"I, I didn't say anything." A servant looked somewhat uncomfortable. Although he looked down on Fang Zhiyi, with the master and madam present, he didn't dare to admit it.
"Zhiyi, what's wrong?" Fang's Mother turned around and asked. She was somewhat dissatisfied. The Jian family was obviously not giving them face, and she naturally blamed this on Fang Zhiyi. Although her tone was gentle, it carried a hint of reproach.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly took two steps toward the servant and, under his astonished gaze, slapped him hard across the face.
His sudden violent action left everyone momentarily stunned.
The servant staggered from the slap. Recovering his senses, he covered his face and asked, "Eldest Young Master, what did this lowly one do?"
Fang Zhiyi pointed at him. "As a servant, you dare to gossip about this young master. Are you tired of living?"
The servant hadn't expected Fang Zhiyi to say this, and his legs instantly grew weak from fear.
"And you, what the hell are you laughing at?"
The other servant kept quiet out of fear.
"Big brother, today is your big day. Let it go," Fang Congyun finally spoke. He had to present himself with the demeanor of a future family head.
Fang Zhiyi shot him a sidelong glance. "I'm talking about them, not you, right? As my younger brother, you just listen to two servants insult your big brother? Are there no rules in the Fang family anymore?"
Fang Congyun clearly hadn't expected his big brother to pull such a move. He hesitated for a moment, then immediately glared at the two servants. "Is my big brother someone you can gossip about? Drag them away! Wait for your punishment when we get home!"
The two servants were dragged out, begging for mercy the whole way.
The Jian family's butler standing to the side was a bit puzzled. He had heard earlier that this useless eldest son of the Fang family had a pretty good temper, and was even somewhat weak. What was this...
Fang's Father suddenly snorted. "Have you gone mad enough? If you're done, let's go. Don't embarrass us here!" He walked ahead with his hands behind his back.
Fang Zhiyi looked at his back. Mad enough? This was just the beginning.
Just like the original plot, the Jian family and the Fang family started discussing the wedding arrangements, like negotiating a business deal. Jian Xiaoyu sat there, occasionally glancing at Fang Zhiyi with unconcealed disgust in her eyes. But when she looked at Fang Congyun behind Fang Zhiyi, her gaze changed.
Without even turning his head, Fang Zhiyi knew what kind of expression the guy behind him was wearing.
He stood up directly. Fang Zhiyi's sudden movement made the heads of both families, who were in the middle of their conversation, freeze.
Fang's Father said in displeasure, "Zhiyi, do you have any manners? Sit down!"
Fang Zhiyi, however, turned and walked to his younger brother's side, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Why should I sit? The one who should be sitting here is Fang Congyun, not me."
"Big brother, what are you saying?" Fang Congyun was caught completely off guard.
"I see you and Miss Jian making eyes at each other. Me sitting in the middle is just getting in the way." Without giving him a chance to argue, Fang Zhiyi dragged Fang Congyun to the front.
"Fang Zhiyi! What are you saying!"
"This child, what's wrong with him today," Fang's Mother said with an apologetic smile.
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand at them. "You don't know, the two of them have long been deeply in love, their affection stronger than gold, unable to control themselves, defying all reason."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's face was filled with question marks.
"When I was coming here today, I was thinking about how to tell you all. Then I figured it out. This arranged marriage before birth was never really right to begin with. Free love is what we should advocate." He patted Fang Congyun heavily on the shoulder. "Brother, your big bro might not have much ability, but I understand you. Speak up boldly! I've got your back!"
For once, Fang Congyun was at a complete loss.
"You beast! What nonsense are you spouting!" Fang's Father's face completely fell.
Fang Zhiyi knew that he felt a mere Jian family was not worthy of a marriage alliance with the future head of the Fang family. He had probably known a little about the secret affair between Fang Congyun and Jian Xiaoyu all along.
"What am I saying? It's not up to me." Fang Zhiyi simply pointed at Jian Xiaoyu. "You there, stop glaring at me. It's not like I've eaten your family's rice. Just say it straight, do you like my younger brother or not?"
Jian Xiaoyu's face was full of shock and doubt.
Fang Congyun locked eyes with her for a moment. He naturally knew his own worth, and it was impossible for him to admit it.
But Fang Zhiyi continued to raise the stakes. "This is your only chance. Think carefully."
"Once you pass this village, you won't find this shop again."
"Love must be spoken boldly. True love can overcome all obstacles."
Jian Xiaoyu was a young girl after all, and possessed a straightforward personality. She stood up and admitted in front of everyone, "That's right! I do like Fang Congyun! I don't want to marry Fang Zhiyi! The one I've always liked is Fang Congyun."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar.
"You, you..." Patriarch Jian was so angry that his beard trembled.
"I have already consummated our relationship!" Jian Xiaoyu's words were shocking to the core.
Fang Congyun's face turned pale.
He did like Jian Xiaoyu, but he was very clear that with his status, he could find someone much better than her in the future.
"Congyun, say something! Your big brother makes a lot of sense! Why should my future be dictated by others?"
Fang Congyun started to stutter.
Things were completely different from what he had imagined, but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what was wrong.
"I, I..."
Fang Zhiyi acted as the hype man. "Come on! Come on! For love! For love!"
He chanted rhythmically, and even a few servants were nodding along to his beat.
"Miss Jian, I've helped you out. Now it's all up to my brother." Fang Zhiyi took a few steps back, leaving the stage to this pair of star-crossed lovers.
Jian Xiaoyu stared blankly at Fang Congyun. "Congyun, what's wrong? Have you forgotten the words you said to me? Congyun, you..."
"Could it be that my younger brother was just tricking the young lady?" Fang Zhiyi whispered to the butler, looking like a total gossip.
Although the butler didn't dare to answer, a few servants nearby leaned in a little closer.
"I heard before that someone tricked a young lady from another prominent family and refused to take responsibility..."
Fang Congyun closed his eyes tightly. "It's true!"
Fang's Father's face was ashen. He never would have expected things to turn out like this.
Fang's Mother gritted her teeth and glared at Fang Zhiyi in the back, her usual gentleness completely gone.
In contrast, a flash of joy crossed Patriarch Jian's eyes, though he kept a dark expression. "Your Fang family has a great business and vast wealth, yet you indulge your son in seducing my unmarried daughter. What do you have to say about this?"
"Get married, what else is there to say?" Fang Zhiyi chimed in, acting as if no one else was around.
Patriarch Jian looked at Fang Zhiyi. Previously, he couldn't stand the sight of him, but now he felt that this piece of trash was absolutely wonderful. In the future, if he came to visit, he would definitely be treated to the best food and drink!
What was originally supposed to be Fang Zhiyi's wedding had instantly turned into Fang Congyun's wedding.
The faces of the Fang family members were filled with anger and embarrassment. Conversely, the Jian family could barely suppress their smiles.
Jian Xiaoyu even secretly thanked Fang Zhiyi.
"I misjudged you before, Big Brother Fang."
"Still calling me Big Brother Fang?"
"Big Brother!" Jian Xiaoyu's face flushed slightly. This Fang Zhiyi was truly a good person!
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