Fang's parents were seething with anger the whole way, Fang Chengci felt incredibly wronged, but Fang Zhiyi was humming a little tune.
Finally, Fang Jianshu couldn't hold back any longer: "You're still so smug, aren't you?" He wanted to beat his son, but Fang Zhiyi's words the next moment made his back feel cold.
"Think it over. If you hit me, I might vandalize cars tomorrow, and help seven or eight old ladies the day after..."
"you..."
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Fang Zhiyi twisted his neck, and Fang Chengci pounced on him from the side. Fang Zhiyi pinned him down with one hand and then slapped him across the fat face. Fang Chengci was stunned by the slap.
"You really think I'm going to put up with you? Huh? You want to hit me?" Fang Zhiyi said, but her hands didn't stop. She slapped Fang Chengci several times, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
Fang's mother stepped forward to pull him away, but Fang Zhiyi turned his head and said, "If you touch me, you'll be bankrupt tomorrow. I'm your son."
"You, how did you become like this!" Fang Jianshu pointed at Fang Zhiyi with trembling hands.
"Hey, you hit me when he makes a mistake, you get a reward when he does poorly on a test, but it's nothing when I do well. He gets the meat while I only get the soup. What, did you pick me up?"
"You're the older brother, shouldn't you give way to your younger brother?" Fang's mother rebuked.
Fang Zhiyi shook her head: "Normally, it's fine for an older brother to give way to his younger brother, but for you two, it's going too far."
He stood up, ignoring Fang Chengci who was clutching his face, and went upstairs and into the room: "From today onwards, you all better watch out." He suddenly turned around, his smile more terrifying than a ghost's, "Also, no matter what I do, do you think others will believe me or him? Hmm?"
Following his gaze, Fang Jianshu looked at his youngest son and remained silent for a long time.
Fang Zhiyi slept soundly that night.
However, he underestimated the extent of Fang Jianshu and his wife's favoritism. After getting up early in the morning, Fang Jianshu suggested that he move out, arguing that since he was about to graduate anyway, he could adapt to social life in advance.
Fang Zhiyi laughed: "Me? Adapt to social life? If you don't want to support my studies, just say so, why bother?"
"You!" Fang Jianshu raised his hand to strike, but was intimidated by Fang Zhiyi's gaze.
"You seem to have a bad memory."
"The traitor! The traitor!"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged: "Of course, it's not impossible for me to leave this house, but give me money. I'll leave once I've paid enough."
"You're dreaming!" Fang's mother scolded.
Fang Zhiyi stood up: "Fine, we'll see."
Seeing him leave directly, Fang Jianshu felt somewhat uneasy.
"Husband, is Fang Zhiyi possessed?" Fang's mother asked hesitantly, looking at the closed door. "How could she suddenly..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Fang Jianshu said with a stern face. Too much had happened in the past two days, and he needed to think it over carefully. Just then, Fang Chengci came out as well. When he saw his youngest son, a relieved smile appeared on his face. Fortunately, he still had this son.
If all else fails, we'll let Fang Zhiyi support himself when he turns eighteen!
At an intersection, an old woman sat on the ground, hugging her legs and groaning, but passersby kept their distance.
Suddenly she heard someone approaching from behind, and she was overjoyed. Sure enough, the person reached out and helped her up.
"It was you who hit me..." The old woman grabbed the hand, turned her head, and then froze. "Young man, it's you again?"
"Oh, ma'am, what a coincidence!"
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