Chapter Fifteen: Brother and Sister (Part One)

  Fang Ziyin stood in the shadow of the wall corner, except for the few words that Xiang Yang whispered to her ear, she didn't quite catch, but other than that, she understood everything else clearly. Although she was still young, she knew more about these rich boys' behavior than anyone else. Just looking at her uncle who had been womanizing since he was 16, and even Fang Zichen, who looked mature beyond his years, wasn't an exception either.

  "Big brother, I have an idea. Why don't we give Fang Zixi to that Yan San Gongzi..." After Xiangyang left, Fang Ziyin walked over to Fang Zichen and said in a low voice.

  Yang Yixiang has always had a liking for talented women, and Fang Ziqian is indeed a talented woman. Although the two are not familiar with each other, he has shown his appreciation for her several times, which has left her resentful.

  Fang Zicheng looked at her strangely, "I don't know what you're talking about."

  "You just said that I all heard," Fang Ziyin smiled with some complacency, compared to the violent and foolish Fang Zixuan, the real ladylike Fang Ziqian in the eyes of adults was the thorn in her side, the pain in her heart. Fang Ziqian is only two months younger than Fang Zixuan, she is the only daughter of her second uncle, her second aunt is a university professor, taught her daughter to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, is the most beloved granddaughter of Fang's parents.

  Because they were girls, Fang Zichen never took these sisters seriously, anyway, they would eventually be married off, which had nothing to do with his interests. Therefore, he was not particularly disgusted with Fang Qian's proposal, and simply frowned and rejected Fang Xiang's suggestion.

  "Didn't you say that Yan San Gongzi likes the unconventional? Doesn't Fang Ziqian's icy and elegant demeanor count as unconventional?" Fang Ziyin was determined to bring Fang Ziqian down from her pedestal, using all her might to persuade.

  "In a city like Beijing, there are many talented women like her, what's so special about her? Moreover, she is after all the daughter of our Fang family. Don't be foolish, no matter what, we are one entity to outsiders, sharing honor and shame together. If she were to have some kind of mishap, it would not be beneficial for us." Fang Zicheng warned sternly, being a man with a clear head, he understood that his sister, who looked delicate and lovely, was actually a woman with an extremely strong jealous streak, the kind of person who could come up with all sorts of crazy ideas.

  "I'm not coming up with any bad ideas, big brother. Think about it, if Fang Zichen can win the favor of Yan San Gongzi, wouldn't our family be considered to have climbed up the social ladder and joined forces with the Yan family? At that time, Grandfather would probably hand over the company's power to you. If we really could join forces with a family like the Yan's, Second Uncle's whole family would also be grateful to you." Fang Zixuan said with all her might.

  Fang Zichen was somewhat moved. Fang Ziqian's appearance was not to be mentioned, and her temperament was even more exceptional, not at all like the daughter of a merchant, but rather like a refined lady from a noble family. Such a woman was naturally the dream lover of every young master, including Xiangyang, who also had a crush on her. However, Fang Ziqian was proud of her own nobility and looked down on everyone, being S Province's famous "high branch flower".

  Considering their similar ages, Fang Ziqian might actually catch Yan San's eye. If that were to happen, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing?

  As for whether Fang Ziqian is willing or not, it's no longer within his consideration. As the daughter of the Fang family, if she can't bring benefits to the Fang family, then the Fang family would have raised her for so many years in vain.

  Two weeks passed quickly, and Fang Zixuan finally regained her freedom. However, what made Fang Zipeng depressed was that his increasingly strange sister still refused to leave her room, seemingly enjoying the time spent reflecting on her actions. During these two weeks, Fang Zixuan became like an invisible person, and the attention of the people in the old mansion quickly shifted away from her. Except for the servant who delivered meals at regular intervals, almost everyone forgot about the fifth young lady who was being punished to reflect on her actions.

  As usual, Zhang Yun would come to pick them up and take them to the Zhang's house to stay. As that day drew near, Fang Zikai became more and more irritable. If the Fang family's old mansion was a fiery pit, then the Zhang's house was a wolf's den. In the old mansion, he was just a bit restrained, but at the Zhang's house, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

  These days he has been worried every day, thinking about how to escape the disaster, but Fang Zi Xuan is not powerful enough this year, hiding in the house all day, making him have no one to discuss with.

  This was exactly the kind of time Fang Zixuan enjoyed the most, she was originally a house girl, reading and writing in her room every day, without anyone coming to disturb her, even meals were delivered to her room, it wasn't peaceful like being an immortal.

  "Fang Zixuan, what are you doing in the room?" Fang Zipeng finally couldn't bear it anymore. Although at home, they each played their own games and didn't interfere with each other, but now in this gloomy old mansion, every day was spent unable to go out and play. Fang Ziyuan saw him as if he were an enemy, always picking on him, and he was fed up with this little brat's nonsense. These past few days had almost driven him mad, thinking of ways to escape every day. The anxious Fang Zipeng could only come find his sister in desperation.

  "Reading a book." Fang Zixuan raised her head and looked at him indifferently, replied briefly and lowered her head again.

  "Hey, are you kidding me!" Fang Zikeng looked at her and got so angry that he couldn't help but push her hard.

  Fang Zi Xuan seemed to have not heard, and she quickly hid behind the edge, then steadily picked up her pen to write. Her handwriting was naturally different from the original Fang Zi Xuan, neat and rigorous, without a single mistake. However, her family was too indifferent towards her, and no one noticed her change.

  "Being locked up for two weeks, the words are indeed different from before." Fang Zipeng took a peek and curled his lips in disdain. Her original handwriting was like a dog's crawl, slanted and uneven, and he was equally matched with her.

  But now, at least he can't write such words.

  Fang Zixuan looked at him with some surprise, it seemed that Fang Zipeng was the only one who cared about her after all. The articles she copied every day were placed on Old Master Fang's desk, but no one had ever really taken a look, probably they all ended up in the wastebasket.

  "Fang Zixuan, have you really changed?" Fang Zipeng looked at her with increasing incredulity, reaching out to touch her forehead. "Could it be a lingering effect from the car accident?"

  She used to never have the patience to sit at her desk for more than an hour.

  "Maybe." Fang Zixuan's eyes were calm and waveless.

  "What's the point? Are you just resigned to your fate? Are you willing to stay in this old house, stuck in that room? Ugh, this place is a nightmare, not even internet access... Fang Ziyuan, that little rabbit, had our room's internet cut off, and these servants are all so obedient to him, they don't even put me in their eyes...". Fang Zikai saw his only ally about to betray him, and didn't care about continuing to worry about her, hurriedly grumbling about his own situation. Although they weren't close usually, after all, this was still his own sister, every time at the old house with the Zhang family, they were always united against outsiders, he couldn't let her abandon him.