Fang Zhiyi walked slowly home behind his family. In front of him, Fang's Mother kept turning around to curse at him, but he acted as if he didn't hear a thing.
"You debt-collecting demon! Let me tell you, every penny spent today is on you! Once you graduate from high school, you're going to work to pay me back!"
Fang Chengci chimed in, "Exactly, make him pay for it!"
Fang Zhiyi, however, stopped in his tracks.
"What are you standing there for? Do you still want to go out and cause trouble?" Fang's Mother fumed.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's expression, Fang Jianshu had a bad premonition. Then he saw him wave at Fang Chengci. Fang Chengci frowned at first, then walked over. "What? You want to pick a fight with me? Believe it or not, I'll..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Zhiyi suddenly raised a finger and, right in front of his face, poked the motorcycle parked next to them.
Fang Chengci watched helplessly as the large motorcycle lost its balance, crashed to the ground, and let out an ear-piercing alarm.
"You!"
A door opened in the adjacent stairwell, and a burly man rushed out.
Fang Zhiyi took two steps back. "Little brother, even though you don't like Uncle Gu, you can't do this!"
"I..." Before Fang Chengci could finish, the burly man grabbed him.
This man surnamed Gu was a rough character from the streets. Previously, when Fang Jianshu mischievously messed with his motorcycle and got caught, he pushed the blame onto Fang Zhiyi. The honest Fang Zhiyi just accepted it, and he even took a beating that time.
"Brother Gu! It wasn't him, it wasn't Xiao Ci, it was him, it was..." Fang's Mother panicked.
Gu Yuan turned to look at Fang Zhiyi. He might not know about other things, but he knew Fang Zhiyi was an honest and timid kid.
Fang Zhiyi played along perfectly. "It was me... Uncle Gu, if you're angry, just hit me. Don't hit my little brother."
Gu Yuan looked at his beloved motorcycle. "I don't care about your Fang family's business! But today won't be settled so easily!" He clearly didn't believe Fang Zhiyi's words.
Little Hei chimed in at just the right moment, "Well, you've certainly put the original owner's credit score to good use."
"It was him!" Fang Jianshu also grew anxious; he had watched with his own eyes as Fang Zhiyi pushed the motorcycle over.
The arguing once again attracted the neighbors. Seeing the Fang family, the neighbors all wore expressions of accustomed resignation. To cause so much commotion in just over a day, this family was truly something else.
As expected, the police arrived at the scene once again.
Facing the accusations from the rest of the Fang family, Fang Zhiyi blushed, lowered his head, and admitted his mistake, but Gu Yuan wasn't buying it.
"Do you think I don't know? This little brat of yours loves causing trouble the most! And whenever he does, he makes his older brother take the fall! Say no more! Pay up!"
The surrounding neighbors echoed their agreement; they had a very accurate understanding of Fang Zhiyi. Hearing the discussions of the crowd, an exhausted-looking police officer looked at Fang Jianshu and Fang Chengci. "They are both your biological sons, how can you be a father like this? Your child is taught to behave this way, and you still make the older one take the blame? Do you know what kind of behavior this is?"
Seeing that none of these people actually believed him, Fang Jianshu's face turned red with anger.
But anger aside, he still had to pay up.
The matter was only resolved after they even forced Fang Chengci to apologize.
Watching Fang Zhiyi still apologizing on behalf of his younger brother, while Gu Yuan waved his hand saying it had nothing to do with him, this scene almost made Fang Jianshu choke on his own breath.
"Go home!" he shouted angrily. At this point, he could no longer care about his pride.
Fang Zhiyi obediently followed behind.
The Fang parents held back their fury all the way, Fang Chengci felt extremely wronged, yet Fang Zhiyi was humming a little tune.
Finally, Fang Jianshu couldn't hold it in anymore. "You're still feeling proud, aren't you?" He wanted to beat this son, but the next moment, Fang Zhiyi's words sent a chill down his spine.
"Think carefully. If you hit me, tomorrow I'll dare to go scratch some cars, and the day after tomorrow I'll go help seven or eight old ladies cross the street or something..."
"You..."
"You what?" Fang Zhiyi cracked his neck. Fang Chengci lunged at him from the side, but Fang Zhiyi pinned him down with one hand and then slapped Fang Chengci's chubby face. Fang Chengci was slapped silly.
"Did you really think I was still going to spoil you? Huh? Raising your hand against me?" Fang Zhiyi said, not stopping his hands at all. A flurry of slaps left Fang Chengci dizzy and disoriented.
Fang's Mother stepped forward to pull him away. Fang Zhiyi turned his head. "Touch me once, and tomorrow you'll lose your entire family fortune. I am your son, after all."
"You, how did you turn out like this!" Fang Jianshu pointed a trembling finger at Fang Zhiyi.
"I should ask you. When he makes a mistake, you hit me. When he gets bad grades, he gets a reward. When I get good grades, it means nothing. He eats meat while I drink broth. What, did you pick me up from the trash?"
"You are the older brother. Shouldn't an older brother yield to his younger brother?" Fang's Mother accused.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Normally, an older brother yielding to his younger brother is fine, but with the way you people act, it's way too much."
He stood up, ignoring Fang Chengci who was clutching his face, and walked upstairs and through the door on his own. "Starting today, all of you better be careful." He suddenly turned his head back, revealing a smile more terrifying than a ghost's. "Also, no matter what I do, who do you think others will believe: me or him? Hmm?"
Following his pointing finger, Fang Jianshu looked at his younger son and remained silent for a long time.
That night, Fang Zhiyi slept very soundly.
But he still underestimated the extent of the Fang couple's favoritism. Right after waking up early in the morning, Fang Jianshu suggested that he move out, using the excuse that he was graduating soon anyway and could adapt to social life in advance.
Fang Zhiyi laughed. "Me? Adapt to social life? If you don't want to pay for my schooling anymore, just say so. Why bother with the excuses?"
"You!" Fang Jianshu raised his hand to strike, but was abruptly frozen by Fang Zhiyi's glare.
"You seem to have a bad memory."
"Unfilial son! Unfilial son!"
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands. "Of course, it's not impossible for me to leave this house. Bring out the money. Give me enough money, and I'll leave."
"In your dreams!" Fang's Mother cursed.
Fang Zhiyi stood up. "Alright, let's wait and see."
Watching him walk straight out the door, Fang Jianshu felt somewhat uneasy.
"Husband, is this Fang Zhiyi possessed?" Fang's Mother looked at the closed door and asked hesitantly. "How could he suddenly just..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Fang Jianshu had a dark expression. Too many things had happened over the past two days, and he needed to think things through carefully. Just then, Fang Chengci also came out. Seeing his younger son, a relieved smile appeared on his face. Fortunately, he still had this son.
If worse came to worst, he would just make Fang Zhiyi fend for himself once he turned eighteen!
At an intersection, an old lady sat on the ground, clutching her leg and crying out in pain, but the passersby all avoided her from a distance.
Suddenly, she heard someone approaching from behind. Her heart leaped with joy, and sure enough, that person reached out and helped her up.
"You're the one who bumped into..." The old woman grabbed that hand and turned her head, then froze. "Young man, it's you again?"
"Oh, Auntie, it must be destiny!"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
