Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Once Fu Changming made a decision, no one could change it.

Fu Liu's crying and fussing were too dramatic in his eyes, so he sent someone to teach him from beginning to end, hoping to raise a good boy before the marriage.

As for Chen Qingzhu, seeing the commander's determination, she was powerless to resist. If she continued to make trouble, neither she nor Lao Liu would get away with it.

"What are you thinking about, A-Zhuo?"

When Miss Fu heard the news that the sixth son was going to marry into the family, she was stunned, as if she had been frozen in place. Her aunt, Hu Xing, came over to check on her daughter.

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect it..."

Her father would sacrifice the boys in the family for profit, and her younger sister actually agreed to it as if it were commonplace.

In their eyes, this was the most ordinary and commonplace thing.

Fu Zhuo felt that the fog in front of her had cleared up a lot. She no longer believed that rules were unchangeable or sacred, and that all rules were made by people.

Nature can also be changed by people.

"What?" She didn't hear her daughter's last mutter.

Fu Zhuo put his arm around her waist and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing. There's a happy occasion at home, and I should go and celebrate, and help out."

The First Madam must be very tired from working alone. If she goes to help, it will be a good opportunity for both the First Madam and her younger sister.

"Then go, and listen to the Madam. Do whatever she tells you to do."

"it is good."

Fu Zhuo released her mother, nodded, and did not raise any objections; this was based on her aunt's life experience.

Even if some aspects are not suitable for her, she can simply correct the unsuitable parts.

A few days later, Cui Yan left. She needed to go back and tell her father about the marriage she had just decided on.

Fu Changming: "Niece, don't worry, I'll definitely stand by you. If your father disagrees, have him call me."

Cui Yan smiled and thanked her, but since she had a way to win over the Fu family as an ally, she naturally had a way to get her father to comply with her ideas.

When seeing Cui Yan off, it was Fu Qi and Fu Zhuo who escorted him to the train before the group returned home.

Meanwhile, Fu Jing, who had been waiting at home for a long time without getting a chance to see his father, wrote to Fang Yi again, asking her why she hadn't come yet.

Fang Yi's reply almost made Fu Jing tear the letter to shreds.

What do you mean his father, Madam Fu Qi, seems like a good person? And he shouldn't have been so rude in front of the guests.

Hopefully he will realize his mistake and correct it.

She will also plead for him and ask the general to release him.

Fu Jing was furious when he saw these provocative words. He thought Fang Yi was really stupid and couldn't find the point.

"I want to see my mother."

He was confined to his home, but he could still see his own mother. As for others, even if he wanted to see them, they might not come.

"What is it, A-Jing?" Song Wuhua entered Fu Jing's room with a worried look in his eyes, noticing the desserts he loved on the round table.

My worries lessened a bit.

In Song Wuhua's world, there is plenty to eat and drink, so things are not bad at all.

As for the rest, it depends on fate.

Fu Jing: "Mother, go find Meng Yiru and have her go find Fang Yi and persuade her to come to the manor so that Father and I can meet."

If he could just meet his father once, he could explain things clearly, and once he explained things clearly, he could be released from confinement.

After that, Fu Jing made up his mind. He would not go to military school. He believed that it was better to travel ten thousand miles than to read ten thousand books. He would seek a position in Yunyang City where he could lead troops.

Even if it wasn't the army, but just the police station, he would still go.

He will take it one step at a time, and once he has his own power, he will be able to seize power openly and legitimately.

"Meng Yiru? The girl from Sweetwater Alley?"

"Um."

Fu Jing had helped Meng Yiru before, and given that Meng Yiru was clever enough to keep Fang Yi in check, there was a good chance that Fu Jing would be able to get out of there. However, the favor he owed Meng Yiru would be gone.

It doesn't matter, as long as he comes out, personal relationships don't matter.

Because he had other feelings for Meng Yiru, he liked Meng Yiru's just-right intelligence.

Once they get together, she can openly and legitimately consider his needs and use his resources.

Seeing Fu Jing's confident and assertive demeanor, Song Wuhua was afraid he would go crazy, so she didn't dare tell him about the marriage between Lao Liu and Cui Yan.

"Okay, I'll go find it."

"You stay put."

Song Wuhua gave him a few instructions, and Fu Jing gave a perfunctory reply; his mother simply didn't understand him.

"You don't understand at all."

"I don't want to get married, I just want to study, I want to go to military academy, I want to join the army, and no one can stop me."

The second to last house in Sweetwater Alley.

The girl was 1.8 meters tall, slender, with delicate and regular features, and a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes. She stood in opposition to everyone, holding a dagger in her hand.

The dagger was pointed at her brother, whom she was holding hostage.

"Next time, if you dare to act as my master again and betroth me to someone, I'll kill him, then send you all down one by one, and finally commit suicide."

The girl's dagger was already drawing blood from the boy's neck, and his parents immediately apologized.

I begged her not to harm the roots of the Meng family.

"I swear I won't marry you off, and you won't touch your brother, Meng Nan." The old man cried and begged, looking just like a pitiful person being forced by his daughter.

But none of the neighbors, who were watching the drama unfold, pitied him.

Seeing this, the neighbor on the left jumped down from the wall and advised, "Xiaoru, listen to your aunt, put down the knife, and your parents will immediately return the betrothal money they received."

"Go study, you silly child, you'll have a bright future ahead of you, they..." the aunt whispered, "It's not worth risking your life for them."

The young girl from the Meng family was a capable person from a young age.

When he was seven years old, he got into a fight and got a job selling newspapers.

After that, he learned to read, saved money to go to school, and also contributed to his family's household expenses. In the eyes of his neighbors, he was definitely an ideal child.

Unfortunately, some people don't appreciate what they have.

Meng Yiru then moved the dagger away. She thanked her aunt and then threatened her younger brother, "Keep an eye on those two, or I'll kill you."

Meng Yaozu cried, tears streaming down his face, and nodded sobbing.

"Father, Mother, please don't do anything to my sister, or I'll really be dead."

He had previously thought that his sister was somewhat patient with him, but later he realized that he was not as important to Meng Yiru as she was to herself.

The family of three embraced and wept bitterly.

A car horn sounded.

People in the alley came out of their homes, opened their doors, and looked outside. Sure enough, there was a car, and everyone stared at it intently.

"Is this a car?"

"I've actually seen a car before."

"Who are you looking for?"

Households would occasionally look up and then look down, whispering about the newly appeared car.

The children's eyes were shining, but their parents stopped them from getting close to the toy car.

Afraid of getting beaten up.

After all, cars are precious items, and they are not as valuable as cars.

"Oh, are you looking for Xiaoru?"

The car stopped in front of Meng Yiru's house, but Meng Yiru was the only successful person in the Meng family, and everyone looked at her with envy.

Meng Yiru: "..."

She pursed her lips, straightened her sleeves, wiped her face with them, and looked nervously at the people getting off the bus.