Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

But it's a good opportunity to cut ties with my bad friends.

He'll be a married man in the future, so he should avoid suspicion to prevent his wife from getting jealous.

"Madam, the Second Master has gone out. He said we don't need to wait for him for dinner," the butler said.

Chi Yi waved for everyone to leave, maintaining the airs of the second wife of the Fu family.

Unfortunately, this is not the old house, but Fu Weiye's own villa.

Chi Yi still followed his own rules, instructing the steward to call him Second Madam and Fu Weiye Second Master.

Fu Yujin and Chixing are still called Young Master and Young Madam, but he insists on being called Second Madam, which makes him sound superior to Chixing.

I went downstairs for dinner but still didn't see Fu Weiye. I sighed and thought, "The big villain is always so busy."

They must be busy seizing power. As the saying goes, once you've established a family, it's time to establish a career.

The man, on whom people were expected to settle down and start a family, was standing at the door of a dilapidated rented room.

The rusty green-painted iron gate, the walls covered with various small advertisements, and the dark and cramped corridor were all places he had never seen in his life.

He knocked on the door, and a clear, pleasant voice came from inside:

"Who?"

Fu Weiye didn't speak, but knocked again, and the sound of limping footsteps clearly reached his ears.

The door opened, and the boy saw Fu Weiye, his eyes widening: "You, what are you doing here?"

Fu Weiye pushed the door open, closed it, picked the person up, and carried them to the sofa.

"Put me down, what are you doing? We've already broken up."

Upon hearing these words, Fu Weiye paused, but then hugged the person even tighter, his words filled with remorse:

"I'm sorry, Hu Qiao. I had no choice but to break up with you. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He once thought he would completely sever ties with Hu Qiao, just like he would with any other breakup.

He gave money, houses, and cars to other people, but with Hu Qiao, he even broke up with her through a phone screen.

Hu Qiao didn't speak, but his body trembled. He lowered his head and let the tears fall onto the back of his hand.

When he first entered society, he had a hard time making money. Hearing that bars were a quick way to earn money, he went for an interview.

Hu Qiao really just wanted to make quick money, but he didn't expect the bar to be such a mixed bag. Because he was good-looking, he was forced to drink alcohol that very day.

It was Fu Weiye who came to his rescue, and afterwards he came to see him for several days in a row, buying wine from him... and even pursuing him.

Hu Qiao was starved for love and believed his sweet words.

However, less than a month into their relationship, Fu Weiye broke up with her and married a young master.

Hu Qiao realized he had been deceived. How could someone like him daydream and naively believe that a rich young man would like him?

"My marriage to him was an arranged marriage between our families. Our two families had a marriage agreement long ago, which was originally for my nephew."

He...he didn't keep the marriage agreement, so it's up to me. I'm sorry, Hu Qiao. I promise I'll resolve this quickly. I truly only love you.

These words made Hu Qiao, who was feeling sad, clench her fists.

Fu Weiye thought he believed him, so he sat down on the sofa with him in his arms and coaxed him softly:

"Don't cry, baby. It breaks my heart to see you cry. It's my fault. You can hit me or yell at me, but if all else fails, I'll take my heart out and show it to you. It'll be filled with you..."

To prevent him from saying anything even more disgusting, Hu Qiao glared at him angrily with teary eyes:

"How can you live if your heart is ripped out?"

Fu Weiye smiled and said, "If I can put my Qiao'er at ease, I will die without regrets."

Hu Qiao raised her hand and gently punched his chest, then leaned against him and whispered:

"You're already married, why are you still coming to me? Does that make me a mistress? Go back, I can't ruin things between you two."

He said it with a sense of grievance, but Fu Weiye knew he was speaking from the heart.

This silly girl didn't want anything from him when she was with him. She didn't ask him for money, a house, or even the car he was given to drive.

It was for this reason that Fu Weiye felt guilty, believing that there was no better person in the world than Hu Qiao.

“Fool, how could you be so foolish? Wait a little longer. Once I have the funds, I will divorce him. You are the only one in my heart, and I only love you. Besides, we got together first. He is the mistress.”

Hu Qiao: ...

Fu Weiye continued, "You don't know, but Chi Yi was actually with me for a reason. He was after our Fu family's money."

“He also asked me to compete with Fu Yujin for the position. You may not know Fu Yujin, but he is my nephew. My father taught him how to manage the company when he was alive. He is the most capable in our family.”

Hu Qiao looked conflicted: "This, this isn't quite right. That's your nephew. Aren't they both members of the Fu family? Why would he want to take his place?"

Fu Weiye thought Hu Qiao was a simple and innocent child, so he didn't hide anything from him.

"The position of head of the Fu family has been passed down for a long time. Whoever is the head of the family is the one to be obeyed. My father used to be the head."

Hu Qiao looked at him with her clear, big eyes: "So, do you want that position? You sound very busy."

"Of course I'm busy. Not only do I have to be the president and manage all the companies under the group, but I also have to deal with interpersonal relationships, business negotiations, and all kinds of drinking parties. The most annoying thing is that I have to have meetings almost every day, and even on weekends I have to have video conferences."

Fu Weiye felt he couldn't do these things, and he frowned just talking about it.

Hu Qiao chuckled: "If you don't want to do it, then don't. Do you think your nephew will take back your assets? Will he take back your position in the company? Will he kick you out of the house?"

"How could that be? I'm his uncle, and my older brother and sister-in-law are still alive. How could I do such a thing?"

He added in his mind that if Fu Yujin didn't have children, then his son would be the next head of the family. Even though the child called him "uncle," he was still his offspring.

Hu Qiao gave him a reproachful look: "That's it then. You said your nephew wouldn't drive you away, so why are you trying to seize the position of family head?"

This made a lot of sense, and Fu Weiye couldn't help but think about it deeply.

He's just had a bad investment now; he won't invest again next time. Once the company's dividends come in this year, he won't be short of money.

At that time, he will still be the second master of the Fu family, as carefree and unrestrained as before.

On the contrary, if the group were handed over to him to manage, not to mention the tedious work, given his own limited abilities, the group would probably be ruined in his hands.

What's the point of him being the head of the family if the group is gone?

Fu Weiye suddenly lowered his head, kissed Hu Qiao hard on the cheek, and laughed loudly:

"You're absolutely right, my darling. You've hit the nail on the head."

Hu Qiao laughed and asked, "So, are you still going to fight for that spot?"

Fu Weiye shook his head: "I won't steal it anymore, I'll listen to you from now on."

"I'll make you suffer for now. Once I divorce Chi Yi, I'll marry you in style."