Chapter 104 Sister, can I sleep with you tonight?
The dinner party in the evening was more private.
Most of the guests had a great time in the afternoon and left with their souvenirs. A few were left who planned to stay overnight, and Yan Xinyi had already arranged rooms for them.
Unexpectedly, after Su Yao woke up, she insisted on apologizing to Yan Xinyi in person. So, with the help of Yi Mohan and Fang Manman, she went to the restaurant.
Yan Xinyi could only ask people to sit down and eat together, so the atmosphere at the table became strange again. Fang Zhen, on the other hand, only came down to take a look and then said he was going out to talk to a friend about a project, under Yan Xinyi's glare.
Yan Xinyi sat in the main seat, with Fang Ke, Fang Yiling, and Zhao Qi on her left, and Fang Yefan, Fang Manman, Yi Mohan, and Su Yao on her right.
She forced herself to finish an extremely awkward meal. Yan Xinyi was considering Fang Ke's suggestion: whether or not to make a sign to prevent XXX and XX from entering.
However, the people on both sides seemed to be doing alright, discussing topics that interested them, but not exchanging any information with the other side.
Yan Xinyi kicked Fang Yefan under the table, signaling him not to be so obvious; all her words from that afternoon had been for nothing.
Fang Yefan said sullenly, "Why don't you go ask her? She herself is unwilling to reconcile with me."
Yan Xinyi almost found it absurd, "You're the older brother!"
"Is there a brother who gets slapped by his sister at the slightest disagreement?"
Yan Xinyi was also startled. "She hit you?"
Fang Yefan showed her her face, which still had red marks, and said, "She's sick. She learned some martial arts somewhere and is now a pure violent maniac."
After reading it, Yan Xinyi was unsure of the outcome and asked Fang Ke for advice.
Fang Ke raised an eyebrow and gave her a cold look from afar, but Fang Yefan deliberately turned his head away from her.
Fang Ke was speechless. How old is he? Still complaining.
She turned around and directly accused Fang Yefan, "He bullies me all the time because he's two years older than me. He hit me for the sake of other little vixens. What's wrong with me slapping him a couple of times? He's hit me quite a few times before."
Fang Ke, finding one hand insufficient in his gesture, resorted to using both hands, saying, "This number is more than that."
Yan Xinyi was utterly terrified with anger. "He actually dared to hit you?!"
Fang Ke nodded reluctantly, "Mmm!"
Yan Xinyi's face darkened. "Mom will get justice for you."
She turned directly to Fang Yefan and said, "Come to the study later to receive your punishment."
Fang Yefan: ? ? ?
"Why me?"
Ask yourself.
"I asked……"
Fang Yefan was going crazy; he was going to develop PTSD from that sentence!
Fang Yefan glared at Fang Ke, who then raised her juice and said, "Cheers."
"..."
Seeing their interaction, Su Yao, who was sitting at the very end of the table, pursed her pale lips.
She ignored Yi Mohan, who was serving her food, and instead said softly to Fang Yefan, "Yefan, could you please serve me a bowl of the chicken soup in front of you?"
Fang Yefan was immediately drawn to the attention and quickly asked a servant to bring a clean porcelain bowl so that he could properly serve Su Yao a bowl of soup.
At this moment, Fang Yiling put down her chopsticks, wiped her lips with a tissue, and then spoke, her words startling and unforgettable.
"Sister, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"puff--"
"Bang!"
"Clanging and banging—"
Fang Yiling startled everyone at the table; three people sprayed water, three dropped their bowls, and two others stared in disbelief.
Fang Ke sprayed out his juice and coughed violently, "Cough cough cough, what are you talking about, you silly boy?"
Fang Yiling's expression remained unchanged, as if he had said something completely ordinary: "Is it not allowed? You used to sleep with me when we were little."
Ignoring the bowl that had just shattered on the floor, Fang Yefan finally couldn't hold back and slammed his fist on the table, "What nonsense are you spouting? She was already away at school when you were little, she had to stay with..."
Fang Yefan quickly stopped talking, almost biting his tongue.
Fang Ke is only two years younger than him, and the two of them really grew up together. When they were little kids, they would fall asleep together after playing until they were tired.
He almost said that if she were to stay with someone, it would be to sleep with him, but now that he's said it, it sounds terrifying.
Fang Yiling looked at him calmly from afar, "My sister has been sleeping with me and telling me bedtime stories since I was one year old."
Fang Yefan was so angry he laughed. "You still remember when you were one year old? What a joke, you must be hallucinating."
"I remember, I still remember when you were little, you deliberately added itching powder to my bathwater, which made me have an allergic reaction for a week. The reason was that Mom and my sisters didn't go to cheer for your inter-school basketball game because they were celebrating my birthday."
"…………"
Fang Ke immediately became indignant: "What kind of scum are you? You don't even spare children!"
Fang Yefan's face turned pale and then red. "How did this get dragged into me! You should deal with your immature little brother first!"
Zhao Qi coughed and put a hand on Fang Yiling's shoulder. "Baby, you're fifteen years old now. You're an independent man now. You can't cling to your sister anymore, understand?"
Fang Yiling looked at him, finally a little dejected, "Is it really not possible? I just wanted my sister to tell me a bedtime story."
Fang Ke immediately felt a surge of tenderness and turned the person around, saying, "Bedtime stories are definitely possible. What classics would you like to hear? I'll read them to you before you go to bed tonight."
A smile finally appeared in Fang Yiling's eyes. "Can you continue the story you told me before you left last time?"
How could Fang Ke possibly remember what the story was? She agreed on the surface, preparing to play it by ear when the time came.
Fang Yefan watched the two of them from afar, lost in thought, but he had forgotten to serve the soup he had promised Su Yao.
Su Yao silently watched everything before her, her fists clenched tightly.
She felt that something must have gone wrong. She had the aura of a protagonist, and logically, wherever she went, she should be the focus of attention, and everyone's eyes should be on her.
Why is it that in these kinds of situations, Fang Ke is the one who ultimately becomes the focus?
Yi Mohan looked at her and asked, "Do you want more soup?"
Su Yao shook her head, looking even worse. She said to Yi Mohan, "Mohan, we might have to stay at the Fang family's place for the night."
Yi Mohan immediately frowned, and Su Yao said softly, "Why don't you go back first and come pick me up tomorrow? Manman is with me, nothing will happen."
Yi Mohan: "..."
After weighing the pros and cons, Yi Mohan finally said, "Fine, I'll go with you."
Su Yao smiled and said, "Mo Han, you're still the best."
The meal was a nerve-wracking experience for everyone. Fang Manman got off the table and complained to Su Yao, "Holy crap, what a mess the Fang family is in!"
Su Yao glanced at her coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're a member of the Fang family now too."
Fang Manman quickly covered her mouth, "Oh dear, I'm used to saying that. Yes, yes, I'm a member of the Fang family now, so it's not appropriate to talk like that. But those guys with the surname Fang, why do they all seem more and more perverted than the last one?!"
With one hand in his pocket, Yi Mohan watched from afar as Fang Yefan went with Madam Fang, and Fang Ke, Fang Yiling, and Zhao Qi went to the garden through another passage before he looked away.
For some reason, a long-lost sense of unease welled up in my heart.
He was far from as calm as he appeared.
When he saw Fang Ke surrounded by men like Liu Wei, he used to feel only contempt and disgust.
But when Fang Ke was surrounded by outstanding men, he couldn't help but start to feel annoyed. Were these men blind?
That evening, Fang Ke and Zhao Qi accompanied Fang Yiling to his courtyard. Zhao Qi thoughtfully read a book in the living room, leaving the two of them alone.
Fang Yiling had already taken a shower, changed into his pajamas, and blow-dried his hair until it was fluffy. He sat on the bed, while Fang Ke sat on a beanbag chair not far away, resting her chin on her hand.
After a long day of fun, she was starting to feel sleepy, so she just forced a smile.
"Tell me what story I told you before, was it an Eastern classic or a Western classic? Give me a hint."
Fang Yiling obediently lay flat on the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and thought for a while before saying, "Hmm... it's probably a story about a scumbag woman who travels through many parallel worlds and scumbags a man in each one..."
Fang Ke: ?
What are you talking about, please tell me?
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