Good People 03

Fang Zhiyi turned to look at his aunt: "Give me a break. People who sleep in the same bed are cut from the same cloth. You knew he was dead drunk and still brought him to my place—what, did you pick him a target to take it out on? Get lost!"

Seeing the original host's nervous expression, Little Hei patted him on the shoulder: "See? You’ve got to have the guts to flip the table with people like that. Some relationships just aren’t worth the effort to maintain."

Fang Zhiyi’s fierce demeanor left the three of them exchanging glances, and even the drunk who had been making a scene sobered up a bit.

"What are you waiting for? Let me tell you, from now on we’re done. You’re not my elder anymore—at best, you’re some old jerk. Want me to help you sober up?"

"Fine, fine! Just you wait—I’m telling your parents!" The drunk uncle played his last card, knowing Fang Zhiyi usually listened to his parents.

"Go ahead. You came to my place looking for trouble, didn’t even respect them. So who cares?" Fang Zhiyi snorted. "Get out now! Leave the money! From your attitude, anyone would think I owed you. Acting all tough when you’re the one in debt."

The drunk uncle angrily turned to his son: "Pay back the money you borrowed yourself!" Then he stormed off in a huff, while the aunt shot Fang Zhiyi a resentful look before chasing after him.

That kid looked at Fang Zhiyi, his eyes full of resentment: "Weren’t we supposed to keep it from my parents? Bro, why’d you have to do this?"

"Don’t call me bro. If you pay me back, I’ll call you bro instead. We’re not relatives anymore, so don’t try that guilt-trip nonsense. Debt must be paid; it’s only right. If you don’t pay, I’ve got plenty of ways to make you." Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes.

Only after the kid wrote the IOU did Fang Zhiyi wave him off.

Little Hei looked smug: "Now that’s satisfying!" It turned and patted the original host’s head. "Learn from this, man. Being a good guy gets you nowhere!"

Fang Zhiyi shot it a glare: "Save the chatter. Where’s the time traveler?"

Little Hei chuckled slyly: "The time traveler isn’t here... She’s a rich heiress, but later she gets entangled with that cult your parents joined. I haven’t gotten close to them yet, but she’s probably just arrived in this world recently."

"A cult..." Fang Zhiyi frowned. Other issues were solvable, but this would probably be the biggest headache.

Suddenly, the door lock clicked. Fang Zhiyi thought the family he’d kicked out earlier had come back to make trouble, so he yanked the door open, ready to snap, only to see his parents standing there.

He Huiqing held the keys, looked at Fang Zhiyi in surprise, then turned to Fang Shaohua: "I told you to spend less time playing cards. Look, your youngest son hasn’t been home for days!"

Fang Shaohua had noticeable dark circles under his eyes. He scratched his head and looked at Fang Zhiyi: "Zhiyi, has your little brother come back?"

Fang Zhiyi shook his head.

He Huiqing stepped inside and caught a whiff of alcohol, making her already sour face even more bitter: "Have you been drinking?"

Fang Zhiyi shook his head again.

"Then where’s that smell coming from..."

"Someone came by earlier."

"Who?"

"Doesn’t matter." Fang Zhiyi smirked.

"Oh." He Huiqing didn’t press further, instead launching into a nagging session, "As the eldest brother, you need to look after your younger siblings more. Your brother’s out causing trouble every day, and your sister barely talks. You’ve got to be more responsible, you know? I’ve worked so hard to raise you all..."

Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "If you two don’t bother, why should I?"

"What?" Both Fang Shaohua and He Huiqing were stunned.

"I’m just their older brother, not their dad and mom." Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes. "Anyway, move aside. I’m going out."

He pushed right through between his parents without a second thought.

"Look, look at him! Even the most obedient one has turned out like this! Is our family’s feng shui cursed or what?"

"Don’t talk nonsense. Zhiyi’s always been the most well-behaved."

"Did you hear what he just said?"

"Ah, forget it."

"Aren’t you holding back at all? Are you not afraid of messing with the storyline too early?" Little Hei asked, while the original host’s soul looked on with worry.

Fang Zhiyi snorted: "What’s there to be afraid of? None of my business. I’m not their nanny."

"Uh..." Little Hei glanced at the original host beside it.

Fang Zhiyi’s eyes suddenly shifted: "Forget it. Let him watch and learn!"

Finding Fang Zhiyan was simple. Though the original host only vaguely knew which area his brother hung out in, Fang Zhiyi’s experience as a streetwise wanderer across multiple worlds let him pinpoint the exact location quickly.

Of course, Fang Zhiyi also kindly asked a couple of young guys for directions.

"Fang Zhiyan? Oh, we know him."

"He’s the chick who acts tough but has no guts."

"Pfft, yeah."

Fang Zhiyi amiably put his hands on their shoulders: "Then how about you take me to find him?"

"Who are you? We’ve got stuff to do..."

A hundred-yuan bill appeared in front of the young man, and he immediately changed his tune: "Sure thing, boss! You got it!"

Little Hei sighed: "Got to hand it to them—they really deliver when paid. Wait, where did you get that money?"

"I grabbed it from his dad’s wallet on the way out. Anyway, if he kept it, he’d just lose it gambling."

"Can’t argue with that, but..."

Fang Zhiyi soon saw how efficient these kids were. A few phone calls through friends of friends got them the info, right down to the room number.

"Boss, let’s go! We’ll take you there!"

Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Let’s roll."

A young man with dyed yellow hair was filming himself in front of the motel mirror, mumbling.

"Don’t go too far, make no mistakes—life goes up and down. I’ll steer my own life!" Fang Zhiyan paused, reading from the paper in his hand, "Warlord’s final stand—everyone gets their moment, so don’t cling to one brief spark! Spread your feath- feath-"

The motel room door wasn’t soundproof, and the two young men leading Fang Zhiyi had already pushed it open.

Fang Zhiyi looked at his brother as he turned and met his gaze.

Honestly, he’d steeled himself before coming, but he hadn’t braced for this.

"Read that line again. Say it again." Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath.

Fang Zhiyan’s face instantly darkened: "Why are you here! I’m not going back!"

Fang Zhiyi walked straight into the room. When he saw three other people lying on the bed, he paused for a moment and gave up on the idea of sitting down.

Fang Zhiyi sneered: "I’m just here to ask you one thing: are you really not coming back?"

"I’m not! What gives you the right to boss me around?" Fang Zhiyan shook his hair back.

"Yeah, fine. Keep at it." Fang Zhiyi turned to leave. "Oh, and one more thing—do it right, will you? Can’t even read the words properly, then what kind of thug are you trying to be?"

"Who are you looking down on? Who can’t read?" Fang Zhiyan got angry, but his brother ignored him and strode away.

"Boss, we heading out to have some fun now?" the two young men behind him asked. This guy seemed a bit strange—he’d spent a hundred bucks just to find Fang Zhiyan, said a couple of words, and then left.