Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 402 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 97

The midday sun is a bit too bright. It was a bit cool in the morning, but now I feel hot even wearing a light jacket.

There were many parents standing at the entrance; this was the busiest time.

Some parents, getting impatient while waiting by the roadside, simply squatted down outside the storefronts, fanning themselves with paper.

“Your mother said she gave me a lot of money, but she won’t send me any this month. I just don’t have any money this month.” Old Fu stood in the crowd, his dark skin sweating, his face extremely serious.

Fu Ci felt dizzy under the sunlight, so he squinted and listened silently to Lao Fu's words.

“Ever since your mother went out, she’s really become too independent. She won’t listen to me when I talk to her. What kind of behavior is this?” Old Fu became angrier and angrier as he spoke.

Compared to the parents around him, he was simply outrageous.

Although the other parents were dressed simply, they were all clean and tidy, or at least dressed up a little.

After all, when picking up children from school, with so many people watching, if a child comes dressed sloppily, it will definitely affect their image in class.

Old Fu's clothes were loose and baggy, his coat was wrinkled and yellow, and it looked like it hadn't been washed in ages; he must have just grabbed it when he went out.

He didn't wear his shoes properly, turning a good pair of shoes into slippers. He didn't tie the shoelaces properly, and there was a lot of dirt stuck to the surface of the shoes.

Someone who didn't know better might mistake him for a beggar.

"Your mother is such a heartless woman. She knows I'm too embarrassed to eat at Old Jiang's place, so now I have to mooch meals from his family. I have my pride too, you know?" Old Fu clapped his hands forcefully, as if trying to express all the grievances in his heart.

He looked at Fu Ci with an extremely serious expression. "Did you think your father came here to ask you for money? Your father isn't that kind of beast. Although your father doesn't take care of his children, you are the only son in our family, and your father can't hold you back."

Old Fu frowned deeply. "Your mother said your sister still has a lot of money. Do you know which class she's in? Tell her to take the money and come out right away."

Fu Ci, who had just been completely unconcerned, suddenly turned ugly.

"She has no money."

“She has no money? How could she have no money? Didn’t your mother say she made a lot of money? She hasn’t brought a single penny home.”

"That ungrateful wretch! She makes so much money but doesn't even try to help her family. She only bought a few things for your mother; she hasn't even considered shouldering any of the burdens of the household."

"Alright, don't worry about that now. Just call her out. Once she's out, you can go back to your classroom and study."

“I told you she has no money.” Fu Ci looked at him coldly.

"Don't help her anymore. If it weren't for her, you would be living a better life now, you know? If you had used the money that was spent on her on yourself, you wouldn't be so exhausted now."

Old Fu knew that Fu Ci couldn't possibly call Song Xinyi out, so he pushed Fu Ci aside and tried to walk into the school.

“It’s okay if it’s inconvenient for you, Dad will go find it himself. Dad doesn’t believe that such a big school can’t find a single student.”

But before he could take more than a few steps, Fu Ci grabbed him.

Old Fu frowned and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

He tried to walk back into the school, but Fu Ci pushed him hard, and he fell to the ground.

Old Fu's face went blank for a moment, drawing the attention of everyone around him.

His face immediately darkened, and he roared, "Are you crazy? I'm your father!"

Fu Ci looked down at him and said, "I already told you she has no money."

“Since she has no money, I will give her money. She is my daughter, and it hurts me to see her not doing well!” Old Fu got up from the ground and wanted to go back into the school.

Fu Ci blocked him firmly, preventing him from entering, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.

Old Fu, panting, said, "Don't forget your surname is Fu. Did she share all the money she earned with you? You've done so much for her, she might still resent you."

Old Fu shouted viciously, "You and your mother have both been deceived by this ungrateful wretch! Do you know that when she was little, she cursed you to die, saying that the family only gave you meat to eat, but not her, and that we only cared about you, not her!"

“She calls you ‘Big Brother’ all the time now. Do you know how much she resents you? A few years ago, when I asked her to marry you off, she threatened to kill you if I did. She wanted to make the Fu family line die out. Do you know that?”

The students passing by all looked at this side with curiosity.

As they passed by, the parents took the opportunity to lead their child to the other side.

"Stop looking, stop looking, let's go."

This is a family matter; if someone goes berserk and starts attacking people randomly, that's no joke.

Old Fu kept throwing a tantrum on the ground, and a passing teacher came to persuade him: "This parent, please talk things out. Don't make a scene at the door, there are so many students watching."

He may have had a good time throwing a tantrum, but it seriously damaged the school's image.

"Hey kid, you're the one in your senior year of high school, right? Is this your dad? You should keep an eye on him."

“Yes, he keeps yelling and shouting here, it’s not a good solution.”

Several male teachers stood by, watching helplessly as Lao Fu rolled around on the ground.

"They've ruined our school's image."

"Let me see Song Xianyin!"

"Who is Song Xianyin? Let him see her!" the teacher said anxiously. Seeing more and more parents gathering at the door, his heart pounded with anxiety.

"What's going on? Get up right now, there are so many people standing here."

Old Fu cried and screamed, "Give me the money!"

Fu Ci's face was frighteningly cold.

There are many shops near the school, and the closest shop has several iron bars placed in front of it.

The teacher was still dealing with Lao Fu.

"Parent, please don't do this. Can't we talk this out?"

"Yeah, get up first, you're acting horrible."

No one noticed that Fu Ci had already walked to the side. Fu Ci quietly picked up an iron rod and pushed the teachers aside.

Old Fu immediately felt the reflection of the iron rod, and he was startled when he saw Fu Ci.

"Fu Ci, are you crazy? What are you trying to do? Put that down!"

Old Fu was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"I didn't ask you for money, what are you doing? You could have just called Song Xianyin out!"

Old Fu hurriedly got up and quickly hid behind the teachers.

Several teachers were also startled by the adverb about holding an iron rod.

"Put that thing down right now!"