Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 177

“Let’s not discuss this further,” Fu Jinyun said calmly as he stood up. “I won’t marry anyone. As for you—you already have a verbal agreement with the second Ye daughter. Wouldn’t breaking that arrangement now be inappropriate?”

The Fu patriarch and parents exchanged uneasy glances.

The situation had become absurd. Who could have predicted these two, who had always kept their distance, would clash over the Ye family like this?

“We’ll proceed with the original arrangement,” the Fu patriarch finally declared. “Though ultimately, we should consider the Ye family’s stance.”

He glanced at Fu Jinyun and sighed.

Neither he nor Madam Fu could make this decision. Favoring either side would be unfair—one was their biological son, the other might as well have been.

While they claimed to defer to the Ye family’s opinion, their implicit bias toward Fu Weifeng was obvious.

After all, no sane person would willingly marry a dying man.

…

Ye Shaohua and Ye Ming left the Ye residence early that morning. Ning Zhou had also come to the capital.

“Master Ye!” Ning Zhou greeted her excitedly, then frowned. “Huh? Fu Heng said you returned with Master Fu.”

“He’s an actual master, not some idle guy like you,” Ye Ming joked, clapping Ning Zhou’s shoulder.

Ning Zhou rolled his eyes. “Idle? My father assigned me to manage the capital branch!”

While dining at a restaurant, Ning Zhou received a call. After listening, his expression darkened. “Master Ye, something’s happened to my cousin. I need to check on her.”

Ye Shaohua nodded. She had intended to accompany him when Uncle Ye’s call interrupted.

The call was clearly about the Fu family matter.

When the Fu patriarch relayed Fu Weifeng’s proposal to the Ye family, the second Ye daughter dropped her teacup in shock.

Their original plan—marrying Ye Shaohua to the doomed Fu Jinyun—had been set. The Ye family would never sacrifice their prized second daughter.

But after today’s call from the Fus, the Ye patriarch’s tone shifted completely.

Though resentful, the second daughter stayed silent, prioritizing family interests. Now aware of Ye Shaohua’s status in the metaphysical world—and her considerable skill—she privately blamed her for hiding this fact.

“We arranged your marriage to the Fu family, but the choice is yours,” the Ye patriarch said gently from his seat of authority. “The Fu heir has been prophesied since birth to die before twenty-two.”

“Die before twenty-two?” Ye Shaohua’s fingers clenched. “Who are you talking about?”

“Fu Jinyun. You wouldn’t know—he’s reclusive, rarely seen.” The patriarch sighed. “The Fu family called earlier. Between Fu Weifeng and Fu Jinyun, who do you prefer? I heard you and Weifeng got along well during your travels.”

Ye Shaohua’s mind reeled from the revelation about Fu Jinyun.

“I’m not close to Fu Weifeng,” she stated, rising abruptly. “If anything, I know Fu Jinyun better.”

“Don’t be foolish! Fu Jinyun won’t live past twenty-two, while Weifeng was raised to lead the Fu clan!” The patriarch’s voice rose in frustration.

He acknowledged Fu Jinyun’s brilliance—but only if the man were healthy. With mere months left to live, the choice was obvious. Ye Shaohua held all the cards; he couldn’t let her throw them away.

“I know what I’m doing.” Ye Shaohua headed for the door. “I’ll take my leave.”

The second daughter’s dark expression shifted instantly. Though thrilled by the refusal, she pretended concern, offering hollow pleas for Ye Shaohua to stay.

Only after Ye Shaohua departed did she sigh—masking her private glee at the other’s “stupidity.”

Ye Shaohua’s gaze darkened. Her investigations into the Ye family had yielded clues, but Fu Jinyun’s situation blindsided her.

“Do you realize your mistake?” The patriarch’s patience wore thin. He recognized her talent but couldn’t fathom her rejecting such a simple choice. Fu Jinyun had been treated as dead since childhood—what could he offer compared to Fu Weifeng’s future leadership?

Her outsider upbringing must be to blame. A proper Ye family education would have shown her the obvious path.

As Ye Shaohua disappeared without heeding him, the patriarch’s composure broke. He collapsed into his chair, chest burning with anger. “Ungrateful wretch!”

“Elder, don’t upset yourself,” the second daughter soothed. “She’ll come around.”

The patriarch remained silent, his face stormy. He’d once considered letting Ye Shaohua co-manage the family with the eldest son. Now? Never.

Every word had been for her benefit—to steer her toward the Fu family’s power structure. Yet she’d fled as if persecuted, rejecting his guidance.

He ordered no further contact. Let her learn this lesson the hard way. When regret came, she could weep at his doorstep.