Fang Zhiyi followed his younger sister home, while He Huiqing was still angry about what Fang Zhiyi had said during the day. As soon as she saw her daughter and eldest son enter the house one after the other, she began to mutter.
"I work hard all day long, and your father only knows how to play cards, he doesn't care about this family!"
"Who am I doing this for? Isn't it for you all?"
"I don't dare eat well or dress well, scrimping and saving to raise you."
Fang Xiaoxiao lowered her head.
But Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes and walked straight to the dining table.
Seeing that Fang Zhiyi had no reaction, He Huiqing gritted her teeth in anger but kept talking. Fortunately, Fang Xiaoxiao quickly ran to help serve rice and dishes, which eased her mood.
"Mom, have some food," Fang Xiaoxiao said, not understanding why her mother was so angry today.
"Mom doesn't eat meat, I'll save it for you kids. Mom will just eat some vegetables. You eat well and study hard, and in the future..."
Fang Xiaoxiao lowered her head again, but the next moment, the meat on her chopsticks was taken away by Fang Zhiyi.
"Didn't you hear? Mom doesn't like eating meat. She'll just eat greens. Give it to me."
He Huiqing, who had been rambling, froze. Fang Xiaoxiao lifted her lowered head.
"You, you..." He Huiqing suddenly felt a surge of anger.
Fang Zhiyi looked at her innocently: "Isn't that what you said? Or are you lying? Do you actually want to eat it?"
He Huiqing was momentarily speechless but quickly changed the subject: "I've been saving and scrimping for you. What did you mean by what you said today?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't stop eating and replied vaguely: "Just what the words mean. I'm not their father or mother, so why should I bother with all that?"
"You, you... fine, you've grown up, got strong wings now, have you?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "From a scientific perspective, humans can't grow wings."
He Huiqing was speechless again. She put down her bowl: "Do you know that I've worked so hard for you? For all of you?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "Mom, your hard work is your choice. There's a plate of meat right on the table, but you refuse to take a single bite. It's just to show us how much you've sacrificed." He glanced at the original owner's mother. "But yesterday, you ate a whole chicken leg."
He Huiqing was stunned and gritted her teeth: "What? Can't I eat a chicken leg? Don't you know your father doesn't care about you either, always playing cards? I have to raise the three of you alone, and the result is one talking back to me, one silent, and one not even coming home. I..." She seemed about to cry.
But Fang Zhiyi's words cut off her brewing emotions.
"Strictly speaking, we can't interfere with you and Dad's behavior. Your relationship problems are your own. What good does it do to pin them on us? Or do you want to use this kind of education to bind me and these two to you?"
"Also, I don't agree with you saying 'for us.' Actually, even if we weren't around, Dad would still play cards, and you'd still do housework and work. If I remember correctly, from a young age, you've used guilt-based education on me. When I was just six, I had to wash my own clothes and make breakfast. Even though the family wasn't short of money, you'd still lecture me for giving me a single dollar."
Fang Zhiyi glanced toward the original owner's direction. "Later, when my younger siblings were born, you thought having two more kids would make Dad stay home more. It didn't work. Then I had to go to school while taking care of them for you."
"If it weren't for you, I'd have divorced your father a long time ago," Fang Zhiyi looked at his younger sister again. "That's what you told me. I want to tell you: don't do it for me. Divorce if you want to. It's your life. Don't blame me for the gaps in your life. A child can't bear the debt of guilt you've given."
"The current Fang Zhiyan and this one—aren't they all influenced by you? What do you think the reason is?"
The small black figure suddenly reached out and slapped the original owner. "Listen well! This is meant for you!" It paused. "And for your sister, too."
"Let flowers be flowers, let trees be trees. If you can't even understand that, how can you educate children well?" Fang Zhiyi stood up.
Fang Xiaoxiao stared in shock at her eldest brother. She had never seen him like this—he had always been obedient to their parents.
But every word he said struck her heart.
He Huiqing glared at Fang Zhiyi with a dark face, opening her mouth but not knowing what to say. She suddenly felt that her son was a stranger.
Just then, the door opened, and Fang Shaohua walked in, frowning.
"Fang Zhiyi! Your uncle called and said you kicked them out?"
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at him: "Yes, strictly speaking, I not only kicked them out but also cut ties with them."
"Have you lost your mind!" Fang Shaohua hadn't expected Fang Zhiyi to admit it so readily.
"They're relatives in name, but they came to our house, drank your liquor, and insulted your son. Instead of caring about that, you care about whether I kicked them out?" Fang Zhiyi tilted his head.
"He... He talks like that when he's drunk..." Fang Shaohua was momentarily stunned.
"Anyway, remember this, and tell them too: this time I kicked them out; next time, I'll beat them out." Fang Zhiyi got up and headed for the door.
"Stop right there!"
"Where are you going?"
Both parents spoke at once.
Fang Zhiyi turned back: "Me? Running away from home. What law says an adult can't be rebellious?"
He walked out, but his parting words hit three people's hearts like a hammer: "If you haven't even figured out your own life, yet insist on being life coaches for others—that's just sick."
Fang Xiaoxiao watched intently as her elder brother disappeared out the door in style. But seeing her parents livid, she cautiously lowered her head again.
She knew these words would do nothing for her parents. After today, her father would still play cards, and her mother would still complain—only now, she would be the target, since both her brother and younger brother had run away.
Maybe she should run away too? Thinking of the man who promised to pick her up from school every day, Fang Xiaoxiao's heart began to pound.
Only in front of him did she feel like someone loved her.
A luxury car sat quietly by the roadside. The cold-eyed woman in the back seat stared into the distance in a daze, but suddenly she felt a sense of being watched. She turned to look the other way, where a night market street was bustling with activity.
She looked around but didn't see anyone looking at her.
Fang Zhiyi stuffed roasted squid into his mouth, his gaze calm.
"This transmigrated woman has high perception; she almost noticed me."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
