Unbeknownst to Xu Moran, as she closed the door with a slightly panicked gesture, the man at the dining table inside the house was widening his smile. Clearly, he greatly admired Xu Moran's flustered and disheveled appearance.

A buzzing vibration came from his pants pocket, and the smile on Xiao Anhe's lips vanished instantly. Very few people knew his phone number, and at this moment, only one person called: Fang Bingnan, whom he had been sent abroad after finishing elementary school and whose mother had arranged for him to take care of him.

Over the years, Xiao Anhe had come to regard Fang Bingnan as family, but Fang Bingnan had always humbly regarded himself as a servant. Sure enough, as soon as the call was connected, he called out to Xiao Anhe, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Xiao Anhe had corrected Fang Bingnan countless times, telling him to just call him by his name instead of constantly calling him "Young Master," which made him seem distant.

Fang Bingnan, however, insisted on addressing Xiao Anhe as "Young Master" because of the distinction between superiors and inferiors and the need to uphold the rules. In his actions, he strictly disciplined himself according to the old servant's rules.

Xiao Anhe sometimes felt fortunate that he was sent abroad after graduating from elementary school. If he had grown up in the Xiao family's old house, many old rules would have been applied to him. In such an environment, he would have been willing to get used to and accept them.

Xiao Anhe knew that Fang Bingnan must have heard about the chaotic fight that happened at the funeral hall of Old Master Xiao last night, which was why he called him. Not wanting Fang Bingnan to worry, he added a hint of a smile to his voice when he spoke, "Uncle Fang, I'm fine. You need to take good care of yourself during this time. I may not have time to come back to see you for a while."

Fang Bingnan instructed, "Young Master, for Madam's sake, you must also protect yourself. If you encounter any difficulties, remember to go to your maternal grandfather. Over the years, it's not that he didn't want to care about you, but there have been changes at the top, his political enemies are keeping a close eye on him, and Madam Fang is quite strict with him, so he hasn't had time to take care of you. In the end, you are blood relatives. Although your maternal grandmother passed away early, your maternal grandfather is still your maternal grandfather..."

"Uncle Fang, I know all of this." Before Fang Bingnan could finish speaking, Xiao Anhe interrupted him, "I will handle my own affairs. You just need to take good care of yourself in America."

Fang Bingnan did not continue talking about the Fang family in Beijing. Ever since Xiao Anhe's mother passed away, Xiao Anhe always seemed reluctant to say more whenever the Fang family was mentioned.

With Fang Wanxin's passing, the Fang family in the capital seems to have no connection with Xiao Anhe anymore.

The child has grown up; he is no longer the little boy who used to stay by his side. Now he is a man, and the most rightful heir of the Xiao family.

Now that problems have arisen, it's time for him to act like a man and truly face them independently.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up.

Although Fang Bingnan thought that it would be good for Xiao Anhe to have more experience now, since no one could really help him except Xiao Anhe himself, he was still worried. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone again.

This time, he made a landline call with the area code Beijing.

The phone number is extremely valuable; it's the kind that money can't buy, and it's a symbol of the power and status of the person who owns it.

The phone rang several times, and just when Fang Bingnan thought no one would answer, a voice came from the other end, "Hello..."

It had been more than ten years since he last made this call, and Fang Bingnan was a little nervous. "Sir, this is Fang Bingnan."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then he asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Master," Fang Bingnan said cautiously, "the young master may have encountered some trouble. Could you send someone to help him?"

Fang Min, on the other end of the phone, certainly knew who the young master he was referring to was.

A long time passed, so long that Fang Bingnan thought he had hung up the phone, before he heard him sigh softly and say, "Since he was born into the Xiao family, those little hardships are tests for him. If he can't even handle those small troubles, he doesn't deserve to be my nephew, Fang Min's nephew. As for his position in the Xiao family, even if he gets there now with the help of outsiders, he'll be kicked out before he even warms his seat, and he might even lose his life. Being born into the Xiao family is his fate, and he has no choice but to accept it!"

Before Fang Bingnan and Fang Wanxin were part of the Xiao family as dowry, Fang Bingnan worked for the Fang family. In other words, his parents were servants of the Fang family. He was born into the Fang family and later took the surname of his master.

Someone who grew up in the inner chambers of high-ranking officials, even if just a servant, knows that the deeper the social hierarchy, the more complex everything becomes, hiding the sordid, festering sores beneath the surface. The chapter you are currently reading, "Picking Up an Older Brother as My Husband," Chapter Nine: Letting Him Experience Itself, is only a small part. To read the full version, please search on Baidu: "香满路言情m.bookxml." Then search: "Picking Up an Older Brother as My Husband."