Chapter 15: The Detestable Fang Family

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Fang Zhiyan remained silent, but the expression on his face was far from pleasant. His eldest brother, accustomed to wielding authority at home, was still so rude even upon arriving at his rented room.

Fang Bei entered without a word and simply sat down on a chair. After surveying the surroundings, his gaze settled on the steaming bowl of meat soup.

“Oh? Living the good life, huh? Even meat soup to drink?”

He reached out directly for the bowl.

But before his hand could touch it, a slender knife swooped down sharply from above.

Startled, Fang Bei quickly withdrew his hand, glaring furiously at Fang Zhiyan.

“This is my family’s soup. We’re no longer one family; who invited you here?”

“Don’t you know how to knock before entering someone else’s home?” Fang Zhiyan said coldly.

Fang Bei ignored him and glared back in anger. “You dare hit me?”

Fang Zhiyan’s voice was icy. “Not only do I dare hit you, I’m willing to open your eyes. Want to try?”

Infuriated, Fang Bei snapped to his feet and slammed his palm on the table.

The table, supported by a frame, was unstable.

That slap could easily overturn it.

Quick as lightning, Fang Zhiyan lifted the bowl of soup.

“If you can’t have it, you want to make sure we can’t either?”

Fang Bei’s plan was foiled, and his expression darkened with rage.

“You’re just a servant’s son. Why should you get to eat meat soup?”

“Without Dad, without the Fang family, do you plan to starve out there?”

“I’m your eldest brother. Whatever we have at home is mine first. You dare stop me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll teach you a lesson?”

In this era, family loyalty was still deeply ingrained.

Fang Bei, self-proclaimed eldest brother, always tried to dominate Fang Zhiyan.

But to Fang Zhiyan, he was merely a joke.

Jiang Xu’s eyes showed a flicker of worry.

After all, Fang Bei was the eldest brother. If he truly caused trouble, she, a lone woman, would be powerless.

So Jiang Xu quickly said, “Zhiyan, let it go.”

Hearing this, Fang Bei glanced at Jiang Xu triumphantly.

“Fang Zhiyan, did you hear that? Give me the meat soup!”

Fang Zhiyan didn’t respond. He took a sip of the meat soup—it was fragrant, no wonder Fang Bei wanted it.

Then he set the bowl down on a nearby table and stepped toward Fang Bei.

“What do you want?”

Fang Bei took a few steps back, his gaze flickering nervously.

Especially with that slender knife in Fang Zhiyan’s hand—it was terrifying.

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The knife was bought specifically for Fang Zhiyan to practice surgical techniques, incredibly sharp.

Even a slight touch could injure Fang Bei.

Now, he was clearly all bark and no bite.

“Fang Zhiyan, I’m your eldest brother. Think carefully about what you’re doing!”

Before he finished, Fang Zhiyan stepped forward swiftly, raised the knife, and pressed it against Fang Bei’s neck.

Fang Bei froze instantly.

He stood rooted, afraid to move.

Though the blade didn’t touch his skin, it emitted a chilling coldness.

“Don’t, don’t do this, Fang Zhiyan. Don’t lose your temper. I’m your eldest brother.”

“What a load of nonsense,” Fang Zhiyan sneered. “Fang Bei, I won’t say this twice.”

“We are no longer one family. We have no ties. What are you doing coming here today?”

Fang Bei swallowed nervously, careful not to gulp too loudly for fear of the knife.

He cautiously explained, “A few days ago, Fang Fang was bullied by you and cried, so I—I came to check on her.”

“You came to avenge her?” Fang Zhiyan scoffed.

“Do you think you have the ability to do that?”

Fang Bei remained silent, clearly cowed.

That knife was truly intimidating.

Fang Zhiyan slowly withdrew the blade but kept his eyes fixed on Fang Bei.

“This knife is meant for you.”

“If you come looking for trouble again, I’ll tie you up and use this knife to cut through your skin, your dermis, subcutaneous tissue, and muscle.”

“Then I’ll plunge it into your chest and violently shred your internal organs.”

“Don’t believe me? Try me.”

Fang Bei’s eyes widened.

Though older, he was a homebody with little courage or social experience.

Hearing such violent and gruesome threats scared him so much he broke out in a cold sweat.

He shook his head repeatedly and took a few steps back.

Hesitating, he added, “Actually, I came because Dad told me to.”

“Dad said he’s no longer angry. If you behave and go back to cooking, washing, cleaning, and taking care of Grandma and Dad, he won’t hold past things against you.”

Jiang Xu, who had been silent, suddenly darkened her face.

“What did you say? Going back to work for them?”

Fang Bei blinked and stared at the knife, too afraid to answer.

Fang Zhiyan sneered, “Dream on. He’s not worthy of that.”

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“He has hands and feet. Why doesn’t he do it himself?”

“You’re his son too. Why don’t you go back and serve him?”

“Fang Bei, get lost. I’m not in the mood to waste words.”

“If you don’t leave, I really won’t let you off.”

Fang Zhiyan toyed with the knife in his hand, almost spinning a flourish.

Seeing the blade’s cold gleam, Fang Bei was terrified into dumbness.

He dared not say another word and slammed the door as he fled.

Jiang Xu rose and watched Fang Bei leave the rented room before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

She sat back down silently in the corner.

She had agreed to marry Fang Jianjun out of gratitude, but who would have thought he was such a scoundrel?

Even after she left, he continued sending his two children to harass her.

How deeply painful this was to Jiang Xu’s heart.

Fortunately, she had a good son who helped her escape his grasp.

A somber sigh escaped her lips.

Fang Zhiyan quietly approached and took his mother’s hand.

“Mother, it’s okay. I will protect you.”

“That Fang family isn’t our family. The three of us are a real family.”

“Our effort to live well is more important than anything.”

Hearing this, a warm current flowed through Jiang Xu’s heart.

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