Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

The attendant swallowed hard, his eyes wide with surprise. He really hadn't seen where the dagger in her hand came from.

"Speak!" Fang Yu urged him to speak.

The attendant appeared frightened, but was actually still arrogant because of his status: "You'd better come with me obediently, otherwise my young master won't be as polite as I am when he arrives."

"You're welcome?" If Fang Yu wasn't worried about the impact of doing something in the village, she would have given this man a good beating.

"Let's go, take me to see your master."

Before the attendant could reply, Fang Xin hesitated, "Sister, are we really going? Mom's home alone, I'm worried..."

"Don't worry, they're the ones who need our help now, so they wouldn't dare to do anything reckless."

The attendant glanced at Fang Yu with a hint of disdain, thinking to himself that this country girl was too arrogant and ignorant.

They followed the entourage into the city, and Zhang Shicong actually met them at Ningxin Courtyard.

Standing at the door, unpleasant memories lingered in her mind, and Fang Xin's whole body trembled.

Fang Yu grasped her clenched fist and gently comforted her, "Xin'er, go wait over there, I'll be out soon."

Fang Xin clenched her fists again: "Sister, I'm fine, I want to stay with you."

She had been to this kind of place once before and knew it somewhat, so she wasn't comfortable letting her sister go in alone.

The two sisters went to the private room where Zhang Shicong was. As soon as they entered, a strange and unpleasant fragrance wafted towards them.

The sound of women laughing could be heard from inside. As you walked in, you could clearly see Zhang Shicong being fed wine by two women, one on each side.

"Young master, the person has been brought." The attendant stepped forward to report.

A woman beside Zhang Shicong said in a sarcastic tone, with a hint of grievance, "Young Master Zhang is dissatisfied with me, which is why he found two country bumpkins. Does Young Master Zhang look down on my sisters?"

It sounded more like a question than a coquettish remark; the woman even deliberately gave Fang Yu and Fang Xin a look of disdain.

Zhang Shicong straightened his loose-fitting clothes and pushed away the two women beside him: "You two get out, I have important business to attend to today."

He stood up, holding his wine glass, and his attendant immediately whispered a reminder: "Young master, this woman has a knife. You must be careful."

"A knife?" Zhang Shicong laughed loudly: "But two people who only know how to farm in the countryside think they can hurt me with a wood-chopping knife? What a joke."

Fang Yu walked over and sat down, picked up the wine pot and poured himself a cup of wine, playing with it between his fingertips: "Young Master Zhang can't afford to drink. He paid for it during the day, but now he wants to go back tonight."

Zhang Shicong saw that she wasn't afraid of him at all, and then he looked at Fang Xin standing next to him, whose body was trembling slightly, clearly frightened.

He stood behind Fang Yu, his aggressive gaze sweeping over her back: "In this Qingshan City, you're the first person who dares to rip me off. And you're so arrogant. Looks like you've got your reasons for dying."

After saying that, he smiled and sat down opposite Fang Yu: "If you want to stay in Qingshan City peacefully, Tianxiang Tower alone is not enough."

This is clearly an attempt to get Fang Yu to cooperate with his Jufulou restaurant.

Fang Yu's lips curled into a smile as he teased, "Are you saying that only your Jufulou can permanently establish itself in Qingshan City, and what if I don't?"

"Your barbecue is truly unique; it's definitely the first of its kind in Qingshan City." Zhang Shicong suddenly revealed a strange smile: "Do you think your family of three could have stayed in Qingshan City peacefully without my permission?"

Fang Yu glanced at him lightly. Threatening her was one thing, but her family was her bottom line. Fang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly: "I'm here today to give you a chance to repay my debt of gratitude. You should seize this opportunity."

Repay a favor?

Zhang Shicong's smile suddenly froze, replaced by a bewildered expression, wondering what crazy things Fang Yu was talking about.

"Since you're so tactless, don't blame me for being impolite."

Zhang Shicong gestured to the servants at the door to grab Fang Xin, who was shrugging her shoulders, and lift her up.

"Whoosh-"

Before the attendant could even touch Fang Xin, her hand was pinned to the wall by a dagger that seemed to fly out of nowhere.

Before his attendants could even shout, the wine glass in Zhang Shicong's hand slammed onto the table with a clatter and rolled to the ground.

He wasn't frightened; he was surprised. He hadn't expected Fang Yu to be so skilled.

"If you don't want your hands anymore, feel free to touch my sister."

Although Fang Yu's warning was directed at his attendant, his threatening gaze was fixed on Zhang Shicong.

Hearing the subtle noise, the person in the next room took a couple more steps back and forth.

Mo Jiu stepped forward and asked, "Master, should we intervene? I'm worried about Miss Fang, a woman alone..."

“No need.” Xiao Jingqi stroked the jade thumb ring in his hand. “Miss Fang has her own plans. We just need to wait and see.”

In the next room, Zhang Shicong reacted for a moment, then his expression became visibly excited.

He'd seen all kinds of women, but today, he'd never seen a woman as headstrong and arrogant as Fang Yu, one he'd never met before.

Zhang Shicong licked the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, got up and walked towards Fang Yu, seemingly trying to coax her: "Miss Fang, don't be angry. I was abrupt just now. You can continue selling the barbecue. As long as you cooperate with me, I guarantee you'll make a fortune."

Fang Yu didn't say anything, but just turned around and glanced at Fang Xin to make sure she wasn't frightened.

Fang Xin also gave a relaxed smile and slowly sat down on a chair to the side.

Seeing that Fang Yu didn't react, Zhang Shicong assumed she was considering it and that there was still room for discussion, so he casually brought up the matter of herbs.

“I heard that your sister picked a bunch of elm trees earlier. This medicinal herb is very important to me. If you can help me pick another one, I can guarantee that you two sisters will be able to walk sideways in Qingshan City in the future.”

Fang Yu suddenly smiled faintly, but it was full of mockery: "It seems you didn't understand what I said just now. I didn't come here today to listen to your wishes."

Zhang Shicong's patience had completely run out. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said in a cold tone, "Since you're so ungrateful, I'll grant your wish."

"Give me my wish?" Fang Yu slowly stood up, took two steps behind Zhang Shicong, and then sneered: "Since Young Master Zhang is in such a hurry to die, I don't mind giving you my wish."

"Boom!"

Zhang Shicong overturned the wine glass beside him and threw it to the ground. He then pointed towards the door and ordered, "Someone come here!"

Two breaths passed, and the entrance was completely quiet. There wasn't even anyone passing by, but the music coming from the lobby downstairs could still be heard clearly.

Fang Yu walked to the attendant's side, casually pulled the dagger out of the attendant's palm, and wiped the blood from the tip of the blade on his body.

Holding the dagger, she slowly walked towards Zhang Shicong, casually glancing around the private room: "Even if Young Master Zhang is rich and powerful in Qingshan City, he probably wouldn't dare to go head-to-head with a knife, would he?"