God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 719 - 789: Powerful Mind

Chapter 719: Chapter 789: Powerful Mind

Fang Yi had a premonition and a plan before coming to Tianjing. He was facing unprecedented difficulties, and a single misstep could lead to utter doom. Despite being a Heavenly Level expert and his solitude and pride, the stakes were high.

Encountering difficulties, Fang Yi never compromised. Hence, he had already devised a plan, which consisted of three steps, and now he had taken the first one.

Fang Yi’s trip to Tianjing, apart from solemnly announcing his return, was also about Shen Binan.

This woman was the first one he felt something for upon his return to his homeland, and the one he found it hardest to let go. He was not going to give her up without a fight.

When life felt inevitable and desolate, Fang Yi sought to take matters into his own hands.

Fang Yi regretfully dragged Liu Duanguang into his schemes, feeling apologetic, yet Liu Duanguang also pulled him into mire, demanding he cleans up the Dragon Team. Fang Yi couldn’t always be the one making sacrifices.

After dealing with Liu Duanguang, Fang Yi left the old quadrangle and made a phone call.

Jian Family.

A decade ago, the Jian Family shone brilliantly in Tianjing, a true First-class household. Now, their light was fading, having fallen to the status of a second-class family.

The Jian Family’s past glory stemmed from simple reasons—they were a house of loyalty and bravery. Several of Elder Jian’s sons were heroes.

Despite the seemingly tranquil international state of affairs, undercurrents swirled, and frictions arose between nations. Jian Rong’s three sons had all fought in wars, fallen on the battlefield, never to return home.

This valor earned the Jian Family personal respect from Prime Minister Xuan Cang, who posthumously honored them as a House of Loyalty and Bravery.

Elder Jian had been a Marshal. But, with age and his sons fallen in battle, disheartened, he resigned from his commission. Zhao Xueying became a widow due to these turn of events; she was wed to Elder Jian’s second son, who tragically died in battle within a year—a fate no one had foreseen.

Zhao Xueying seemed indifferent, remaining in the Jian household, turning a deaf ear to gossip and speculation. One theory was that if she left, it would tarnish her reputation and further strike at the Jian Family, potentially precipitating their decline.

Another theory was that Zhao Xueying was truly devoted to Jian Family’s second son. But this was just to fool the public; those in their social circle knew that Zhao Xueying and the second son had barely met and were not close.

To talk of love at first sight in today’s society would be laughable.

Yet throughout all this, Zhao Xueying kept silent, offering no protest or explanation, diligently serving as a daughter-in-law to the Jian Family, devoted and hardworking.

When Fang Yi arrived at the Jian Family residence, he brought a paper bag in his left hand and two bottles of Baijiu in his right. Zhao Xueying couldn’t help but speak with a tinge of sarcasm, "Well, if it isn’t Fang Yi. People don’t visit without a reason. What wind blew you here today?"

Fang Yi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, a look of intoxication washing over his face as if he had sipped fine wine, then opened his eyes and smiled, "Sister Xue, you’re mistaken. It isn’t a gale that drew me here, but a fragrant breeze."

Zhao Xueying’s cheeks flushed, and she retorted, "What fragrant breeze are you talking about?"

Fang Yi replied with a smile, "How can there not be? It’s naturally coming from you, Sister Xue." He grinned and leaned in.

Seeing her mixed emotions of annoyance and amusement, her shyness tinged with irritation, she quickly set her face sternly, "Don’t speak nonsense. I am a married woman."

Fang Yi laughed, "Alright, then call your husband out. Let me have a look at him."

However, as these words left his mouth, he saw Zhao Xueying’s expression darken. Fang Yi realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, Sister Xue. I misspoke."

While speaking, Fang Yi flicked his own face with a toss of his hand.

Zhao Xueying saw this and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "That’s enough; with that little strength, you’re just tickling yourself."

Fang Yi said, "I have to show my attitude, don’t I? If you’re still not satisfied, Sister Ying, you can slap me." This shameless fellow brought his face closer.

"Get out of here," Zhao Xueying said with a laugh of exasperation, pushing Fang Yi’s face away.

But Fang Yi shamelessly moved his face back to her and asked, "Sister Ying, are you still mad?"

Zhao Xueying replied, "I’m not mad, okay?"

Fang Yi didn’t believe her, "Really not mad?"

Zhao Xueying’s beautiful eyes widened, "If you keep on asking, I really will get mad."

Once inside the house, Fang Yi put the items on the table. Elder Jian came out of the bedroom leaning on a cane and, upon seeing Fang Yi, his face lit up with a smile, and he waved Fang Yi over to sit.

Approaching him, Elder Jian said, "You said you’d come, and here you are, bringing so many things with you."

Fang Yi smiled, "They’re not that valuable. I picked up some herbs from the pharmacy, which will help your condition if you brew them into a decoction before bed. As for the two bottles of alcohol, I don’t know if you like to drink, Elder Jian. If not, then you don’t have to."

Jian Rong said with a gleeful smile, "Since you’ve brought them, we must have a few glasses; right, Xueying?"

Zhao Xueying immediately stepped forward, "Dad, I’ll have the kitchen prepare some side dishes."

At the dinner table, Fang Yi stood up to pour a shot of white liquor for Jian Rong, and then the elder and the younger one started drinking.

Fang Yi naturally had the gift of gab and in just a few sentences had brought a smile to Elder Jian’s face, making him drink a few more glasses than usual. Zhao Xue couldn’t stand by and watch, quickly advising, "Dad, you should drink less."

Jian Rong waved his hand, "No, today I’m happy. With little Fang here, I must drink to my heart’s content."

Seeing that her father couldn’t be swayed, Zhao Xue turned her exasperated gaze at Fang Yi.

As for Fang Yi, he pretended not to see. At this moment, with Jian Rong in high spirits, even he couldn’t persuade him to stop.

After the third round of drinks, Jian Rong finished another shot from the small porcelain cup and slammed the cup down on the table, showing no sign of drunkenness—a clear demonstration of his remarkable tolerance. However, Jian Rong suddenly said, "Little Fang, I heard that you carry the Fang Family bloodline?"

Fang Yi’s hand holding the cup paused, and his expression grew serious before he nodded in acknowledgement.

Seeing that Fang Yi admitted it, Jian Rong sighed and said, "Little Fang, don’t mind me being nosy, but I actually didn’t know about this. I only found out during a chat with some other elders."

Fang Yi smiled, "Elder Jian, you don’t have to worry about it. My identity won’t stay hidden long; in a few days, everyone will know."

Yet Jian Rong frowned, "But I heard that the people of the Fang Family call you..." He couldn’t bring himself to say the last two words.

"A bastard, right?" Fang Yi said nonchalantly, "In any case, those words won’t kill me, and since I can’t sew up everyone’s mouths—they’re not mine to control."

Seeing Fang Yi’s carefree attitude—clearly not a facade—Jian Rong couldn’t help but feel impressed with the young man’s fortitude.