Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"Because you are mine." Fan Yang's words left Fang Zhouyang even more bewildered.

Fang Zhouyang pondered for a long time but still couldn't understand what Pan Yang meant. Pan Yang didn't mind and placed the pasted sheet music in front of him: "Done."

"Zhouyang, if you don't believe your own words, believe mine." Pan Yang said, giving Fang Zhouyang a quick kiss and ruffling his hair before dashing into the kitchen before anyone could react.

When Fang Zhouyang came to his senses, he felt a little hot where he had just been kissed. He looked at the sheet music with some unease, but kept glancing into the kitchen.

He took a deep breath. He was once a world-renowned pianist and musician, and he will always be.

A week passed quickly, and Fang Zhouyang still attended the engagement banquet. He didn't let Pan Yang come along, as there was no need to involve Pan Yang in his own family's mess.

What he didn't expect was that his so-called younger brother's fiancée was actually Yu Miao.

When Fang Zhouyang arrived, it was already mid-month, and everyone was chatting and laughing. They were all shocked to see him, but since he was at the Fang family home, there was no obvious reaction.

Fang Zhouyang was only going through the motions; after his initial surprise, he didn't react much. His parents chatted briefly and then quietly stayed to the side.

Fang Bianlin walked up to him after seeing him and said, "Long time no see, brother." He deliberately emphasized the last two words.

"Long time no see." Fang Zhouyang didn't show much emotion.

"Would you like to talk alone?" Fang Bianlin walked behind him and pushed his wheelchair. "It's been so many years since we brothers last met. I have a lot to tell you."

Fang Zhouyang was pushed to the backyard, where there was a swimming pool. He was parked right next to the pool, which made him feel a little unsafe.

However, Fang Bianlin was blocking his way, preventing him from turning his wheelchair.

"Fang Zhouyang, do you remember when we were little? You were always first in the class, you could do anything and get first place, even the piano, you achieved such great success just because you were interested in it. It's just a pity that I am an illegitimate child. Your existence made me even more inferior. You stole all my glory."

"I just didn't expect that fate is still on my side." Fang Bianlin said, taking out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, and then offering another one to Fang Zhouyang, but he did not take it.

Fang Bianlin didn't care. He put the cigarette back in the pack, took a drag, and said, "Now you're disabled. The entire Fang family has abandoned you, and even your fiancée has become mine. See? Your light has been extinguished."

Fang Zhouyang frowned: "I have no intention of marrying Yu Miao. I wish you happiness."

"Fang Zhouyang, do you know what I hate most about you?" Fang Bianlin flicked his cigarette ash, staring intently at him, his tone fierce and filled with decades of resentment.

"What I hate most is your current attitude. You always act superior, like a chosen one of heaven, arrogant and conceited."

“You’re just a cripple now, so why are you still like this? Fang Zhouyang is the real winner. The Fang family is mine, and Yu Miao is mine too. Once I fully inherit the company, you’ll become someone who’s dispensable.”

"I don't care about the company or anything like that." Fang Zhouyang just wanted to leave this place; he had no interest in listening to this man's ramblings.

"I don't care, I don't care." Fang Bianlin murmured a few words, clearly not expecting that he hadn't angered him at all. However, these words would have indeed made Fang Zhouyang furious a few months ago, but Fang Zhouyang has now come to terms with it.

A sinister glint flashed in Fang Bianlin's eyes: "Since you don't care about anything, then go to hell." With that, he actually pushed the wheelchair.

The wheelchair tipped uncontrollably toward the pool, and Fang Zhouyang was instantly surrounded by water. The pool wasn't actually very deep, but his legs were immobile, and the pool was enough to kill him.

He couldn't die here. His instinct to survive made him struggle. Fang Bianlin stood by, threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, quietly watching this scene.

Then a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, jumped into the pool, and rescued Fang Zhouyang.

Fang Zhouyang coughed violently, spitting out the water in his mouth, and gasped for air.

Fang Bianlin was clearly caught off guard by the sudden turn of events and immediately shouted, "Who are you! Why did you harm my brother!"

This shout immediately attracted the people at the banquet, and a group of them came to the backyard.

After confirming that Fang Zhouyang was alright, Pan Yang stood up and said, "Your ability to talk nonsense is better than mine."

"The Fang family should have surveillance cameras, right? They can see who is trying to harm Fang Zhouyang."

Fang Bianlin was speechless. He had originally planned to deal with Fang Zhouyang before dealing with the surveillance issue, but now he definitely couldn't release the surveillance footage.

Hearing the commotion, Yu Miao pushed through the crowd and saw Pan Yang. Her face darkened with displeasure. "You're just a servant. It's none of your business to speak here. Let's not even talk about how Fang Zhouyang fell into the pool. How did you even get into the Fang family's house? You should know that Fang Zhouyang came here alone today."

Pan Yang looked at her without any panic: "I climbed over the wall to get in." He acted as if it were perfectly normal, as if climbing over the wall into someone's backyard was no problem at all.

“Since you climbed over the wall to get in, we can charge you with trespassing,” Yu Miao immediately replied.

Pan Yang calmly pulled a business card from his pocket: "I'll give you a chance."

Yu Miao was somewhat puzzled, but still took the business card: President of He Group, Pan Yang.

She knew about He Group, but when did they change presidents?

Fang Bianlin glanced at the business card and found it amusing: "You probably got this from somewhere fake, right?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a man in a suit walked in through the front door, ran to the backyard, and exclaimed upon seeing Pan Yang, "President! Should I call a lawyer?"

Fang Bianlin froze. He recognized the person; wasn't this the personal secretary of the president of He Group? Wait, so this person really is the president of He?

The secretary reacted quickly to the scene: "Our president heard about the Fang family's engagement, so he came to see for himself and to discuss business. He didn't expect you to make such malicious assumptions. Pan Yang is our newly appointed president. It seems the Fang family doesn't welcome us."

Pan Yang nodded in satisfaction. He was definitely the coolest one here. He picked up Fang Zhouyang from the ground and glanced at the people around him: "It seems we have nothing to talk about."

As he prepared to leave, he paused as he passed Fang Bianlin and said, "You will pay the price for what happened today." Then he strode away.

The secretary hurried after Pan Yang, nearly scaring him to death. This president was truly peculiar; he didn't know what methods he used to become president, but when he came, he didn't use the main entrance and instead climbed over the wall in the backyard. He didn't even come on his own; he was afraid he would be mistaken for a thief and kicked out.

However, the person the president took away also seems to be the young master of the Fang family.

With his doubts still lingering, he got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Pan Yang pulled a bank card from the car and handed it to Fang Zhouyang: "The money I borrowed before."

The secretary's eyes lit up. Oh wow, could it be a financial relationship?