Chapter Fifty-Two: Teaching Younger Brother One

  This day was just another ordinary day for Fang Zixuan, going to school, getting off school, eating, even the dishes were almost the same as yesterday's. The only unusual thing was that Fang Jianlin, who usually didn't come home, came back early and was chatting with Zhang Yun with a smile, and even showed a kind fatherly attitude towards his sister and brother.

  "Did Dad take the wrong medicine today?" Fang Zikai couldn't help but whisper, tugging on Fang Zixuan's sleeve. He was used to seeing his father, Fang Jianlin, drunk and arguing with Zhang Yun, but this smiling model good father made him very uneasy. Wouldn't he also change overnight like his sister?

  Fang Zixuan looked at him expressionlessly, staring at the hand that was holding her sleeve, and Fang Zipeng only reluctantly let go of her sleeve.

  Although she still didn't get along with her sister, it was undeniable that she was very useful. One day, Zhang Yun casually mentioned letting Fang Zixuan help Fang Zipeng review his lessons. The usually obedient Fang Zixuan executed the command like a robot, disregarding his fierce resistance, and dragged him to the study room. With a "whooshing" sound, she highlighted key points for him, using force to intimidate him into memorizing until dawn. At that time, he even had the urge to kill someone, but unexpectedly, on the day of the exam, 70-80% of the questions were from the content Fang Zixuan forced him to memorize. For the first time, he felt like his pen was guided by a divine force. In that exam, for the first time, he didn't cheat and scored at a mid-level in the class.

  After that, he couldn't help but admire this study-obsessed sister. At least in terms of studying, she was indeed a goddess worthy of worship. Having gotten a taste of sweetness, he naturally asked her to help him with his homework every time, and with the blessing of the study-obsessed sister, his grades soared. The way teachers and classmates looked at him greatly satisfied his vanity.

  He isn't really lazy and doesn't love studying, it's just that studying is really tiring. He naturally has no motivation, now there's a shortcut, as long as he spends a bit of time before the exam, he can get good grades, who wouldn't do that?

  Since he needed something from her, he naturally didn't dare be too presumptuous in front of Fang Zixuan.

  "Zi Xuan, you did well on this exam. Daddy brought back a Chanel bag for you from France. Take a look and see if you like it?" Fang Jianlin smiled warmly.

  "Thank you." Fang Zixuan took over the bag in a docile manner, and no one could tell her preferences.

  "Hmph, why don't you tell us how many points Zi Xuan scored?" Zhang Yun sneered from the side, "Don't pretend to be a good father, maybe this gift was originally meant for some other woman and since it couldn't be given away, it was given to your own daughter instead."

  Fang Jianlin's face flashed with a hint of endurance, this unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, she had given her a customized Hermès bag, and she had accepted it readily. But that attitude was still despicable enough to make one's blood boil.

  "Zi Peng, you should learn from your sister. This is a gift from Dad." Fang Jianlin affectionately patted Fang Zipeng's head and gave him the latest iPad.

  Who knew Fang Zikai didn't just take it with a delighted face, but instead scowled and said, "I already have this. Mom bought it for me last month."

  Zhang Yun smiled triumphantly on one side, "Son, you should know by now who is best for you."

  Jiang Lin felt very embarrassed. "Then you take it first, and Dad will buy you something else next time."

  "I don't want! I don't want!" Fang Zipeng refused to change his spoiled nature, "She has gifts, and I also want gifts! I want them now!"

  "This..." Fang Jianlin was somewhat anxious, but also helpless. How would he know what his son liked or lacked? These things were just handed over to the secretary to handle.

  His pleading eyes turned to Zhang Yun, but saw her gloating smile, and had to turn to Fang Zixuan again.

  Fang Zixuan thought for a moment and handed over the bag in her hand to Fang Zipeng, "Here. Take it, don't cry anymore."

  She has never had a good way to deal with naughty children who don't listen to reason.

  Fang Zikong was stunned for two or three seconds. He slammed the bag to the ground, and himself fell to the ground rolling around, crying even louder, "Fang Zixuan you bully me! I don't want a woman's bag!"

  Zhang Yun always thought that his son's temper was annoying, but this was the first time he felt happy and relaxed because of his son's temper. He couldn't help but fan the flames, "My poor son, what did your sister do to you? It's all because of your heartless father!"

  "What do you want? My little ancestor." Fang Jianlin was driven crazy by his son, and that careless Zhang Yun didn't let him off easy. His patience was about to run out, but Fang Zikai just kept wailing and wouldn't say a word.

  "Alright, alright, I'll give you the money. You can buy whatever you want yourself." Fang Jianlin pulled out a stack of cash from his wallet and tossed it at his son. Fang Zipeng finally calmed down, sniffling as he picked up the scattered bills and stuffed them into his pocket. At the same time, he didn't forget to put away his iPad - after all, no one ever complained about having too many toys.

  Zhang Yun sneered, "It's rare that you've come back home today and are being so nice to us mother and daughter. I think it's a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken, with no good intentions. Speak up, what do you want from me again?"

  Fang Jianlin's face stiffened for a moment, and he forced a smile, saying, "We're all family, what's the point of asking if you want to or not?"

  Zhang Yun took a look at his attitude and understood even more in her heart. The relationship between the two had become increasingly awkward over the years, and they were nominally husband and wife but actually strangers. Except for occasions where both must attend together, they usually didn't see each other, each doing their own thing. Zhang Yun had long since given up on this husband of hers.

  Today, Fang Jianlin was unusually gentle and courteous in his speech to her, he must have had something to ask for, probably related to his powerful maternal family, and she wouldn't let go of the rare opportunity to make things difficult for him.

  "A family? I'm not capable of that." Zhang Yun blew on her freshly done nails, looking at him disdainfully. "It's not easy to get a glimpse of Fang San Shao, you know."

  "Eating together, we're all family, don't be so distant." Fang Jianlin's tone was quite tight, not mentioning the matter at hand, but instead smiling and proactively greeting them, his face showing no signs of embarrassment, even Zhang Yun couldn't help but marvel at how thick-skinned he had become.

  Fang Zixuan remained silent, eating her food without a word, completely ignoring the undercurrents on the table. Fang Zipeng, on the other hand, was busy flipping and rearranging the dishes on the table, making each dish unappetizing after his handling. Fortunately, neither Fang Jianlin nor Zhang Yun's minds were on the food either.

  Fang Jianlin can count on one hand the number of days in a year when he sits down to eat with his wife and children. Normally, he is drunk and sleeping in a beautiful place. Although he has no say in the Fang family, he also has several profitable businesses under his name, including a top-level private club in S province. The actual manager is one of his mistresses, but he is also considered one of the actual operators. For someone who is not good at anything, he is an expert in eating, drinking and having fun.

  "Zi Xuan, are you tired from studying lately?" Fang Jianlin said with a smile, breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table.

  "It's fine." She put down her chopsticks, swallowed the food in her mouth, and only then replied slowly and calmly. This kind of upbringing and Fang Zikai's rough appearance, who ate his rice everywhere, formed a sharp contrast, making people wonder if they were really siblings born to the same mother.

  Although they were brother and sister, born of the same parents and raised in the same environment, their personalities differed greatly. Fang Jianlin and Zhang Yun rarely spent time with their children and even more rarely sat down to eat together, but when they did, they finally realized this point. They had long forgotten about the rebellious Fang Zixuan from the past. In comparison, they naturally preferred the obedient, sensible, and book-loving daughter in front of them now, although she was a bit quiet and introverted, but at least she gave them peace of mind.

  "Zi Xuan, you are the sister, from now on, take care of your brother more often." Zhang Yun's son is her treasure, her husband is unreliable, in the future she will have to rely on her son. However, she also has a playful personality, it's impossible for her to stay at home every day taking care of her family and teaching her children. She just hopes that Fang Zi Xuan this sister can take on the role of a good sister and take good care of Fang Zi Peng.

  Although Fang Jianlin and Zhang Yunyi were not on the same page, they reached an agreement on this matter. "Zixuan, Zipeng will be handed over to you from now on. You not only need to discipline him in his studies but also restrain him in life."

  Fang Zikong treated his parents' words as nothing but a breeze in his ear, not even sparing them a glance, and only responded with a cold snort.

  She paused for a few seconds and asked very seriously, "Hand over Fang Zikai to me? To manage him every day, whether it's studying or living?"

  A pair of parents who only care about their own pleasure outside, leaving a young daughter and son at home, and even have the audacity to let the daughter take care of the son. The most astonishing thing is that both of them are acting as if it's perfectly normal, without any sign of guilt or shame.

  "Uh, you have to take good care of your brother. If Zi Peng can read as well as you do, that would be great." Zhang Yun patted his son's head. If his son could also get some top honors and come back, perhaps Old Master Fang would be so pleased that he would give him even more shares.

  "Good, actually Zǐ Péng is very clever. As long as he works hard and reads books, his grades won't be bad." Fang Zi Xuan said sincerely. If Fang Zi Peng were a fool, it would be impossible for him to get mid-range scores by cramming just one night, even if she helped him narrow down the scope.

  Her words inadvertently pleased Fang Jianlin and Zhang Yun, no one would want their children to be useless, even if they are spoiled, they still hope in their hearts that their sons will not be like themselves.

  "Son, Mom has faith in you. From now on, listen to your sister's words, got it?" Zhang Yun gently kissed the top of Fang Zipeng's head.

  "I'm so annoyed! You've been chattering all night, can't you just eat already?" Fang Zikai said with a look of impatience, and threw down his chopsticks.

  "You this kid——" Zhang Yun didn't get angry, instead he kindly picked up the chopsticks and put them in his hand, obviously already used to his bad attitude.

  Fang Zikong didn't take it kindly at all, and simply threw the chopsticks to the ground, stepping on them heavily twice.

  "Fang Zikong, stand up." Fang Zixuan said in a low voice.

  "What's wrong? Who do you think you are? What makes you tell me to get up?" Fang Zikeng leaned back in his chair with a swagger, looking like the king of the world. "I'm not getting up, what can you do about it."