Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 540: Hacker 533, who doesn’t know ancient martial arts, is not a good Da Shen (an expert in a field) (8) 4 more updates

Chapter 540: Hacker 533, who doesn’t know ancient martial arts, is not a good Da Shen (an expert in a field) (8) 4 more updates

When these words were spoken, even Fei Zhe put down his chopsticks.

Ma Chunhong glanced at the grand-aunt, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared, "Children and grandchildren will have their own fortune; it’s not something we can worry about."

"What do you mean we can’t worry about it? Ask Fuyou, what do the young lads at their place fancy," Grand-aunt’s background was much higher than Ma Chunhong’s; she’s still a high school teacher and has never looked up to Ma Chunhong’s junior high school diploma, "With her qualifications, she won’t find any truly decent young men."

Ye Shaohua thought of the original body’s situation and involuntarily stopped in her tracks.

She looked at the grand-aunt and suddenly smiled, "Grand-aunt, don’t trouble yourself, I already have a boyfriend."

The grand-aunt was taken aback, "What?"

Ye Shaohua didn’t bother with her and went straight into her room, closing the door behind her.

"Chunhong, did you know about this?" Grand-aunt looked at Ma Chunhong’s surprised face and understood, "Young people these days just do as they please, Chunhong, you have to keep an eye on your Shaohua. She’s gotten a boyfriend and you don’t even know, don’t let something happen without you knowing."

Ma Chunhong’s face was very pale.

"Big brother, did you need Xiaoxiao for something?" After dinner, Ye Fuyou and another person left, and Ye Fuming saw them out.

Seeing that Ma Chunhong wasn’t speaking, Ye Fuming couldn’t help but speak up to break the awkward silence.

Hearing Ye Fuming’s words, Ye Fuyou waved his hand, "You don’t understand these things."

Ye Fuming was silenced for a moment and decided not to say anything more.

After closing the door, even the usually mild-tempered Ma Chunhong couldn’t help but get angry, "What kind of relatives are these? I’m telling you, Ye Fuming, don’t let them in again next time!"

Ye Fuming immediately tried to soothe her, "Alright, alright, definitely not."

He consoled her for a good while before Ma Chunhong calmed down.

Then she remembered the matter about Ye Shaohua.

"Dad Ye, what’s this about a boyfriend?" She held a rag in one hand while knocking on Ye Shaohua’s room door with the other.

Ye Shaohua paused for a moment, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, "Well... it’s just that. Mom, I’ll tell you when the time is right."

Ma Chunhong was dumbfounded.

Inside the room, Fei Zhe was looking seriously at the computer screen.

Ye Shaohua casually flipped through a book from Fei Zhe’s backpack, "Who gave this to you?"

"That Uncle Yao," Fei Zhe replied without looking up.

"The technology is still too outdated," Ye Shaohua casually leafed through the book before tossing it to the side, "I might as well work overtime."

With that, she took out her own computer.

Only then did Fei Zhe glance sideways at the book Ye Shaohua had discarded, his mouth twitching slightly, wondering what Mom and Uncle Yao would think upon seeing the book treated so carelessly by Ye Shaohua.

"By the way, you should know about the Feng Family people and that Xiu Dong, right?" Ye Shaohua asked casually.

"I know," Fei Zhe didn’t hide anything from Ye Shaohua, "My mom just sent me an email, saying that I am part of this generation of the Feng Family and mentioned that someone might come to take me back to the Feng Family in a few days."

Ye Shaohua’s hand paused, her eyebrows furrowing, "In a few days?"

"But I don’t want to go back," Fei Zhe scoffed coldly, "My mom doesn’t know, but Dad Ye, you’ve researched the Feng Family. My maternal grandfather was cast out by the Feng Family. When his martial arts were destroyed, they were too afraid to take him in because of the Jiang Family. Now that the Jiang Family holds no grudges, the Feng Family is lying low, and they think I might have inherited my grandfather’s talents, so they’ve come to fetch me. But I don’t believe they’ve just found me now."

"I wouldn’t even know if I’d still exist if it weren’t for Grandma, when my mom had no place to turn," he suddenly looked at Ye Shaohua, "Dad Ye, you wouldn’t abandon me, would you?"

"Don’t worry, your Dad Ye is, after all, your Dad Ye." Ye Shaohua was satisfied.

This kid still had a lot of conscious.

Fei Zhe knew she always kept her word, and hearing her assurance, he immediately felt relieved.

As she pondered, she replied to a Whatsapp message.

**

Ye Shaohua prepared to leave the house early the next morning.

She woke up earlier than usual.

"Shaohua, someone’s knocking," Ma Chunhong called out loudly from the kitchen.

Ye Shaohua sluggishly went to answer the door.

The person knocking outside seemed to be getting impatient, each knock louder than the last; Ye Shaohua opened the door with a cold face.

Two men stood outside.

"Who is it?" Ma Chunhong wiped her hands and came out from the kitchen.

Seeing two strangers, she looked puzzled.

"Is this Ye Fuming’s place?" The middle-aged man in front took a step back involuntarily when he saw Ma Chunhong approaching.

There was an obvious disdain in his gaze.

Ma Chunhong hesitated but nodded, "Yes, did you come to...?"

"Then it’s correct. I am Fei Zhe’s uncle, here to take Fei Zhe back home," the middle-aged man looked at Ma Chunhong, "Xiaoxiao should have informed you. Call Fei Zhe out, and you’ll know who I am."

Ma Chunhong, hearing him mention Fei Xiaoxiao, doubted less.

Then she called Fei Zhe out.

"Who are you guys?" Fei Zhe glanced at the middle-aged man and then hid behind Ye Shaohua.

The middle-aged man lit up at the sight of Fei Zhe, "You must be Xiaozhe. I am your uncle, here to take you back to the Feng family’s big house. You should know who I am, right?"

Without responding, Fei Zhe declared, "Dad Ye, I don’t recognize him."

Ye Shaohua drawled leisurely, "Some people still think they’re the President or RMB."

The middle-aged man’s expression changed, "You..."

"Fei Zhe, call your mom; then you’ll know I am your uncle. I’m here to take you home..."

"This is my home," Fei Zhe glanced at him warily.

The middle-aged man thought this task would be very easy, never expecting to encounter such difficulty.

He looked at Ye Shaohua, his gaze darkening slightly. What kind of child was this disobedient? Clearly, it was this family that taught the child such things. A fine child had been turned into this. He could no longer stay in such a family.

A barely perceptible energy began to form around him, "Xiaozhe, you don’t understand," he said, looking directly at Ye Shaohua, "I have seen many people like you. I didn’t want to quibble with you..."

"As you wish," Ye Shaohua looked at him slowly, her beautiful eyes narrowing and turning cold, "Hurry up and leave, your Dad Ye doesn’t have time to entertain you."