Bullying with Power 06

The surge of joy had barely risen in her heart when several flashlight beams suddenly shone on her: "Who's there? Don't move!"

Locked up in detention once again, Chen Ningxi's eyes were filled with disbelief. How could this be? Why didn't Fang Zhiyi come to save her? He must have been arrested too—yes, she was caught, so Fang Zhiyi must have been caught as well.

Were they only targeting Fang Zhiyi and not her? Damn the Fang Family! They must have written him a letter of forgiveness but left her out!

It wasn’t until she stood in court for sentencing that she realized Fang Zhiyi had never been arrested at all. Instead, he was sitting perfectly fine in the plaintiff’s seat, wearing an expression of grievance.

Chen Ningxi exploded. She refused to believe this fool would stand against her. She declared in court that Fang Zhiyi was also an accomplice, but the surveillance footage showed no trace of him—the cameras in the hallway leading to the office had been broken for a while and hadn’t been replaced.

Coupled with other testimonies, it was confirmed that Fang Zhiyi hadn’t even been at the company that day.

Chen Ningxi fell into deep self-doubt. Was it her? Did she have a split personality? Only when the judge sentenced her for stealing company secrets—though fortunately, they hadn’t been leaked, resulting in a lighter sentence of two years in prison—did she snap back to reality.

Looking at Fang Zhiyi in the plaintiff’s seat, his arm draped over his elder brother’s shoulder as he waved goodbye at her, she finally understood—Fang Zhiyi had played her!

When had it started? How had he figured out she was using him? Countless questions swarmed her mind, making her sick with frustration.

Chen Ningxi went to prison. The Fang Family swiftly announced that she was no longer associated with them. Immediately after, Fang Shijie arrived with his men to confront Chen Guodong.

On the same day, faced with photos and a paternity test thrown in front of him, Chen Guodong’s legs trembled.

"My sister told me not to kill you. Of course, if you refuse to sign, we can reconsider," Fang Shijie grinned, looking like a starving beast.

Chen Guodong eventually signed the divorce papers. At least he still had shares in his daughter’s company.

But when he arrived, he found the company deserted except for creditors. The high-salaried employees he had poached had long vanished. The moment he showed up, the debt collectors swarmed him.

Chen Guodong finally realized—he had been set up. His daughter too. But who was behind it all?

Fang Yingyou? No, though distant, this son of his was always measured.

Fang Zhiqing? No, she had been abroad for years and wouldn’t bother scheming against him or Ningxi.

Then… a name flashed in his mind, but he shook his head. Impossible. Fang Zhiyi had treated Ningxi like a little sister since childhood—why would he turn on her?

That left only those two old bastards.

Chen Guodong’s face darkened.

Zheng Shikai’s expression was equally grim. Smarter than Chen Guodong, he had already pieced it together—Fang Zhiyi was the mastermind. He had bided his time for years, waiting to wipe them all out in one move. Still, he was too green. Chen Ningxi was imprisoned, Chen Guodong left penniless, but the Zheng Family only suffered financial losses—nothing fatal.

"The Fang Family… Heh. Just wait," Zheng Shikai snarled. "Ningxi, hold on. I’ll make sure to crush them for you."

But the net closing around the Zheng Family had already been cast.

The internet was flooded with claims that Zheng Family products caused cancer. Every video had armies of bots stirring outrage, interspersed with pixelated clips of Zheng Shikai in bed with a notorious gangster.

Then, Zheng’s factories were exposed. Footage showed a worker urinating on the production line while others ignored it. When the scandal broke, inspectors arrived immediately and confirmed substandard products.

Zheng’s factories were shut down. Stocks plummeted.

Desperate, Zheng Shikai called his father for help—only to see the old man stiffly seated in a video call, six AK-wielding brutes looming behind him.

"Shikai… Stop. We’ve lost."

Hearing his father’s words, Zheng Shikai felt as if his bones had been ripped out. Was all this really Fang Zhiyi’s doing? How could someone be so ruthless? Spreading lies, manipulating public opinion, bribing workers, tampering with materials, even kidnapping his father—what kind of monster was he?

Even the Fang Family frowned upon learning of Fang Zhiyi’s methods.

"Yueyao, maybe you should take Zhiyi to see a psychologist?" Grandma suggested.

Fang Yueyao sighed at her youngest son lounging on the sofa. "He won’t go. Says there’s nothing wrong with him."

Grandpa scowled. "This is outrageous! Business should be conducted fairly. What kind of underhanded tricks is he using?"

"Now, now, old man," Grandma chided.

Grandpa brushed her off. "This is why he’s like this—you’ve all spoiled him! Today, we enforce family discipline! The Fang Family still has rules!"

Fang Shijie jumped up. Family discipline was no joke—he’d been on the receiving end once and couldn’t move for a week. Just as he was about to intervene, Fang Zhiyi stood.

"Grandpa, I was wrong!"

Grandpa eyed him. "You mean it?"

"Yes! I won’t do it again!"

Grandpa coughed heavily. "Fine. Don’t let it happen again."

The room fell silent in disbelief.

Fang Shijie: Seriously? That’s it? What about the beating I took?

Little Hei, watching from the sidelines: Respect.

Two years later, Chen Ningxi was released from prison. To her surprise, someone was waiting—her long-lost mother.

Overjoyed, she hugged her, only to see the woman’s somber expression.

"What’s wrong, Mom?"

"Your father… he ran away."

"What???" Chen Ningxi froze. When she finally snapped out of it, she demanded to know everything that had happened.

The Zheng Family had gone bankrupt. Zheng Shikai had vanished. Chen Guodong, stripped of everything, had been hounded by creditors until he fled.

Chen Ningxi, who had clung to the hope of Zheng Shikai helping her rise again, was shattered. No wonder no one had visited her in prison—she thought they were busy. Now she understood. Fang Zhiyi had orchestrated it all.

She wanted to confront him, but she couldn’t even get near the Fang Family villa. Fang Zhiyi had taken over his uncle’s underground operations, transforming thugs into security and logistics personnel.

The Fang estate was now patrolled by guards.

Fang Shijie had been kicked out by the old man—told not to return until he found a partner.

Fang Zhiqing had returned abroad to pursue her passion for art, reportedly with a new boyfriend in tow.