Foolish Kindness 06

Looking at the two arrogant faces in front of him, Fang Ning really wanted to throw a punch at them, but he held it back and obediently called out, "Second Uncle."

"Boss, that's your second uncle? Wow, I couldn't tell your family was so rich," a lackey exclaimed, staring enviously at the new car behind Fang Zhiming.

"Have you never been to school? Second Uncle just means a relative, an ordinary relative! My family's wealth has nothing to do with his," Fang Huohua said with his chin raised high, sounding as if he were reprimanding them.

Fang Ning's eyes darkened as he turned his head away. "Let's go."

"Little Ning, since we ran into each other, why don't we grab a meal together?" Fang Zhiming called out. However, Fang Ning didn't look back. His father might not know, but he knew perfectly well that his second uncle's family had never looked favorably upon his own.

"That's just how rich people are." A lackey glanced at Fang Ning's faded, washed-out clothes and tried to comfort him. "Just like that guy, Shao Zhijie. His family has a bit of money, and he acts like he owns the whole world."

At the mention of Shao Zhijie, Fang Ning's gaze turned fierce.

"I'll cripple him sooner or later!"

"But Boss, his family is quite rich. I'm afraid we can't afford to provoke him..."

"Shut up! We're out here running the streets, and you're afraid of causing trouble? If we don't teach him a lesson, who will submit to us in the future?" Fang Ning rebuked angrily.

The lackeys exchanged glances and fell silent.

Fang Ning thought of his second uncle's arrogant demeanor again, and the resentment he felt toward his parents grew a bit more.

"I say, what exactly are you planning? If this continues, won't you just be walking down the Original Host's old path again?" Little Hei asked in confusion as he looked at Fang Zhiyi, who was currently counting money, casually whipping the Original Host in passing.

"What do you mean, what am I planning... I'm just being a qualified father. I can't exactly teach my son and daughter to collect debts through violence, can I? Although I prefer things to be simple and direct, it sets a bad example."

"So you... Oh!!! Oh!!!" Little Hei suddenly understood. "You never planned on giving them the money at all, did you?"

Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes at it. "Nonsense, why should I give away the money I collected with my own skills?" He glanced at the Original Host. "Also, I really have to thank him for his good reputation from before."

The Original Host was furious, but Little Hei's tentacles tightened around his neck, forcing the Original Host to reluctantly shut his mouth.

Hearing the phone ring, Fang Zhiyi was overjoyed. "Good things come in pairs!"

On the other end of the line was Fang Wenxia. "Brother, we got the house. How's the contact going for the renovation we talked about last time?"

Fang Zhiyi ignored the Original Host's anxious expression. "It's all sorted. When your big brother handles things, you can rest completely assured."

"That's good. Junjun, come quickly and say hi to your uncle." The sound of a child's laughter came from the other side. "This child is so naughty. Brother, once this is all done, I'll treat you to a meal!" Fang Wenxia knew very well that dealing with Fang Zhiyi only required a meal and some sweet talk.

Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. "Alright, there's no need to be so polite between family."

The two finalized a few details, and Fang Zhiyi hung up the phone, humming a little tune as he walked out. Behind him, Liu Mei watched his retreating figure, her eyes full of disgust.

Arriving at the renovation market, Fang Zhiyi inquired with several renovation companies. Each one was very welcoming and provided a rough quote, but Fang Zhiyi wasn't very satisfied with any of them.

That was until someone patted him on the shoulder. Fang Zhiyi turned around to see a man with Toad Eyes grinning, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Boss, looking for a renovation, right?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Yeah."

"I can do it!" The man patted his chest. "I have several brothers with me too! We all make a living doing renovations. Our prices are fair, and we guarantee your satisfaction!"

Fang Zhiyi curled his lips. "How do you know I'll be satisfied?"

"Our prices are affordable!" Seeing him about to leave, the man quickly spoke up to make him stay.

Fang Zhiyi laughed. "Affordable prices, and then what? To tell you the truth, I'm introducing this to someone else. You understand, right?"

Toad Eyes's eyes immediately lit up, and he eagerly pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Boss, look at you. I know the rules, absolutely no problem!"

The two exchanged a smile as if they were old acquaintances.

"Are they reliable?" Looking at the few men carrying materials onto the site, Li Jianguo frowned a bit. These guys were glancing around shiftily and didn't look like good people at all.

"My brother introduced them," Fang Wenxia whispered in Li Jianguo's ear. "It's cheaper by this amount."

"Really?" Li Jianguo beamed. "Your brother is really warm-hearted."

"This is nothing. Him? His brain isn't right." Fang Wenxia spoke to her husband without any reservations, pointing at her own head. "He's always been like this, putting on airs just because he's the eldest brother. If it weren't for the fact that he has some strength, who would bother paying attention to him?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"Believe it or not, when we move in, my brother will even have to give us a big red envelope."

Fang Wenxia's eyes were filled with calculation and greed, while Li Xiaojun, who was squatting to the side, suddenly looked up. "I want a big red envelope from Uncle too!"

"My son is so smart."

That very day, the couple brought Li Xiaojun to visit Fang Zhiyi's house again. However, it was a bit strange; although Fang Zhiyi asked them to stay for dinner this time too, the food wasn't as good as before, and Liu Mei kept a straight face the entire time.

Fang Zhiyi remained enthusiastic, but this time he was obviously taking more care of his own daughter, putting plenty of food into little Fang Ting's bowl.

Fang Wenxia was a bit puzzled but didn't ask anything. It wasn't until Liu Mei got up and left that she asked, "Brother, what's wrong with Sister-in-law?"

Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "Ah, she's just throwing a tantrum." He wiped Fang Ting's mouth and gestured for her to go play. Fang Ting skipped away happily.

"Her? She complains all day about your second brother borrowing money from me and not paying it back, and she brings up how you guys borrowed money from me for emergencies before. I got annoyed listening to it, so we argued a bit, and now she's like this," Fang Zhiyi said with a bitter smile.

"Uh..." Fang Wenxia felt a bit awkward. Even though her brother didn't mean to pressure them to return the money, saying it out loud like this still made her feel embarrassed.

Li Jianguo exchanged a glance with her and spoke up, "Brother, it's not that we aren't going to pay you back. You know we just bought a house and don't have much money on hand... Junjun's tutoring classes and everything else require money. As soon as things loosen up a bit, we'll pay you back immediately."

Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "We are family, why say such things! You're being too polite!"

Right at that moment, Fang Ning's furious roar rang out.

"What are you doing!"

The adults looked at each other and hurriedly got up to go inside and check. They saw Li Xiaojun holding a red pen, having scribbled all over the pristine white walls of Fang Ning's room until it was an awful mess. In particular, Fang Ning's schoolbag was completely covered in red pen marks.

Li Xiaojun was clearly frightened. Upon seeing his mother arrive, he immediately hid behind Fang Wenxia.

"Don't be afraid, son, don't be afraid." Fang Wenxia frowned as she took a look, then glared at Fang Ning. "It's not that your aunt wants to scold you, but you're so old now, how can you hold a grudge against your younger cousin? He's still just a child!"

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