The Cannon Fodder Second Young Master Got Beaten Up

The bodyguards carefully settled Fang Yao onto the sofa. The moment they had carried her into the villa, she had felt something was wrong.

Her eyes had not stopped roaming. The vast living room held a set of antique-style rosewood furniture, and that chandelier looked expensive. Could it be sold? It was only for lighting; there was no need for one that pricey.

Fang Yao glanced out the window, took a deep breath, and covered her eyes.

I can't look anymore. If I keep looking, I won't be able to leave.

"Why did you bring me to your house?"

"Why did you bring Yao home? Didn't I tell you not to give her trouble? Why won't you listen?!" Old Master Bo had heard the commotion downstairs from his study.

Were they trying to make him too ashamed to face his old friend after he died?

Old Master Bo's face darkened as he glared at the people below.

It was only after a servant came up to tell him that Old Madam Bo and the young masters had returned that he had come down to see what was going on.

Had he just heard something?

Old Master Bo had cut Fang Yao off. At his words, the smile vanished from her face, and she began rolling up her sleeves.

What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out, you old cannon fodder.

Fang Yao was so furious that she hadn't listened to Old Master Bo at all. She simply started cursing him in her head.

"You—you—you..."

"Sorry, Sister-in-law. I need to talk to Grandpa." Pale-faced, Bo Zhe stepped forward, covered his grandfather's mouth, and dragged him into a corner.

No one knew what grandfather and grandson were muttering about. Old Master Bo kept glancing at Fang Yao.

Bo Hanmo pressed a hand to his forehead. I know we're cannon fodder. Stop calling us cannon fodder in your head—and giving us nicknames.

"Fang Yao, I don't know whether your late grandfather told you about our marriage agreement."

"When my grandfather got a call from yours, your grandfather was close to death. To put his mind at ease, my grandfather took the ID card he'd sent us earlier and registered our marriage."

"We promised your grandfather we'd make sure you never wanted for food or clothing for the rest of your life."

"So you don't have to treat us like enemies. Stop glaring. You're scaring my sister."

Bo Hanmo told Fang Yao exactly what had happened. Truth be told, when he'd learned he was married, his reaction had been much the same as hers.

He had planned to wait until Fang Yao had time to process it before going to see her. Bo Hanmo watched her sink into thought.

Still, they didn't have to get married. Couldn't they have just shown Grandpa a fake marriage certificate?

Bo Miao rolled her eyes. Big Brother, how could we not be scared? We can suddenly hear that woman's thoughts, and now we know we're cannon fodder.

Before Fang Yao could look her way, Old Madam Bo hurried over to the grandfather and grandson in the corner. This granddaughter-in-law was a little frightening, but...

Old Madam Bo was torn. She wasn't especially keen on this granddaughter-in-law, but she cared very much about the "cannon fodder" in her thoughts.

"Second Grandson, there's nothing wrong with you. Why are you acting so strange...?"

"Shut up. Did Fang Yao open her mouth just now? Did you see it?"

Just give me some money and let me live free. Now if I want to marry someone else, I'll have to come up with an excuse.

"Hahaha, I understand. I understand." Fang Yao waved a hand and laughed. Her unconcerned air left Bo Hanmo's family speechless.

"How can she say one thing and think another?" After a moment, Old Master Bo broke the silence.

He had never seen anyone lie without so much as blushing. She said one thing aloud and thought another, cursing his entire family in her head.

Breathe. Breathe. Don't get angry.

"Come now, Yao. Let me tell you, marrying my eldest grandson..."

A perfectly good marriage had turned into this. Old Master Bo gave Fang Yao an awkward smile, hoping to appeal to her feelings.

What good? He'll be dead by the end of today.

I don't want to be a widow.

Fang Yao cursed inwardly. How could the old man praise his own grandson like that without blushing? She hadn't expected the famous old master from the novel to be so shameless.

"Old Master Bo is right. Your grandson is far too outstanding. I'm not worthy of him."

Hurry up and throw a check in my face. I want to get far away from here.

Old Master Bo felt as though his heart had seized up. Why was his eldest grandson suddenly going to die?!

Seeing his grandfather on the verge of fainting from anger, Bo Hanmo helped him over to the sofa.

Bo Miao's little mouth fell open. Her future sister-in-law really dared to think anything. When she saw her grandfather glare at her, she shrank back.

Fang Yao looked at Old Master Bo and his family, inwardly on the verge of tears. She had never imagined that the family connected to her grandfather would be this bunch of cannon fodder.

What should I do?! Would it be heartless to just take the money and leave?

Old Master Bo and the others heard Fang Yao's thoughts and nodded inwardly in unison. Yes, it would be heartless. The old master had been friends with her grandfather, after all. She couldn't just leave them to die.

Bo Hanmo pressed his lips together. He still didn't believe he would die today. He glanced sidelong at his family, then let it go.

Fang Yao bit her fingernail.

They knew Grandpa, not me. And they threatened me earlier. So leaving is perfectly reasonable.

Old Madam Bo clutched her chest. Better to have the bodyguards detain Fang Yao and force the truth out of her. Wait, why does my chest hurt so much? She pressed a hand to her chest, sweat breaking out on her face from the pain. Bo Hanmo was the first to notice something was wrong with his grandmother.

"Grandma, what's wrong? Call a doctor..."

Bo Hanmo supported his grandmother, then turned to see his future wife beating up his younger brother.

What happened? I looked away for one second, and my brother got beaten up? Wait, my wife is this strong?

Bo Zhe curled up with his arms over his head. Bo Miao stood frozen with a hand outstretched. Old Master Bo hadn't expected Fang Yao to be so violent, but then he saw his wife clutching her chest. He had no attention to spare for his grandson now. Bo Zhe wouldn't die, anyway.

"Dear, what's wrong?"

"My chest suddenly started hurting."

"Why would it start hurting out of nowhere? Your checkup two days ago didn't find anything wrong."

Old Master Bo ordered a servant to call an ambulance, then sat beside Old Madam Bo and wiped away her sweat. At his words, she stopped complaining of the pain and fell into thought.

"Do you think I'm easy to bully, kid? Or does your whole family think so?"

"I was a perfectly good unmarried woman, and now I'll be a divorcée. How am I supposed to find a man?"

"And you accuse me of chasing money. So what if I am? You get to be rich because your parents are, but I can't become rich on my own?"

The smile had vanished from Fang Yao's face as Bo Zhe kept insisting she couldn't abandon his brother over money. His brother was a perfectly good young man who would end up divorced—how would he find a wife when women would look down on him?

Hearing that, Fang Yao had leaped up, pinned Bo Zhe to the floor, and unleashed the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. She had caught him completely off guard. If he hadn't taken advantage of her distraction to scramble behind the bodyguards, the ambulance would probably have been taking him away instead.

The paramedics rushed over as soon as they got the call. The moment they entered, they saw the second young master pinned to the floor and being beaten by a woman. They tried to help, but the bodyguards stopped them. Once they learned she was the future wife of the eldest young master, they ignored the second young master and went to Old Madam Bo instead.