"Fang Gousheng, I think you're going crazy."
Fang Shucai stood frozen in place.
Fang Zhiyi's mother was about to stop her, but upon hearing this, she was shocked: "Zhiyi, how can you call your father by his nickname!"
She was completely oblivious to Fang Shucai's expression.
"My son doesn't know my nickname, does he?"
Li Qingmei paused upon hearing this: "Perhaps you heard it from somewhere else?"
Fang Zhiyi stared at Fang Shucai in front of her: "I beat you when you were a kid because you kept doing stupid things, but I didn't teach you to do stupid things when you grew up, did I?"
Fang Shucai's hands began to tremble.
"He still has a scar on his butt, from when his dad beat him," Xiao Hei continued to provide information.
Fang Zhiyi's gaze swept over Fang Shucai's buttocks, seemingly unintentionally: "What, you really want to hit your father? Has that scar on your buttock made you hold a grudge for decades?"
Fang Shucai completely softened, and after a brief hesitation, asked, "Father?"
Fang Zhiyi put his hands behind his back, instantly transforming from a robust young man in his twenties into a dignified old man. Ignoring the terrified couple, he walked straight to the rocking chair on the balcony, plopped down, closed his eyes, and began to slowly rock.
"Is it really Dad? Zhiyi, don't scare your parents." Li Qingmei was still somewhat suspicious.
Fang Zhiyi said slowly, "I even borrowed the dowry for your wedding. It was sixty-eight yuan and eighty cents, wasn't it?"
At this point, Li Qingmei's face immediately tensed up.
"Um, son, oops, dad..." Fang Shucai was completely bewildered. He looked at his son lying there, swaying, and could only call him dad. "You, you're already dead! Why are you still clinging to your grandson? What's there to discuss? Get off him first..."
"You bastards! If you hadn't taught me such nonsense, would I still be unable to rest in peace? Huh?" Fang Zhiyi's voice rose.
Fang Shucai's face was full of bitterness: "We didn't teach him anything wrong. We've always taught him to be kind to others and to be an honest and upright person..."
"Being honest and dutiful? Then let me ask you, is it honest and dutiful for that grandson of Fang Daming to make Zhiyi help with work without paying her a single penny?"
"He works at the factory, and just because his cousin couldn't find his way, he specifically called him out to guide him? Is this what you call being a dutiful son?"
"One phone call and you made him stand in the scorching sun to pick me up at the station, carrying all my bags and running around for me without even giving me a sip of water? Is this what you taught me?" Fang Zhiyi's anger grew stronger.
"Sir, you did take a sip of water..."
"Shut up!"
“This…” Fang Shucai looked at his wife, the couple had never heard Fang Zhiyi mention this before.
"You have no shame? Is this how you earn face? You think you're shameless if you don't help people for free? If you want face, go earn it yourself! How did I end up raising such a scoundrel like you? I..." Fang Zhiyi suddenly jumped off the rocking chair, snatched the feather duster from Fang Shucai's hand, and was about to hit him.
"Don't get too carried away, he's not your son, he's not!" Xiao Hei quickly stopped him.
The original owner of this body was desperately trying to stop him: "Grandpa, don't hit my dad, why don't you hit me instead..."
Fang Zhiyi abruptly stopped what she was doing and angrily threw the feather duster on the ground.
"From now on, he can do whatever he wants, understand? If you interfere again, I'll beat you to a pulp!" Fang Zhiyi was truly angry.
"Can't I even discipline my son..." Fang Shucai muttered, but seeing Fang Zhiyi do his father's classic move of taking off his shoes and holding them in his hand, he immediately gave in, "Dad, you decide. Anyway, Zhiyi is all grown up now, he should make his own plans."
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