We are brothers

Chapter 3: We Are Brothers

Hearing that once incomparably familiar voice, Fang Mo's heart trembled, 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 clean lines outlining her slender, lively figure.

Her long hair was tied into a neat, crisp ponytail, radiating a distinct vitality and heroic air.

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

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

Her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky—clear and deep, brimming with confidence from the inside out.

"Qin Muxue!"

Fang Mo's heart stirred once more.

"Qin Lang, stirring up trouble 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.

"You got lucky today, Fang Mo. Just you wait."

Fang Mo said nothing. His eyes had already cleared, with none of the infatuation from before remaining.

Qin Muxue turned toward Fang Mo and met his gaze, looking faintly surprised.

He seemed to have changed!

But then her tone softened slightly. "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 froze slightly at his words, then a trace of mockery flashed through her eyes. "Then take good care of yourself," she said softly before turning and leaving.

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

"Brother Mo!"

At that moment, another familiar voice rang out behind him.

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

He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscles were sleek and taut, his face firm and sharply defined, his features as distinct as though carved from stone. His bright, spirited eyes were deep and clear, while his neat black short hair made him look even more martial and vigorous.

A smile appeared on Fang Mo's face.

"Yue Jian, why are you here?"

Yue Jian had grown up with him and was his only good friend. Seeing that his one and only friend had come, Fang Mo felt a little more warmth in his heart.

"I heard something happened to you, so I rushed over!"

Yue Jian stepped forward. His expression was complicated as he glanced at the gauze 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 think so!"

Yue Jian immediately broke into a smile 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 from selling myself."

"What? What happened?"

Yue Jian looked utterly astonished. He pulled open the bag, and when he saw the cash inside, he froze.

"Just now, I left the Fang Family."

Fang Mo smiled faintly.

"Damn it!"

Yue Jian furiously slammed the money onto the bed. "They went too far! After something like this happened, they actually drove you out of the family? Come on, I'll take you to find them. Let's see what their hearts are made of!"

"There's no need."

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

Yue Jian was stunned at his words. Then he stomped his foot furiously. The ground boomed, and the floor tile beneath his foot actually shattered.

He grabbed the bag in one hand and said in a deep voice:

"Come on, we're going to my home. You can live just fine without the Fang Family!"

"Yue Jian, thank you."

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

"What are 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 tightened in alarm.

"Yue Jian, listen to me!"

Fang Mo hurriedly held him back. "There's something I want to ask you to 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 surprise.

No one in Yunyang City was unaware of Fang Mo's reputation as the crippled young master. He had no martial artist's aptitude.

"Yes!" Fang Mo looked at Yue Jian with a determined expression. "Help me get in touch with one. It'd be best if it's a Martial Hall with real skill!"

"Alright!" 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, decorated with redwood.

A beautiful woman sat in the seat of honor. She was Fang Mo's stepmother, Hu Yuehua.

She looked to be only around thirty, and had taken excellent care of herself. Her skin was fair, her features beautiful, and she wore an exquisite white brocade qipao patterned with pink flowers. She radiated both beauty and nobility.

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

Two years later, his father, Fang Xiaolian, married Hu Yuehua, daughter of the Hu Family of the Haiyang Martial Arts Family. A year later, she gave birth to Fang Yang.

This was Fang Mo's younger brother. He had been exceptionally clever since childhood, with outstanding aptitude, and was deeply loved by the family.

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

That ordinary-looking old woman stood there silently, without a word.

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

"Madam, you summoned 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 replied respectfully, "This was the Family Head's decision. Fang Mo gave up his inheritance rights and has left the Fang Family from this day onward. 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 a hand. "Fine, I understand. You may go!"

Uncle He respectfully withdrew.

After Uncle Fang left, Hu Yuehua set her teacup down heavily on the table, and the smile vanished from her face. "He ruined such a perfect setup. I'd already laid out the trap at that hotel. So long as he took it, I could have stripped him of his wealth and ruined his health. It seems he still cares for that son of his after all!"

The woman standing behind Hu Yuehua stepped forward, a cold glint flashing through 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 his own thoughts about it!"

She paused, then smiled.

"Arrange for someone to spread the news. Say that Fang Mo has been driven 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 jade becomes his crime!"

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

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