyond a voice actor’s ability. More like a secret agent’s.

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