Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 176

“What the hell?! That freak?!”

“Wait, is this the person you told me about last time? She looks nothing like the photo—way prettier than in the picture.”

The others whispered among themselves.

“Ye Shaohua… So she really is from the Ye family? How ridiculous is this?”

“Why is she in the capital now? If she shows up at the Shen family’s event, we won’t stand a chance. Someone like her—the Shens would be thrilled to let her inspect their dragon vein.”

“No kidding. I heard Elder Zhou has been begging her to check out his ancestral home, but she keeps turning him down.”

“…”

Only then did Uncle Ye and the eldest Ye brother realize they hadn’t misheard—Fu Weifeng’s friends were all talking about Ye Shaohua.

The second Ye daughter’s smile froze on her face as she turned to stare at Ye Shaohua in disbelief.

But Ye Shaohua simply gave Fu Weifeng a slight nod, as if they were acquainted. She remained unfazed by the murmurs around her, as though she was used to this kind of attention.

“Miss Ye, there’s a corpse-driving village in the northern suburbs. I heard you’ve always been interested in that sort of thing. Would you like to—” Fu Weifeng stared at her intently.

Ye Shaohua slipped her hands into her pockets and shook her head. “I have other matters to attend to.”

With that, she walked away without another word.

Fu Weifeng watched her leave, a strange frustration gnawing at him.

He had no patience left for the Ye family members, who looked like their jaws had hit the floor. He left early and returned to the Fu residence.

…

Fu Residence

Fu Jinyun and his parents sat in the main hall.

“This marriage isn’t a joke,” Madam Fu sighed, glancing at her son. After years of preparation, she wasn’t overly emotional. “The Ye family has already given their answer. That girl seems decent enough.”

Fu Jinyun sipped his tea silently before responding, “Given my condition, it’s better not to ruin her life.”

The Fu family patriarch stayed quiet. Fu Jinyun had always been mature beyond his years, and since there was little left to teach him about feng shui, their father-son relationship was distant—far less close than his bond with Fu Weifeng.

When Fu Weifeng returned, the patriarch immediately stood. “Good timing. Let’s discuss that corpse-driving village.”

Fu Weifeng greeted Fu Jinyun briefly before heading straight to the study.

Madam Fu smiled warmly at the two before turning back to Fu Jinyun. “Why don’t you at least look at the photos? The girl’s name is Shaohua—it’s a lovely name. If you really don’t agree, then—”

Clatter—

Fu Jinyun’s hand jerked, and his cup shattered on the floor.

Seeing his rare reaction, Madam Fu’s eyes lit up. “So you are willing?”

Fu Jinyun remained lost in thought, not refusing outright, which delighted her even more.

“Aunt, who did you say was arranged to marry my cousin?” Fu Weifeng suddenly turned to Madam Fu, his expression stunned.

The patriarch also paused, unsure how to respond.

Madam Fu blinked. “The Ye family’s third daughter, Ye Shaohua—the younger sister of the second daughter. The Ye family sent her details a few days ago. Do you want to see?”

She pulled up a photo on her phone and showed it to Fu Weifeng.

The moment he saw it, Fu Weifeng’s usual cold demeanor cracked into a smile. “Aunt, actually, Shaohua and I are already acquainted. We get along well. Since the Ye family’s marriage arrangement was always vague, and since my cousin isn’t interested, why not let me take his place?”

Fu Weifeng had been orphaned young, and the Fu couple had raised him as their own—especially after learning Fu Jinyun would die at twenty-two, they had transferred some of their affection to him.

This was the first time Fu Weifeng had ever asked for something.

Madam Fu hesitated, glancing at Fu Jinyun—and the teacup he had dropped. After a pause, she pressed her lips together. “Jinyun, you said yourself you didn’t want to burden a good girl. Since that’s the case, and your cousin likes her, it makes sense. You don’t have much time left anyway—it’d be cruel to tie her down. Your cousin is the better match.”

The Ye-Fu marriage arrangement had only ever been a verbal agreement. The Ye family hadn’t wanted anyone wed to Fu Jinyun, so they’d also loosely proposed a match between one of their daughters and Fu Weifeng—but that was non-binding, left to the young people’s discretion.

Only Fu Jinyun’s engagement had been set in stone.

But now that Fu Weifeng had taken a liking to Ye Shaohua, Madam Fu saw no issue.

She had long accepted Fu Jinyun’s impending death. As the family matriarch, she had deliberately distanced herself emotionally to avoid collapsing when the time came.

Fu Jinyun was used to his mother’s indifference—he had made peace with his fate long ago. After this birthday, his life would end at twenty-two.

The pity and disregard from others had seeped into his bones over the years.

Since childhood, his heart had been a still pond—he had considered himself dead for a long time.

But hearing Ye Shaohua’s name sent ripples through that stagnant water. These past three months had been the first time he’d truly felt alive.

For the first time, he wanted to be selfish.

Just this once.

Madam Fu expected her obedient, uncomplaining son to go along with it as always.

But for the first time in twenty years, Fu Jinyun refused.

“I object.”

“You object?” Madam Fu stared at him, baffled. “Why would you object?”

Fu Weifeng’s brow furrowed. “Cousin, Aunt has told me repeatedly that you despise this arranged marriage. I know you’ve never liked me, but I’ve never cared. However, I won’t back down on this. Miss Ye and I met in City S long ago. If you disagree, go ask her yourself—does she want to marry a dead man walking, or me?”