The villagers watched the Fang family's internal strife. Those relatives of the Fang family showed no mercy when beating Fang Mingshan and his wife. The older ones were cursing back and forth with Old Lady Fang, making the scene incredibly lively.
Meanwhile, Fang Qingci was looking at her new home in disbelief. "Uncle, is this your house?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "It's rented. Do you think I print money?"
"Hehe."
"Right now, your parents' place is probably quite lively," Fang Zhiyi said with a hint of melancholy. "It's a pity we can't see it."
Fang Qingci remained expressionless. "Uncle, did you know it would turn out like this?"
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. "This is human nature. If they could find me, they definitely would have come for me. But since they can't, they have to take their anger out on the main culprits. You have to understand, none of our relatives are easy to deal with."
He glanced at Fang Qingci, who nodded in agreement.
"Sometimes, you don't have to do things yourself; you need to use your brain."
"But Uncle, didn't you also get locked up for a few days because you used your hands?"
Fang Zhiyi choked on his words and turned around indignantly. Xiao Wu waved his hands repeatedly. "Brother Fang, it wasn't me who told her."
"Old Yao!"
A figure fled in panic. "Brother Fang, I was just teaching Qingci to be a law-abiding citizen!"
"You motherf..."
Fang Qingci continued to go to school as usual. Now that she had completely let go of her family, she felt much more relaxed.
Except for that Wu Xiaohu, who still peeked at her from time to time.
Ever since Boss Wu made his stance clear, he had enrolled his son as a boarding student. Wu Xiaohu didn't know what was happening in the village, but the resentment in his heart grew heavier.
If it weren't for that money-losing wretch, he wouldn't be hated by his own father. Now, only his mother would come to see him secretly.
During recess, a familiar figure appeared at the classroom door.
"Fang Zhaodi! Tell Fang Zhiyi to come back to the village right now!" Fang Tianqi's face was full of anger. Yesterday, his parents were beaten up, and it was the village chief who finally mediated. His grandmother said it was all because of Fang Zhiyi and Fang Qingci. He had thought about it all night and decided to find Fang Qingci to settle this matter.
"And then?" Fang Qingci looked at him, her expression calm.
"And then you go home and get married! I will inherit Uncle's business in the future!" Fang Tianqi patted his chest.
Looking at this face, Fang Qingci suddenly felt a bit of regret that she hadn't drowned him in the river back then. But out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a figure. Thinking of what Fang Zhiyi had said, she suddenly softened.
"Whatever you say, who asked you to be my own brother? But you have to wait until your sister graduates, right?"
Fang Tianqi instantly became smug. See, he was the awesome one!
"Then give me some money! I'm going to buy something good to eat!"
Fang Qingci stood up. "It's too dangerous for you to go by yourself. Come on, your sister will go with you."
Watching her leave with Fang Tianqi, Wu Xiaohu frowned deeply. A moment later, he snorted disdainfully. "A money-losing wretch is a money-losing wretch, working like a horse for her brother for the rest of her life!"
Over the next few days, Fang Qingci satisfied almost all of Fang Tianqi's demands. She even helped him with his homework and gave him pocket money.
Everyone said that Fang Qingci was generous and treated her brother so well.
Some people advised her that Fang Tianqi's attitude showed he didn't treat her like a sister at all, but Fang Qingci just laughed it off, leaving those who advised her to sigh.
"Why are you cutting my living expenses?" Wu Xiaohu yelled at his mother.
The woman looked a bit worried. "Your dad said it. You don't need that much money living at school..."
"He's giving the money to my little brother again, isn't he?" Wu Xiaohu glared.
The woman tried to comfort him. "He's your brother. Your dad recently signed him up for an extracurricular class. When the time comes, Mom will bring your brother along to see you..."
"All you talk about is Wu Xiaobao! You don't care about me at all! For the sake of his business, he's willing to be a dog for Fang Zhiyi! Bah!" Wu Xiaohu was furious. He turned and ran, ignoring his mother calling out to him at the school gate.
Running behind the teaching building, his nose tingled, and he began to cry helplessly. But before he could cry out a few times, he heard someone laughing at him.
"Oh, oh, oh, still crying like a baby. Even someone as small as me doesn't cry."
Wu Xiaohu turned around angrily and saw Fang Tianqi holding snacks, looking like he was enjoying a good show.
Fang Tianqi remembered that the Wu family were all bad people who helped Fang Zhiyi. "What are you looking at? Careful, or I'll tell my dad to beat you up! My dad said, don't think you're so great just because your family has money. Our family has backbone!"
Wu Xiaohu's chest he heave up and down.
Fang Qingci... Fang Tianqi...
A terrifying thought was born in his mind.
During class, Fang Qingci suddenly noticed a crumpled ball of paper on her desk. She slowly opened it; the handwriting on it was ugly.
"Money-losing wretch, I have your brother. If you want him to be okay, come to the back mountain. Remember, come alone! I want to settle the score with you!"
Fang Qingci froze for a moment, then smiled slightly, before immediately standing up with a panicked look on her face, startling the teacher who was giving the lesson.
"What's wrong?"
"Teacher, look, look at this..."
Wu Xiaohu was currently pacing back and forth. He had already figured out how to take revenge on that money-losing wretch. He would scratch her face and then make Fang Zhiyi bring money to ransom her! As for his family, they were the ones who abandoned him first, so he would just roam the world from now on!
Next to him, a bruised and swollen Fang Tianqi was crying uncontrollably, affecting Wu Xiaohu's imagination of the future. He kicked Fang Tianqi viciously in the stomach. "Shut up!"
Fang Tianqi screamed in pain. Just then, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard.
Wu Xiaohu looked into the distance in disbelief. "That bitch actually called the police?"
That wasn't how it happened on TV! He had a hostage, her own brother, how did she dare?
That's right, Wu Xiaohu's actions were all learned from TV, but reality was completely different from TV plots. Holding a penknife to Fang Tianqi's neck, he yelled and screamed at the arriving police officers and teachers, and the scene was somewhat out of control for a moment.
Fang Tianqi took the opportunity to bite down hard on his arm. Wu Xiaohu let go in pain. Fang Tianqi tried to run, only to hear someone shout, "Watch out!"
Then he fainted. Before fainting, he seemed to see his parents, their faces full of anxiety.
This case spread throughout the town, and the news quickly reached the village.
Boss Wu also rushed to the hospital, but he wasn't there to see Fang Tianqi, who had been knocked out by a stone, but to see his own son. After Fang Tianqi was knocked out, Fang Mingshan charged straight in. Thinking his son was dead, he beat Wu Xiaohu desperately, and it took a lot of effort to pull him away.
Medical examination showed that Wu Xiaohu had multiple fractures. Fang Tianqi was still in a coma, and Fang Mingshan was temporarily detained.
In the hospital, the Wu family and the Fang family almost started fighting again. Fortunately, police officers stopped them. Boss Wu looked at his son lying in the hospital bed with mixed feelings, but in the end, he could only harden his heart and leave.
Once Wu Xiaohu recovered, he would be sent to a juvenile detention center. His life was essentially ruined.
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