Bullying with Power 04

Fang Zhiqing and Fang Yingyou exchanged a glance before reaching out to take it. "Now that we know what they're planning, leave the rest to me and your brother."

Fang Zhiyi shook his head vigorously like a rattle-drum. "No way. I've acted this far—this show deserves my curtain call."

Fang Yingyou asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Fang Zhiyi grinned, his smile sending an inexplicable chill down the spines of the two before him.

Chen Ningxi's phone showed dozens of missed calls. She slowly got out of bed, completely naked, bent down to pick up her phone, and sneered at the sight of her second brother’s name before finally dialing back.

"Hey, where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you," Fang Zhiyi’s anxious voice came through.

A pair of hands reached from behind and embraced her.

"Brother, I was bullied today and felt terrible, so I just wandered around outside," Chen Ningxi said in a sweet, affected tone.

"Stop wandering. Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up!" Fang Zhiyi really didn’t want to go himself.

Chen Ningxi gave an address.

"Someone’s targeting you?" Fang Zhiyi looked incredulous.

Chen Ningxi nodded. "That supervisor from the design department."

"Hmm..." Fang Zhiyi hesitated.

"Second Brother, if it’s too much trouble, forget it. It’s just an internship—it’s fine," she said, playing the considerate sister.

Fang Zhiyi studied her for a long moment before finally saying, "Go to work for a few more days. I’ll talk to that iceberg." His nickname for his eldest brother was "iceberg."

Chen Ningxi’s heart swelled with glee. Zheng Shikai was right—this fool was truly useful.

Chen Ningxi endured a few more days of torment at the company. For some reason, Cai Qing was relentlessly targeting her, even making her clean the design department.

Finally, Fang Zhiyi’s intervention bore fruit. The sales department next door extended a helping hand—their director had a heated argument with Cai Qing and transferred Chen Ningxi to their team.

For Chen Ningxi, these days in the design department had been the lowest point of her life. Suddenly showered with kindness from new colleagues, she immediately regarded them as close friends.

Both the sales team leader and the director treated her well, assigning her only simple, easy tasks. Beyond that, the director even introduced her to leaders from other departments.

"This is the Fang family’s young lady."

"This is Fang Zhiyi’s sister."

"Ningxi is incredibly capable!"

Except for the design department, nearly every department befriended her, and all of them sang her praises—her sketches were brilliant, clients adored her, difficult clients signed contracts after meeting her, and her proposals were flawless, earning even the strict Mr. Fang's rare approval.

Chen Ningxi gradually lost herself in this flattery, especially when she caught the dark glare from Cai Qing, the design department director—it only deepened her satisfaction.

It was around this time that Zheng Shikai contacted her.

"What? Steal documents?" Chen Ningxi hesitated. "Isn’t that risky?"

Zheng Shikai reassured her, "It’s just an insignificant file. Even if you’re caught, that fool will cover for you. It’ll also drive a wedge between the brothers."

He even added, "For our future together, we need to do what’s necessary now. After this, leave Fang Corporation and start your own company—we’ll rely on them for support at first."

Chen Ningxi nodded, her resolve hardening. No matter how talented she was, this was still Fang Corporation—her enemy’s territory!

Stealing the file went smoothly. She didn’t encounter a single person, glancing around nervously until she finally exhaled in relief outside the building.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi and the others watched her theft unfold on the surveillance feed.

"Director Fang, should we call the police?" the sales director asked.

Fang Yingyou looked at his brother and shook his head. "No rush."

Fang Zhiyi turned. "Call them! Now! But you do it, Brother."

Fang Yingyou paused, then pulled out his phone.

Chen Ningxi, still flirting with Zheng Shikai over the phone, had just stepped out of the car when police officers lying in wait arrested her.

Panicked in her first encounter with the law, she only calmed down after seeing the surveillance footage. "Let me make a call! That’s my brother’s office! I had every right to take those things!"

She dialed, but Fang Zhiyi’s phone was unreachable. Fang Yingyou’s didn’t connect either.

Chen Ningxi was temporarily detained. After two days of sleeping on hard beds and eating plain rice, Fang Zhiyi finally swaggered into the police station with his brother. The moment they entered the holding area, his demeanor shifted—his face twisted with worry, eyes reddening.

Fang Yingyou watched in amazement, silently marveling at how much his brother had endured over the years.

"Ningxi! I’m here!" Fang Zhiyi urged them to open the cell door.

"I forced him to sign the release papers! We’re going home today!" He jabbed a finger at Fang Yingyou. Chen Ningxi was overjoyed—she’d thought she’d be imprisoned, but her foolish second brother had come through.

"Second Brother!" She moved to hug him, but Fang Zhiyi suddenly spun and grabbed his brother’s collar, neatly dodging her.

Chen Ningxi fell to the floor, wincing as she got up, ready to complain—until she saw Fang Zhiyi and his brother start fighting.

Her heart leapt. She rushed forward to intervene. "Stop! Don’t fight, Second Brother! Ow!" Fang Zhiyi "accidentally" elbowed her in the face.

"Are you okay?" Fang Zhiyi quickly turned to help her up, only to step on her foot, then yanked her along, shouting over his shoulder, "Don’t think Ningxi can’t survive without Fang Corporation! Just wait!" Distracted, he didn’t notice her smacking headfirst into a wall.

Fang Yingyou turned away, struggling not to laugh—though to outsiders, he seemed furious.

Fang Zhiyi took Chen Ningxi to an apartment. Finally recovering from her dizziness, she asked, "Brother, why are we here? Aren’t we going home?"

Fang Zhiyi fumed, "No! They refused to help you! I’ve cut ties with them! From now on, this is our home!"

Chen Ningxi suddenly had an idea. "Brother, I don’t want to work at Fang Corporation anymore. I want... to start my own company."

Fang Zhiyi waved grandly. "Do it!"

Her heart soared, but she feigned hesitation. "But I don’t have money..."

Fang Zhiyi dismissed it. "No problem. Wait." He fiddled with his phone, then slumped. "Damn. My accounts are frozen."

Chen Ningxi’s face fell. "What now? Maybe you should apologize to Big Brother... or ask Mom..."

Fang Zhiyi stubbornly refused. "No way. Absolutely not! Never!"

"Then what do we do?" Chen Ningxi grew irritated, her bruises throbbing.

Fang Zhiyi looked at her. "I’ve heard everyone says you’re incredibly capable."

She blinked, then smiled shyly. "Yes."

"Do you know what matters most in starting a company? It’s not money—it’s skill and connections."

Chen Ningxi nodded, looking at her second brother whose face was etched with solemnity.

"You've got the skills—enough to reach at least twenty stories high. And as for connections... I have those."