Bullying with Power 02

"What?" Fang Ningxi froze for a moment, but then she thought about it—Fang Zhiyi had always been like this, the epitome of a spoiled rich kid. Still, she couldn’t do without him. Who knew how those people would mess with her? This was exactly the kind of situation where she needed someone like Fang Zhiyi to back her up.

"I don’t wanna go. It’s not like I need to clock in for work..." Fang Zhiyi stretched lazily.

"Second Brother! You promised me!" Fang Ningxi played her trump card, stomping her foot and turning away with a pout.

Fang Zhiyi clutched his stomach dramatically. "Ouch, my stomach hurts!" With that, he bolted back inside, shouting over his shoulder, "Just take a cab! I might not make it today!"

Watching his hurried retreat, Fang Ningxi didn’t suspect a thing. After all, this fool had been at her beck and call for years—he never lied to her. Muttering a few curses under her breath, she headed outside to hail a taxi.

From his hiding spot upstairs, Fang Zhiyi watched her leave and finally exhaled in relief.

"So, what’s next, Host?" Little Hei bounced around, seemingly delighted with its new appearance.

Fang Zhiyi grinned. "I’m the villain, right?"

"Yep. And one of the dumber ones at that." Little Hei swayed its head, then quickly added upon seeing Fang Zhiyi’s glare, "I mean the original host."

"But why am I the villain?"

Little Hei paused, as if searching its memory. "Well, back when your grandparents were developing a piece of land, Chen Ningxi’s grandparents refused to move. So your uncle tracked down their son and offered him a bigger compensation. The old couple thought it wasn’t enough, but their gambling-addicted son took the deal and secretly signed the papers. The old folks had such a fiery temper that they drank pesticide and died the same day they found out."

"That’s also when your father met that mistress of his. She was handling her parents’ funeral arrangements, and your father went to offer condolences. He took one look at her and fell head over heels. After some ‘I love you, you don’t love me’ back-and-forth, they ended up in bed together—and that’s how Chen Ningxi was born."

"And that’s when the revenge against your family began."

"Well, if I’m the villain, might as well act like one." Fang Zhiyi pulled out his phone and waved it.

Over at Fang Corporation, someone suddenly received a call from Fang Zhiyi.

"Huh? Oh, oh, got it." Deputy Manager Jia hung up, looking around in confusion before shaking his head. His gaze settled on the design department, and soon enough, the design director was summoned to his office.

Cai Qing, a sharp-eyed woman with an air of authority, didn’t waste time. "What’s the matter, Deputy Manager Jia? We’re swamped right now."

"Well, you know Young Master Fang, right?" Deputy Manager Jia tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.

Cai Qing stiffened. Oh, she knew him alright—the spoiled brat of the Fang family who’d had a screaming match with his older brother in the office not long ago.

Seeing her nod, Deputy Manager Jia continued, "He said his sister’s coming to intern at the company, and she’ll be placed in your department. You’re to take good care of her."

Cai Qing’s face darkened. Unlike other departments, everyone in design had clawed their way up through sheer skill. And now this entitled brat wanted to dump a privileged newbie on them?

"Deputy Manager Jia, we’re fully staffed."

He raised a hand, cutting off her objections. "It’s settled. You know how it is—when Young Master Fang speaks, I can’t exactly refuse." He added with a smirk, "She’s a top student, by the way. Don’t let her talent go to waste."

Cai Qing’s expression turned stormy. She hadn’t had the best education herself, having clawed her way up through night classes and sheer grit. A top student? She stormed out without another word.

Watching her leave, Deputy Manager Jia flashed a classic villainous grin and immediately dialed Fang Zhiyi back.

Fang Zhiyi hung up, satisfied. Little Hei blinked in surprise. "You actually pulled strings for her?"

Fang Zhiyi shot it a sidelong glance. "You don’t get it. Sometimes, pulling the wrong strings just creates more trouble."

In the original storyline, Fang Zhiyi had accompanied Fang Ningxi to the company. But every time she got unhappy, he’d strong-arm Deputy Manager Jia into transferring her to another department. By the time she’d rotated through the whole company, she’d not only learned its inner workings but also won over plenty of colleagues with her ‘hardworking’ act. Even middle management had taken a liking to her—paving the way for her later schemes to poach talent.

Cai Qing, for instance, had been forced out after clashing with Fang Ningxi.

But this time? Fang Zhiyi was tossing her straight into the most cutthroat department. Let’s see how ‘hardworking’ she really was.

Thanks to the cab ride, Fang Ningxi was late. The HR rep, following Deputy Manager Jia’s orders, whisked her straight to the design department and left without another word.

Everyone was busy. No one spared her a glance.

After what felt like an eternity, Cai Qing finally looked up. "You’re late, and you’re just standing there?"

Fang Ningxi blinked, instinctively glancing behind her before remembering Fang Zhiyi hadn’t come today.

"What are you looking for?" Cai Qing strode over. "First day and you’re already late. Think you’re special just because you’re a Fang?" She had no patience for nepotism hires.

Fang Ningxi’s eyes welled up with grievance, her heart filling with resentment for Fang Zhiyi.

Then a stack of files was dumped into her arms. "Heard you’re some hotshot student. Should be no problem handling these. Get to work—I’m busy." With that, Cai Qing walked off.

In a company like this, everyone was sharp enough to take cues from their boss. Seeing how the director treated the Fang girl, they all ignored her and kept their heads down.

And so Fang Ningxi began her internship in a daze, stuck with menial tasks—calculations, filing paperwork, sorting documents, processing reimbursements, making copies. Basically, an office gopher.

The work wasn’t hard, just tedious. Fang Ningxi had no choice but to grind through it.

"Director Fang!" Someone near the door called out. Fang Ningxi looked up to see a cold-faced man—Fang Yingyou. His gaze swept the room, landing briefly on his adopted sister before moving on. No sign of his younger brother. Not surprising.

"Brother," Fang Ningxi stood up meekly.

Fang Yingyou gave her a curt nod and left without a word.

A few pairs of eyes flicked toward her.

"What are you all staring at? Those designs are due today—you want your bonuses or not?" Cai Qing snapped. The department immediately buried themselves in work again.

Fang Ningxi stood there, stunned. If only Fang Zhiyi were here—none of them would dare treat her like this! This was all his fault!

"Hey, Miss Fang, stop daydreaming. Those papers won’t copy themselves!" Fang Ningxi hurried to the copier, only to hear a muttered remark behind her.

"Some ‘top student.’ Clueless."

Fang Ningxi took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.