"Alright, as long as you know what you're doing, go and get some rest."
"Okay, Dad, you should rest early too."
Fu Nanzhi agreed and got up to leave.
She returned to her bedroom, which she hadn’t been in for a while, and plopped down on the bed.
The sheets and pillowcases had been replaced by the housekeeper, and they smelled fresh and pleasant.
"Fu Nanzhi, you’re amazing!"
Fu Nanzhi rolled around on the bed a few times, excitedly giving herself a little fist pump.
No matter what, she had finally managed to push Shen Yi out of her mind, and it was a good start.
As for the future, she could slowly convince herself. Life was long, and a little resistance didn’t bother her—she wasn’t in a hurry.
It was the first time she had argued with her mother over Shen Yi, and getting to this point was no small feat for her.
Lying on her back, Fu Nanzhi suddenly pulled out her phone and dialed Shen Yi’s number, eager for some praise.
"Ring… ring…"
The phone rang twice before it was answered.
"Hubby~ I miss you."
Fu Nanzhi couldn’t wait to say.
Shen Yi’s side was quite noisy, and it took a while before his voice came through.
"Hey, Nanzhi, it’s a bit loud here. Are you home?"
"Yes, I’m at home. Hubby, where are you? Why is it so noisy?"
Fu Nanzhi pressed her ear tightly to the phone, trying to hear better.
"Ah, don’t even ask. I’m out with my old team leader for some barbecue. He’s drunk, and I’m taking him home now."
Shen Yi’s voice was followed by him telling the driver to pull over.
"Oh, okay. You’re not too drunk, are you? Do you need me to come pick you up?"
Fu Nanzhi was worried about him, and for the moment, she set aside the issue with her mother.
Shen Yi replied casually,
"I only had a few bottles—I’m not drunk at all. Just stay with your parents for now."
"I’ll head back as soon as I drop him off. Don’t worry."
Fu Nanzhi finally relaxed and said,
"Alright, then send me a message when you get home so I know you’re safe."
"Got it."
"Bye, mua~"
"Mua."
After hanging up, Fu Nanzhi clutched her phone to her chest and giggled foolishly, as if she was already imagining their wedding.
On the other side, Ji Shulan wasn’t the least bit sleepy.
She sat on the edge of the bed, restless, and seeing Fu Yuanyu already asleep only made her more irritable.
"Old man, do you think Nanzhi might have been PUA’d?"
Fu Yuanyu replied grumpily,
"Does your daughter look like an idiot? What kind of mind control could make her act like this?"
"But what if? I’m just worried she’s being deceived. She doesn’t know anything."
In Ji Shulan’s eyes, Fu Nanzhi was still that little girl who hadn’t grown up.
Fu Yuanyu closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, and mumbled,
"She’s 27, not 17. As a fully functioning adult, she’s capable of taking responsibility for her own actions."
"Before, you nagged her for not dating, and now that she is, you’re still nagging. She’s going to get tired of you."
Ji Shulan looked indignant and continued muttering,
"You make it sound so easy. She’s my flesh and blood—who else is going to care for her if not me?"
"Old man, you should still call Cheng Tianwei and ask around. At least don’t go in blind, right?"
"Mmm…"
Fu Yuanyu responded vaguely.
"And they’re already living together."
"These young people don’t know how to control themselves. What if she gets pregnant? What then?"
"You’re really laid-back about everything, letting her do whatever she wants."
"No, I need to go stay with Nanzhi for a while and keep an eye on her. What do you think?"
"Old man?"
"Fu Yuanyu?!"
The only response Ji Shulan got was the sound of snoring—he was already fast asleep.
"You old fool."
Seeing him sleep like a log, Ji Shlan could only kick Fu Yuanyu in frustration before turning off the light and giving up.
The next morning, after a night of cooling off, at least the two of them weren’t at each other’s throats right away.
Though they still didn’t talk much.
At the breakfast table, Fu Yuanyu ate while scrolling through his phone, reading the morning news.
Across from him, mother and daughter seemed to be acting out a silent play, communicating mostly through glances.
Ji Shulan peeled an egg and handed it to Fu Nanzhi, who in turn pushed a bowl of porridge over to her mother.
Fu Yuanyu felt awkward and finished his meal in a few bites before retreating to the couch.
After breakfast, Fu Nanzhi said goodbye,
"Mom, Dad, I’m heading to work. Bye."
"Mm."
"Alright, drive safely."
For the first time, Ji Shulan’s farewell was even shorter than Fu Yuanyu’s.
Fu Nanzhi didn’t pay it much mind and drove straight to the company.
As soon as she left, Ji Shulan, who had been quiet all morning, sprang into action.
"Old man, hurry up and help me pack. I’m going to stay in Pinghu for a while."
Fu Yuanyu frowned,
"What’s gotten into you now?"
"Didn’t I say so last night?"
"When did you say that last night?"
Ji Shulan gritted her teeth and went upstairs to pack her clothes herself.
"Forget it, I’m not arguing with you."
Fu Yuanyu sighed and stood up, following her to try and dissuade her,
"Don’t go. Things have just calmed down a bit. If you go now, Nanzhi won’t be happy."
"I’m doing this for her own good. Nanzhi used to be such a conservative girl, and now she’s been corrupted in just three days. She’s even living with him!"
Ji Shulan said as she stuffed clothes into her suitcase.
"If she’s brave enough to tell you about it, she’s not afraid of your criticism. If you go now, you’ll just make things awkward."
"They’re in the honeymoon phase right now, deeply in love. If you interfere, it’ll only backfire."
The old man saw through it all with clear eyes.
Ji Shulan paused and turned to him,
"And what if she ends up pregnant? Are you just going to accept it?"
Fu Yuanyu muttered under his breath,
"If it happens, it happens. What’s so bad about having a child?"
"Are you trying to piss me off? Get out! If you’re not going to help, then leave."
Ji Shulan glared at him and kicked Fu Yuanyu out of the room.
Not long after, Ji Shulan came downstairs with a large suitcase in tow.
"Old man, drive me there."
Fu Yuanyu shook his head from the couch,
"I’m not driving you. I have to go to the law firm later."
He couldn’t stop her, but he wasn’t going to be an accomplice either.
Ji Shulan pointed at him,
"Fine, fine. I’ll drive myself then."
With that, she wheeled her suitcase out the door.
Fu Yuanyu stood up and followed her to the door. After a moment’s thought, he added,
"Be gentle with the kid. Don’t be all harsh and critical."
Ji Shulan didn’t look back, and Fu Yuanyu had no idea if she’d heard him.
He shook his head and chuckled, then turned back inside.
In the blink of an eye, both his wife and daughter were gone, leaving him all alone.
"Life is full of separations and reunions, and fate is hard to predict…"
He murmured softly, lost in thought.
…
Shen Yi woke up a bit late today.
Last night, after dropping off Old Dai, it was already very late, and since he’d had a few drinks, he didn’t wake up on time.
Now he was making himself something to eat.
With Fu Nanzhi not around, he couldn’t be bothered to cook, so he just heated up some milk and nibbled on bread.
If he didn’t feel full, he’d just go out to the garden and bask in the sun for a while.
"Click…"
The sound of the door unlocking came from behind him, and Shen Yi turned around in confusion,
"Nanzhi?"
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
