Fang's parents arrived on Monday morning.
They didn’t get to see Fang Nuan. Instead, it was Fang Zhiyi who sat before them.
"Go back home. Wait a few more years. Once you’re of age, both my sister and I will send you monthly living expenses."
Fang Zhiyi actually found the situation a bit tricky. These two people treated his sister with such casual disregard, even outright malice, yet toward the original host—him—they had been entirely different.
"Zhiyi, your father and I have always treated you the best. Now you’re kicking us out?" Fang's Mother wore an expression of utter disbelief.
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "What can I do? You’ve seen it for yourselves—the place I live, the food I eat, the clothes I wear, all of it is provided by my sister."
"Speaking of which, where is that wretched girl? Tell her to come out! Because of her, your father and I have been harassed by that Huang bastard!" Fang's Mother stood up abruptly.
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes turned cold as he slowly rose to his feet, but before he could speak—
Fang Nuan walked out with her arms crossed, her high heels clicking rhythmically against the floor.
"First of all, I have a name—Fang Nuan. Second, Huang Minhao is my ex-husband. Whatever he does has nothing to do with me. If you need legal assistance, you can apply for it through me."
"You ungrateful brat!" Fang's Father stood up as well.
But Fang Nuan didn’t back down. She had long since shed her old self. Lifting her chin, she met the gaze of the now-aged man before her.
"You beat and scolded me when I was young—fine. But before I even turned eighteen, you forced me to work, and in the end, you sold me off for a dowry. By all rights, I shouldn’t even acknowledge you as family." Her words carried weight. She glanced at Fang Zhiyi, and only then did the ice in her eyes soften slightly. "The only reason you’re even allowed in here is out of respect for my brother."
"If you want any financial support in your old age, leave now and don’t come back. Otherwise, I’ll gather every piece of evidence I can find and sue you for the abuse you inflicted on your own daughter."
"You wouldn’t dare!" Fang's Mother spat, her face twisted in fury.
Fang Zhiyi chose that moment to interject. "Sis, remember that boss who harassed you back then? We’ve already tracked down over twenty victims. He’ll be facing charges soon."
"You hear that? If I can dig up someone from that long ago and bring him to justice, I can do the same to you."
Fang's Mother faltered. Though she still muttered in disbelief, her tone had noticeably weakened.
Fang Zhiyi delivered the final blow. "You’d better leave now. Otherwise, my sister might kick me out too. Then who’s going to support me? Hmm?"
Fang's Father and Mother stared at Fang Zhiyi in shock. Under his urging, they finally left, grinding their teeth in frustration.
"Little Hei, replay Fang Nuan’s original storyline for them on loop. Make it as immersive as possible."
Little Hei didn’t refuse. "How long should I play it?"
"A month. Let’s start with one course of treatment and see how it goes."
Fang Nuan didn’t fully understand, but she knew her brother always had her back. Though he claimed she was the one supporting him, in reality, he had contributed most of the startup capital. Many of their clients had also been brought in by him. She didn’t even know how he had managed to track down that supervisor who had harassed her years ago, let alone gather so much evidence against him.
But she was too busy these days to dwell on it.
Meanwhile, in places she knew nothing about, other events were unfolding.
A limping man stepped off a long-distance bus, only to be immediately surrounded and beaten by a group of thugs the moment he left the station.
Huang Minhao couldn’t understand why. The attackers didn’t make any demands—they just started swinging.
Fuming, he decided to find a place to rest.
But after walking just one block, he was jumped by another group and beaten again.
By noon, Huang Minhao had been assaulted four or five times. Each beating was calculated—painful but not enough to cause serious injury. He was on the verge of a breakdown.
Finally, one of the gang leaders told him to get lost.
He had an inkling of what this was about.
However, something unexpected happened—Fang Zhiyi’s nephew, Fang Xiangyang, "coincidentally" ran into his biological father! Taking pity on the man, he decided to help. Seizing the opportunity, Huang Minhao poured out his grievances, spinning a tale of how he had been a hardworking, devoted husband, only to be ruined by the Fang siblings.
When Fang Xiangyang realized the man before him was his birth father, he was overcome with emotion.
Huang Minhao returned to his village, but his mood was buoyant—he had met his own son! And his son had promised to send him money and help him reclaim everything he had lost!
Fang Zhiyi was unaware of this. Little Hei didn’t know either, as he was busy administering the treatment to Fang's parents.
However, Fang Xiangyang’s recent extravagant spending caught Fang Nuan’s attention. Having worked in the industry for so long, she had sharp instincts. It didn’t take much effort for her to trace where the money was going.
Fang Zhiyi strolled home leisurely, only to walk in on a heated argument between mother and son.
"Well, what’s going on today?" Fang Xiangyang had been raised by him. With Fang Nuan busy with work, it was natural for her to have a generation gap with her son. Sometimes she even disciplined him physically, which Fang Zhiyi saw no issue with—the kid needed a good beating now and then.
But then Fang Xiangyang pointed at him and shouted, "Don’t act all innocent! My dad told me you’re the one who broke his leg! You’re evil!"
Fang Zhiyi froze for a second before realizing what had happened.
The next moment, he rolled up his sleeves and muttered, "Sigh, I thought we could avoid this... What a waste. All these years, thrown away like trash."
Before he could step forward, a hand stopped him.
"Zhiyi, stay back."
Fang Zhiyi obediently stepped aside as Fang Nuan tied up her hair, kicked off her heels, and unbuttoned her collar.
Tsk, tsk. Your dad got the same treatment back in the day. Consider yourself lucky. Fang Zhiyi looked around for some sunflower seeds but found none.
"I’m cutting ties with you! I’m going to find my dad!" Fang Xiangyang screamed, covering his head.
Fang Nuan paused.
Fang Zhiyi rubbed his temples. Was this some kind of genetic loyalty?
Thankfully, his sister didn’t disappoint. After a night of calm reflection, she presented Fang Xiangyang with a contract the next morning, made him sign it, bought him a bus ticket, and sent him packing without hesitation.
The whole process was smooth and decisive.
Fang Zhiyi expected her to be depressed for a while, but instead, she seemed lighter, throwing herself into work with even more vigor. He barely saw her these days.
Huang Minhao had barely begun to enjoy the money sent to him when his son showed up at his doorstep.
Hearing that the boy had been kicked out, Huang Minhao’s eyes widened in outrage. "That bitch is so heartless? She’d abandon her own son??"
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