After he took the children back home, he found the house empty; clearly, Liu Mei had already left.
Fang Zhiyi didn't care about this at all. That was the Original Host's wife, not his.
He carefully washed his daughter's face and feet, then coaxed her to sleep. Fang Ning watched everything unfold before his eyes, feeling it was incredibly surreal. Was this still his father? Could he be a fake?
Whatever, he needed to sleep too. Tomorrow he still had to take some people out to settle a bit of trouble.
Fang Ning tossed his bellyful of doubts aside.
The children were all asleep, and Fang Zhiyi lay alone on the sofa, humming a little tune.
Little Hei looked at the Original Host with a teasing expression, "Did you understand that?"
The Original Host froze for a moment, then let out a "woo-woo" sound. Little Hei raised a hand and delivered a sharp slap.
"I forgot you can't speak."
That night, Fang Zhiyi slept very well. The problems of this world were easy to solve; it was almost like being on vacation.
Liu Mei, who had originally run away from home, returned. Her face was cold and indifferent, giving everyone she saw the cold shoulder. Fang Zhiyi ignored her.
Anyway, with him around, she couldn't stir up any trouble.
"Big brother, I have a matter I need to bother you with." Unsurprisingly, Fang Zhiming made his appearance.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the guy in front of him, whose eyes were full of calculation, and sneered inwardly.
"What is it?"
"I have a project, and my cash flow is a bit tight right now, so I wanted to ask for your help." Fang Zhiming watched Fang Zhiyi's expression, then patted his own chest and said, "We are blood brothers, you wouldn't refuse to help me, right?"
"Helping you is fine... it's just that I've run into a bit of trouble myself." Fang Zhiyi sighed.
Fang Zhiming froze, instantly becoming alert. Was he going to ask him to pay back the money he owed?
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi's next words made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"I was laid off from the factory and am now unemployed. Zhiming, do you have any good job opportunities to introduce to me?"
"Well..." Fang Zhiming hesitated, his eyes darting around rapidly. "Big brother, I don't really have any good connections. You see, I can barely even take care of myself right now..."
Fang Zhiyi looked melancholy. "Sigh, what should I do then? The kids' tuition fees are due soon..."
Fang Zhiming felt a bit restless and fidgety. It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "Big brother, if I had known you were in a tight spot, I wouldn't have brought this up..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at the Original Host's younger brother, countless ideas popping into his head. Should he fake a kidnapping of his son, dig a massive pitfall for him, or... Suddenly, Fang Zhiyi saw his daughter hugging a doll not far away. Fang Ting was curiously listening to the conversation between her uncle and her father. Seeing her father look at her, Fang Ting narrowed her eyes and smiled, looking incredibly cute.
Fang Zhiyi sighed inwardly.
"How about this, Second Son, I do have a way, but I need your help first."
"What way?"
"If it works out, I'd even be willing to mortgage this house and lend you the money."
"Really? Big brother."
"Am I the kind of person who goes back on his word?"
Fang Zhiming only hesitated briefly before nodding immediately, "Tell me, big brother, what do you need my help with?" He was already calculating the value of his brother's house.
"Sigh, it's about your sister-in-law wanting to divorce me."
"What?" Fang Zhiming was somewhat shocked. "Sister-in-law wants to divorce you? Is that true?"
"Have I ever lied?" Fang Zhiyi frowned.
"No, but why?"
"Why else? She just feels that since I'm married to her, I shouldn't be taking care of you guys anymore. What other reason could there be?" Fang Zhiyi mocked himself.
Fang Zhiming was speechless for a moment. Thinking about it carefully, Fang Zhiyi's words made sense.
Right at that moment, Liu Mei came home. She still maintained her indifferent demeanor. Seeing Fang Zhiming, she just glanced at him and went straight to her room.
"See that?" Fang Zhiyi smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Sigh, this... it's not that I don't want to pay back the money, it's just that I'm also in a difficult situation..." Fang Zhiming was still trying to defend himself.
Fang Zhiyi cut him off, "I'm your brother, it's only right for me to help you. But you also know that half of this house belongs to Liu Mei, and now she's making a fuss about a divorce... Sigh."
"Then, should I go beg her? Let me go put in a good word for you?" Fang Zhiming thought this was what Fang Zhiyi meant.
Fang Zhiyi stopped him. "No need. I've thought about it. It's better to just..." He formed a knife with his hand and made a chopping motion downwards.
"Big brother, isn't that inappropriate? Even though sister-in-law is asking for a divorce, you don't have to just kill her..."
"Screw you, is that what I meant?" Fang Zhiyi almost kicked him. "I mean making a clean break. This house is worth about 400,000. I'll give her 200,000, and the house will be mine. Then I can mortgage it, and won't you have the money for your turnover?"
"Ah? This..."
Fang Zhiyi patted his shoulder. "You know me. If your big brother wasn't out of options, I wouldn't have come up with such a method. Sigh."
Fang Zhiming rapidly calculated the gains and losses. His big brother meant for him to find a way to scrape together 200,000, then pay back 200,000 to him, and conveniently borrow 200,000 out of it. No matter how he calculated it, it was a guaranteed profit without any loss. But the only variable was...
He couldn't help but glance at Fang Zhiyi, various past events flashing through his mind.
At this moment, the Original Host, being held in Little Hei's hand, was full of anxiety, continuously making "woo-woo" sounds. But no one paid attention to him. Little Hei let out a standard villainous laugh; it really enjoyed seeing this fool look so anxious.
"Alright! Big brother, but..." Fang Zhiming still kept his guard up. "I don't have that much either, I estimate..."
Fang Zhiyi stopped him, saying, "Don't worry, your big brother has friends too, I can scrape together some."
Fang Zhiming looked at Fang Zhiyi's sincere eyes and nodded after a moment. This fool couldn't possibly deceive people; he cared too much about his pride.
In the end, Fang Zhiming scraped together 110,000. Fang Zhiyi said it didn't matter and that he would figure out the rest. Fang Zhiming waited happily. As long as this was done, he would have another 400,000 in operating funds. Of course, he called it operating funds, but who knew what it really was?
Feeling happy, Fang Zhiming took his son out for another good meal.
Just as the father and son got out of the car, they happened to see Fang Ning. Fang Ning was leading a few followers who looked like little delinquents towards the arcade. Fang Zhiming narrowed his eyes and beckoned his son over. "See that? Don't play with your cousin. He's completely gone bad, hanging out with little hooligans all day, acting nonsensically."
As coincidence would have it, the last two sentences drifted into Fang Ning's ears.
He turned around and glared angrily at his uncle. Fang Zhiming immediately assumed the posture of an elder. "Little Ning, why are you here? If you don't study hard, how can you face your parents' hard-earned salaries?"
"Dad, forget it, just don't tell Uncle," his cousin also spoke up.
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
