Transmigrated Into a Big Boss to Snatch Away the Cannon Fodder

Chapter 94

“What’s going on?” A familiar voice sounded next to him, Rong Qing turned his head to look.

Huh? Gongsun Zibai? And that nephew of his, Gongsun Bai.

“How come you guys came as well?” Rong Qing looked at the nameplate on the table.

Oho, it really did have Gongsun’s name on it. In other words, were the guests invited by old man Gao or little CEO Gao?

To the side, Song Xian explained in a small voice to Gongsun Zibai: “Uncle Gongsun, you probably don’t know. The bride up there is old CEO Gao’s mistress.”

Gongsun Zibai just settled himself in his seat, the expression on his face almost cracked immediately afterwards. Next to him, the more inexperienced Gongsun Bai almost shouted out loud.

“Wh….at?” Good thing he reacted quickly and suppressed his voice forcibly.

Song Xian looked at Rong Qing. Rong Qing rolled his eyes.

You already said it, what’s the point of looking at him now? Little CEO Gao was going to cause trouble in a bit anyways. What’s the harm of letting the Gongsuns know?

Understanding his expression, Song Xian instantly looked as if he was possessed by a gossip ghost, and leaned closer a bit. Even the black bags under his eyes couldn’t cover up his excitement: “Little CEO Gao said, the old b*stard is shameless and is making him marry his pregnant mistress!”

“Sss--!” Gongsun Bai took a cold breath. He immediately looked at his uncle, eyes bright and lively. His little uncle brought him out to gain some new perspective in this world. So he meant this kind of new perspective! He’s been enlightened!

Gongsun Zibai’s face turned even darker.

What the f*ck! He felt a rare moment of coarse anger. He brought Gongsun Bai over to see a different aspect of society, but it wasn’t to let him see this kind of view!

Rong Qing shot him a look: “Calm down and don’t worry. Just look at CEO Mu. His entire family all came to watch the show. Today is the day where little CEO Gao ascends the throne. We only need to watch. This is indeed something the nephew should learn.”

Zeze. Sampling it a second time, Rong Qing still felt that to be able to casually call Gongsun Bai ‘nephew’ was extremely satisfying. As expected of me! To be on the same seniority as Gongsun Zibai was very nice!

Gongsun Zibai followed the direction where Rong Qing was pointing.

My god.

The table to the side was seated pretty much with four generations of Mu relatives.

Gongsun Zibai fell silent for a moment: “If it’s to watch him ascend the throne, then naturally it’s fine.” But all of these people from the Mu family, don’t they feel a loss? How much money did they bring in their red pouches? Is my focus a little off course?

(Note: Not sure if this is clear or not. GSZB is saying originally this was a wedding so the Mu family bought all those red pouches. Now that it’s not a wedding, don’t they feel bad for giving away all that money for free.)

He pondered deeply for a little while longer, then suddenly realized something. He turned to warn Gongsun Bai: “Are you watching? In the future, don’t go messing around outside like this. Or else you don’t even need to wait to be overthrown by your son. Your uncle, I, will come and break off your 3rd leg myself.”

Both legs trembling, Gongsun Bai felt a strange chill. He hastily shook his head: “No need. No need, uncle. I remember the family rules.”

Gongsun Zibai nodded his head: “That’s for the best. Be good.”