"I...I didn't say anything." A servant was a little uncomfortable. Although he looked down on Fang Zhiyi, the master and madam were both there, and he really didn't dare to admit it.
"Zhiyi, what's wrong?" Fang's mother turned around and asked. She was somewhat dissatisfied. The Jian family was clearly not giving her face, so she naturally blamed Fang Zhiyi for it. Although her tone was gentle, there was a hint of reproach in her voice.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly took two steps to the servant and, to his astonishment, slapped him across the face.
His sudden action stunned everyone.
The servant staggered from the slap, and when he came to his senses, he covered his face and asked, "Young Master, what happened to me?"
Fang Zhiyi pointed at him: "As a servant, you're gossiping about me, young master. Are you tired of living?"
The servants were so frightened by Fang Zhiyi's words that their legs went weak.
"And you, are you laughing at your mother?"
The other servant remained silent, trembling with fear.
"Brother, today is your big day, let's call it a day." Fang Congyun finally spoke, he had to act like the future head of the family.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her sideways: "You said they weren't talking about you, right? As my younger brother, you just listen to two servants insulting your elder brother? Does the Fang family still have any rules?"
Fang Congyun clearly hadn't expected his elder brother to pull this stunt so suddenly. He hesitated for a moment, then immediately glared at the two servants with hostility: "How dare you talk about my elder brother? Drag him away! Go home and wait for your punishment!"
The two servants were dragged out while begging for mercy.
The Jian family's butler, standing to the side, was somewhat puzzled. He had previously heard that this good-for-nothing eldest son of the Fang family had a rather good personality, even somewhat weak. This was...
Fang's father suddenly snorted, "Have you gone crazy enough? If you have, then leave. Don't embarrass yourself here!" He walked ahead with his hands behind his back.
Fang Zhiyi watched his retreating figure. Had he gone crazy enough? This is just the beginning.
Just like in the original story, the Jian family and the Fang family began to discuss the wedding, like doing business. Jian Xiaoyu sat there, occasionally glancing at Fang Zhiyi, her eyes full of undisguised disgust. But when she looked at Fang Congyun behind Fang Zhiyi, her eyes changed.
Without turning around, Fang Zhiyi knew what expression the guy behind her was making.
He stood up abruptly, which startled both family heads who were talking.
Mr. Fang said unhappily, "Zhiyi, don't you have any manners? Sit down!"
Fang Zhiyi turned around and walked to her younger brother's side, putting her hand on his shoulder: "Why should I sit? Fang Congyun should sit, not me."
"Brother, what are you saying?" Fang Congyun was caught off guard.
"I saw you and Miss Jian exchanging glances, and I'm just getting in the way sitting in the middle." Without saying a word, Fang Zhiyi pulled Fang Congyun to the front.
"Fang Zhiyi! What did you say?!"
"What's wrong with this child today?" Fang's mother asked with a smile.
Fang Zhiyi waved her hand at them: "You don't know, the two of them have long been in love, their love is stronger than gold, they can't help themselves, and it's beyond reason."
Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with question marks.
“When I came here today, I was thinking about how to tell you, and then I realized that arranged marriages are wrong from the start. Free love is what we should advocate.” He patted Fang Congyun’s shoulder heavily. “Brother, I may not be capable, but I understand you. Speak up! I’ll stand up for you!”
Fang Congyun was unusually at a loss.
"You beast! What nonsense are you spouting!" Mr. Fang was completely humiliated.
Fang Zhiyi knew that he felt that a small family like the Jian family was not worthy of a marriage alliance with the future head of the Fang family, and that he probably already knew about the affair between Fang Congyun and Jian Xiaoyu.
"What did I say? It's not up to me to decide." Fang Zhiyi pointed at Jian Xiaoyu. "Hey you, stop glaring at me. I haven't eaten your rice. Just tell me, do you like my brother or not?"
Jian Xiaoyu looked on in surprise and disbelief.
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