Chapter Eighteen: Demolition

  Fang Zixuan carefully removed the handkerchief from Fang Zipeng's mouth, pinched a corner and threw it into the trash can. On that side, Fang Zipeng, whose mouth had just been freed, began to scold loudly.

  "Fang Zi Xuan, I'll screw your grandfather!......"

  "Is it your grandfather? Your uncle? Are you sure?" She looked at Fang Zikai with a sincere and puzzled expression.

  At the thought of his uncle's stern face, Fang Zipeng couldn't help but shudder.

  "I'll kill your whole family..." This time his tone was much weaker.

  She looked at him with a sympathetic expression, "How are you planning to kill yourself?"

  Fang Zikong glared at her, feeling that he had suffered the greatest humiliation of his life today, and his body and mind were severely traumatized. After all, he was still a child, and his vocabulary for scolding people was limited. Those seemingly fierce words were just learned from those rascals, and it would take a long time to master the flexible use of them.

  Today, he was led around like a dog in front of everyone by her, with a belly full of resentment and grievances that couldn't be expressed in words, so he could only choose the most primitive way to let it all out - loud wailing.

  Tears and snot flowed simultaneously, sobbing uncontrollably, heart-wrenching. But Fang Zixuan didn't even glance at him, leaning against the back of the chair with her eyes closed, completely immersed in her own world.

  The driver in front couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, this brother and sister were simply freaks, whoever encountered them would be unlucky. Fang Zikai's shrill screams were like devilish music to his ears, how much self-control must he have had to suppress the urge to cover his mouth or his own ears.

  Fang Zixuan opened her eyes and saw the driver's pale fingers tightly grasping the steering wheel, still not looking at Fang Zipeng, calmly saying, "If you don't shut up again, I'll stuff your mouth again, believe it or not."

  Fang Zikong was taken aback, then suddenly furious, and forgot to wail. He directly pounced on her, wanting to strangle her to death. However, he was still a ten-year-old kid who had been sitting and playing games for a long time. Although he looked fierce, he was actually a paper tiger. Fang Zixuan was four years older than him and had already developed physically. She was much taller than him and easily subdued him.

  "It seems I still have to tie you up." She took out a rope.

  As soon as he saw that rope, Fang Zipeng was so enraged that he almost died of anger. "Fang Zixuan, if you have the guts, kill me!"

  Her expression was one of utter astonishment, "Of course I didn't, don't you know?"

  Fang Zikong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "You're not my sister! You're an old witch!......"

  "Huh? You've discovered it," she suddenly felt that Fang Zikun's IQ was not low, although she didn't intend to loudly announce to the world that she was no longer Fang Zixuan, but also hadn't deliberately concealed herself. However, up until now, except for Fang Zikun, surprisingly no one had discovered that she was no longer Fang Zixuan. "But Old Witch shouldn't have... yet..."

  After all, she was only thirty when she died.

  She said seriously, "Although it's helpless to say so, but from a blood relationship perspective, you still have to call me sister."

  Even if she is Chen Zheng, she is still Fang Zikai's half-sister with the same father but different mothers. This is something she doesn't want to admit, but it's an undeniable fact.

  She was explaining very seriously on this side, while Fang Zikun was scolding non-stop on the other side, but his combat effectiveness had already been greatly weakened, and he could only say things like "bad woman, evil wife".

  The driver was almost driven to a nervous breakdown by the two little ancestors in the back seat, and he could only hope to return to his old mansion as soon as possible to escape from this endless suffering.

  It wasn't long before they arrived at the Fang family's old mansion, and only then did she untie him. Along the way, Fang Zikun had already become exhausted, and as soon as he saw the gate of the old mansion, before the car even came to a stop, he quickly jumped out of the car, ready to go find an adult to tattle to.

  Fang Zixuan didn't forget to say to the driver, "Thank you, it's been a hard journey."

  The sentence sounds flat and formulaic, but the driver was suddenly stunned.

  What's going on? Miss Wu can also speak politely! This joke has gone too far!

  Because Fang Zixuan thanked her slower than Fang Zipeng, when she arrived at the hall, he had already finished telling the story with great fanfare and was looking at her with a smug expression. Zhang Yunzheng, who hadn't seen him for a while, was hugging him with concern and asking if he was cold.

  "Zi Xuan, how can you be a sister? I've told you so many times to give in to your brother, don't you understand?..." As soon as she saw her, Zhang Yun started scolding with an angry face, "How could you tie up your brother, is this what it means to be a sister? What if he gets hurt?..."

  Fang Zixuan remained expressionless, hanging her head and waiting for her lecture to be over, without saying a word in defense.

  Zhang Yun spoke at length, her mouth getting a bit dry. Only then did she realize that she had been unusually silent, and her heart began to feel a little uneasy. Her two children were both hot-tempered. When Zhang Yun got married, it took several years for her to have Zixuan, whom she spoiled like a precious gem for many years. Later, after having Zipeng, Zhang Yun favored her son more, but Zixuan's temper had already been spoiled to the extreme. Whenever Zhang Yun scolded her, Zixuan would jump up and make a scene as if she wanted to fight with her mother. So every time there was a dispute between the two children, it always ended in nothing. When did she ever have such a gentle and obedient attitude when being scolded?

  "Zi Xuan, are you uncomfortable somewhere?" Finally, Zhang Yun couldn't help but slow down his tone and looked at Fang Zi Xuan with some concern, after all, she was his own daughter.

  She lifted her head and slowly opened her mouth, "Mother's teachings are good, but before going out, grandma entrusted me to take care of my brother and not let him leave my sight. Fang Zikai refused to be with me, so I can only tie him up."

  Fang Zixuan is a stubborn and single-minded person, doing things seriously and properly. Once she promised, she must do it. However, the education she received since childhood was not to disobey her elders. This principle had been deeply ingrained in her bones, so even if she thought she did nothing wrong and didn't truly regard Zhang Yun as her mother in her heart, she still had to wait until Zhang Yun finished scolding before speaking up.

  Mrs. Fang had just returned from the flower house and happened to hear Fang Zi Xuan's explanation of this sentence, seeing the formation in the living room, she guessed that Zhang Yun was teaching her daughter a lesson. As for her grandchildren, she had always been impartial, having given birth to five sons before finally having a daughter, so she treasured her daughter greatly, naturally without any thoughts of favoring boys over girls. However, it was also impossible for her to have special affection for such an unruly granddaughter like Fang Zi Xuan.

  She just didn't see eye to eye with Zhang Yun, and whatever the enemy opposed she would support. With this in mind, she didn't hesitate to tear down Zhang Yun's platform: "Zi Xuan is a good kid, I entrusted her with this matter, and it seems like she's doing a great job as an older sister, even better than those mothers who don't teach their sons."