We Are Brothers

Hearing that once-familiar voice, Fang Mo's heart gave an instant tremor, and his gaze shifted over of its own accord.

A pretty figure stood in the doorway.

She was a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl dressed in simple sportswear, its smooth lines outlining her slender, lively figure.

Her long hair was tied into a neat, crisp ponytail, giving off a distinctive vitality and heroic air.

Unlike the usual soft femininity, she possessed a unique temperament.

It was a presence that blended strength and elegance, an undeniable splendor impossible to ignore.

Her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky—clear and profound, radiating confidence from within.

"Qin Muxue!"

Fang Mo's heart stirred once more.

"Qin Lang, picking fights in a hospital—aren't you afraid of bringing shame upon the family?"

There was reprimand in Qin Muxue's words, but little anger in her eyes. Clearly, she was saying it for the onlookers outside to hear.

Qin Lang gritted his teeth and slowly lowered his fist, shooting Fang Mo an unwilling glare.

"Consider yourself lucky today, Fang Mo. Just you wait."

Fang Mo said nothing. His eyes had already cleared, and the infatuation from before was nowhere to be found.

Qin Muxue turned to Fang Mo and met his eyes, looking slightly surprised.

He seemed to have changed!

But then her tone softened somewhat. "Fang Mo, are you all right? I'm sorry about the broken engagement!"

Fang Mo gently shook his head and smiled calmly. "I'm fine. You don't need to apologize. From today onward, you are you, and I am me. We have no relationship anymore."

Qin Muxue was briefly stunned. Then a trace of mockery flickered in her eyes as she softly said, "Then take good care of yourself." She turned and left.

Fang Mo watched her figure disappear. After a long while, he drew a deep breath and reached out to pick up the bag containing a million in cash.

"Brother Mo!"

At that moment, another familiar voice rang out.

Fang Mo's hand paused slightly. He slowly turned around and saw a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old young man standing in the doorway.

He was tall and sturdily built, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with smooth, firm muscles. His face was resolute and sharply defined, his features as distinct as if sculpted, while his bright, lively eyes were deep and clear. His short black hair was neatly trimmed, making him appear even more martial and vigorous.

A smile appeared on Fang Mo's face.

"Yue Jian, what are you doing here?"

Yue Jian had grown up with him and was his only good friend. Seeing this one and only friend come for him brought a measure of warmth to Fang Mo's heart.

"I rushed over as soon as I heard something had happened to you!"

Yue Jian stepped forward. His gaze was complicated as he looked at the bandages around Fang Mo's neck. "I saw Qin Muxue just now. It was only a broken engagement—how could you be so foolish? Was she worth it?"

"It's all in the past."

Fang Mo smiled faintly.

"It's good that you see it that way!"

Yue Jian immediately smiled upon hearing that and reached out to take Fang Mo's bag. "Come on! Let's go home!"

"I don't have a home anymore."

Pointing at the bag, Fang Mo smiled. "This is the money I got for selling myself."

"What? What happened?"

Yue Jian looked utterly shocked. He opened the bag, and upon seeing the cash inside, he froze.

"Just now, I left the Fang Family."

Fang Mo said with a faint smile.

"Damn it!"

Yue Jian furiously hurled the money onto the bed. "They're too ruthless! After something like this happened, they actually threw you out of the family? Come on, I'll take you to find them and see what their hearts are made of!"

"No need!"

Fang Mo grabbed Yue Jian's hand and shook his head. "I was the one who proposed it. I think this is pretty good. From now on, I won't have to live in constant fear anymore!"

Yue Jian was stunned at first. Then he stomped his foot in fury. The ground boomed, and the floor tile beneath his foot shattered.

He grabbed the bag and said in a deep voice:

"Come on, go to my house. You can still live just fine without the Fang Family!"

"Yue Jian, thank you."

Fang Mo looked at his only friend, warmth filling his heart.

"What're you thanking me for? We're brothers!"

Yue Jian grinned.

Fang Mo gripped Yue Jian's hand tightly and said:

"Yes, we're brothers. But I can't go to your house!"

"Brother Mo! You..." Yue Jian's expression turned anxious at once.

"Yue Jian, listen to me!"

Fang Mo hurriedly held him back. "There's something I want to ask your help with. Find me a martial hall—I want to learn martial arts!"

"You want to learn martial arts?"

Yue Jian stared at Fang Mo in astonishment.

In Yunyang City, no one was unaware of Fang Mo's reputation as the useless young master. He had no martial artist's Bone Structure.

"Yes!" Fang Mo looked at Yue Jian with a resolute expression. "Help me get in touch with one. Preferably a martial hall with real skill!"

"All right!" Seeing Fang Mo's expression, Yue Jian did not try to persuade him further.

As his only friend, if he did not support him, who would?

Uncle He returned to the Fang Residence.

He entered the lavish main hall of the main residence, adorned with redwood.

Seated in the place of honor was a beautiful woman—Fang Mo's stepmother, Hu Yuehua.

She looked to be only around thirty, exceptionally well cared for, with fair skin and exquisite features. She wore a luxurious white brocade qipao patterned with pink flowers, exuding both beauty and nobility.

When Fang Mo was born, his mother had died from hemorrhaging during a difficult labor.

Two years later, his father, Fang Xiaolian, married Hu Yuehua, daughter of the Hu Family, a martial arts family from Haiyang. A year afterward, she gave birth to Fang Yang.

This was his younger brother. From childhood, he had been exceptionally intelligent, blessed with outstanding Bone Structure, and deeply beloved by the family.

Uncle He's steps unconsciously became more cautious. His gaze passed over Hu Yuehua in her splendid qipao and settled on the fifty-something woman standing silently behind her with her hands lowered.

That ordinary-looking old woman stood there in silence, saying nothing.

Yet she was one of the Fang Family's unknown secrets—a martial artist at the Transformation Force level.

"Madam, you were looking for me?" Uncle He gave a slight bow and asked respectfully.

"I heard you gave him one million?" Hu Yuehua asked evenly.

"Yes, Madam."

Uncle He answered respectfully, "That was the family head's decision. Fang Mo gave up his inheritance rights and has left the Fang Family from this day forth. He is no longer a member of the Fang Family."

"That child is far too stubborn!"

A faint smile appeared on Hu Yuehua's face. Then she waved her hand. "All right, I understand. You may go."

Uncle He withdrew respectfully.

Once Uncle He had left, Hu Yuehua set her teacup heavily on the table, the smile vanishing from her face. "He ruined a perfectly good setup. I had already laid the trap with that hotel. The moment he took it, I'd have made him lose his fortune and crippled him. It seems he still cares for this son!"

The woman behind Hu Yuehua stepped forward, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes. "Should I..." Her hand made a light slicing motion.

"Forget it!"

Hu Yuehua waved her hand, her expression somewhat complicated. "Since the master has done this, he means to put my mind at ease. If we make another move, the master will have thoughts about it!"

She paused, then said with a smile:

"Just arrange for the news to be spread. Say that Fang Mo has been cast out of the Fang Family and took five million in cash with him!"

The woman was stunned at first, then a sinister smile spread across her face.

"I understand, Madam. A common man commits no crime, but possessing a jade becomes his crime!"

A faint smile appeared on Hu Yuehua's face. She lifted her teacup, blew away the floating froth, and took a light sip.