Fang Zhiyi glanced at her. “Where are you going?”
“I... I’m going to help Mom cook...”
“With you helping? You need to reflect properly!” Fang Zhiyi barked.
Fang Xiaolian’s eyes brimmed with tears as she sat back down on the small stool.
“Don’t yell at the child. She’s your own daughter,” Fang’s Father said quietly.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. “So what if she’s my own daughter? Can’t I yell? Take it.” He shoved the money into Fang’s Father’s hands, leaving the other three in the room stunned.
“Take it. It’s not like it’s for me,” Fang Zhiyi snorted. “But let’s be clear—since you’ve got money now, you’ll have to support me from now on.”
“Son, you... you...” The money in his hands made Fang’s Father stare at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief.
Fang Zhiyi snorted again. “Don’t overthink it. I’m a jerk, yeah, but I’m not that heartless. Those two have money, yet they’d rather give you cash than let you live with them. Don’t you get it?”
“Your eldest brother is busy, and your second brother, you know...” Fang’s Mother rambled.
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. “Alright, alright, drop it.” He turned to Fang Xiaolian. “What are you looking at? Keep reflecting!” He pointed at the books on the table.
Fang Xiaolian quickly grabbed a book.
Only then did Fang Zhiyi turn and leave.
So far, Little Hei hadn’t given any warnings, meaning what he’d done was fine.
This put Fang Zhiyi at ease. Now all he had to do was chill and coast off his parents while waiting for news from Little Hei...
But Hu Xiulian, standing right in front of him, made him furrow his brow.
“Go cook already. What are you staring at me for?” Fang Zhiyi said.
Hu Xiulian reached out a hand toward him. “Hand it over.”
“Hand what over?”
“The money.” Hu Xiulian’s greed was utterly undisguised.
Fang Zhiyi slapped his forehead—he’d forgotten about this one. Looking at her face, he felt an urge to slap her, but experience from previous worlds reminded him to avoid changing the characters’ original trajectories too much.
“Money? I gave it to Mom and Dad.”
“What?” Hu Xiulian’s eyebrows nearly shot up.
“Didn’t you hear what those two said? If we don’t give this money to Mom and Dad, they might stop sending money later, right?”
Hu Xiulian planted her hands on her hips and glared at Fang Zhiyi. “They wouldn’t dare! If they do, we’ll kick their parents out!”
“You planning to leave this place? I don’t care, but what about Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu? You want people pointing fingers at them and gossiping?”
Mentioning her two precious sons finally got Hu Xiulian thinking.
“But you still can’t just...”
“Hey, if they live with us, their money goes into the household too, right?” Fang Zhiyi said. “As long as Mom and Dad are here, those two have to send money every month. Think about it.”
Hu Xiulian thought slowly, but she understood. Even though something felt off, since things had already gone this way, she could only give Fang Zhiyi a resentful pinch and head off to the kitchen.
Fang Zhiyi sat back down in his chair, lazily waiting for dinner.
“No problems this time, right?” He looked at Xiaoxiaohei.
Xiaoxiaohei nodded. “The host handled it fine. You haven’t changed their life trajectories too much. Just keep it up.”
Hearing this, Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean by ‘haven’t changed their life trajectories too much’?”
Xiaoxiaohei fell silent.
When dinner was ready, Fang Xiaolian’s “confinement” happened to end. Fang Zhiyi shouted for her to come out and eat.
“You waiting for me to feed you or what?”
Fang Xiaolian sat at the table and buried herself in her rice, though she didn’t catch Hu Xiulian’s attention. Hu Xiulian, unusually, kept serving dishes to Fang’s parents, scheming in her mind about how to get the money.
After dinner, Fang Zhiyi suddenly went berserk again, claiming Fang Xiaolian had dropped rice grains on the floor. He sent her back into her room for further confinement.
Hu Xiulian had no choice but to clean up herself.
When she was done, she saw Fang Zhiyi directing his two sons to move rooms and was a bit confused.
“So, uh, our room is warmer, isn’t it? Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu are still young—what if they catch a cold?” Fang Zhiyi said, his face full of concern for them. Hu Xiulian was almost moved.
“Then, what about us two...”
“Hey, we’ll figure it out later! We’ve got to treat the moneybags right!” Fang Zhiyi thumped his chest. “When your two boys make it big, remember I did good by them.”
Liu Wu nodded enthusiastically, but Liu Wen’s eyes hid a trace of scorn.
Once they were settled, Fang Zhiyi turned around and took his parents to Liu Wen and Liu Wu’s room, saying he wanted Fang Xiaolian to have her own room.
“Son, then what about you...”
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand impatiently. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Don’t worry about me.”
That night, Fang Zhiyi set up a small cot upstairs and went to sleep. No one in the family questioned his strange behavior—who knew what went on in his head anyway.
Seizing the opportunity, Hu Xiulian drummed her ideas into her sons. The next day, Liu Wen and Liu Wu were much sweeter to their grandparents.
But Fang’s Father and Mother weren’t as clueless as Fang Zhiyi. They just smiled and nodded, keeping a tight grip on their wallets.
“See? When you hold the chips, people come crawling to you.” Fang Xiaolian jumped at the voice behind her and turned to see her father.
Fang Zhiyi frowned at her. “What are you standing around for? Hurry up and get to school! I’m paying for your education—if you don’t do well, I’ll break your legs!”
Fang Xiaolian hurriedly grabbed her worn-out schoolbag and rushed out.
Liu Wen and Liu Wu watched this with smug satisfaction. Just as their mom said, that Fang Xiaolian was nothing but a waste. Getting yelled at first thing in the morning.
“Don’t rush, you two. Eat breakfast first before you go,” Fang Zhiyi said. “Hey, where’s Xiulian?”
“Uncle Fang, Mom’s still sleeping.”
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands. “Great. Well, then, I’ll cook for you.”
He refused his mother’s help, insisting that he wanted the kids to eat well. The result was that he spent ages fussing around and ended up burning the pancakes black.
When Fang Zhiyi set the charred pancakes on the table, Liu Wen and Liu Wu reluctantly picked them up and bit into them.
“Old man, about the money we gave Xiaolian yesterday...” Fang’s Mother started muttering, but her husband stopped her.
“Don’t say anything.”
Fang’s Mother nodded. She knew that if Hu Xiulian found out Fang Xiaolian had gotten money, there’d be a huge scene.
“Good, right? This is my first time cooking. Is Uncle Fang good to you?” Fang Zhiyi beamed at the two boys. Liu Wen and Liu Wu grimaced but dared not say no, nodding repeatedly. They barely managed to choke the pancakes down with cold water before realizing they were late for school and rushed off.
Fang Zhiyi watched their retreating backs, his eyes turning cold.
If I can’t beat them, at least I can annoy them.
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