The next moment, Yin Tingting heard Fang Zhiyi’s voice.
“Tingting, what are you doing here?”
She turned to see Fang Zhiyi, and a wave of resentment suddenly hit her. If Fang Zhiyi hadn’t refused to give his drink bottle to that old woman back then, she wouldn’t have been swindled out of so much money!
“Tingting, why aren’t you talking to me?” Fang Zhiyi cheerfully approached her.
Yin Tingting wanted to scold him, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she could only complain: “Do you remember that time a few days ago when we had drinks together?”
Fang Zhiyi nodded and immediately began tuning out her complaints. He could already guess that Yin Tingting had gotten herself into trouble.
Seizing the opportunity, Yin Tingting kept talking without pause, not noticing that Fang Zhiyi was leading her toward the park.
“Oh no!” Fang Zhiyi suddenly exclaimed. Yin Tingting stopped and looked at him in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
Fang Zhiyi bent down and picked up a handbag from the ground. “Look, there’s a bag.”
Yin Tingting frowned. “Whose is it? Maybe we should wait for the owner.” She glanced at the sky and added, “No, I have to get home soon.”
But Fang Zhiyi’s next words made her freeze. “Wow, there’s money inside.”
Yin Tingting turned back and leaned in. Sure enough, the handbag contained a stack of bills.
“The owner must be really worried,” she said, suddenly reluctant to leave.
Noticing her shifting expression, Fang Zhiyi suddenly clutched his stomach. “My stomach hurts. Here, you hold onto it. I’m going to the restroom!”
Before Yin Tingting could refuse, Fang Zhiyi turned and ran off.
She watched his retreating figure and muttered, “What a fool. Can’t even tell what’s worth doing and what isn’t. Opportunity lands right in front of you, and you choke.” She looked around, then decided to leave immediately. Why do good deeds when taking the money was more practical?
As she hurried away, a man rushed over moments later.
“Excuse me, did you see…” He caught sight of the handbag in Yin Tingting’s hand and his face lit up.
Yin Tingting froze, forcing an awkward smile. “I found this bag. I was just, um, about to take it to the security office.”
“It’s mine! It’s really mine!” the man said excitedly. “There’s a mark on the inside.”
Yin Tingting quickly opened the bag and, sure enough, saw the mark he described. Reluctantly, she had no choice but to hand it over. Still, shouldn’t the owner thank her? Maybe give her a hundred or two hundred yuan?
But the man grabbed the bag and started rummaging through it, his expression growing serious. After a moment, he looked up at the dazed Yin Tingting. “Miss, there were twenty thousand yuan in my bag. How come there’s only ten thousand left?”
Yin Tingting was stunned. “Twenty thousand? I never touched it! There was only ten thousand in your bag!”
The man let out a cold laugh. “You look well-dressed enough, but you still steal other people’s money? Give me that ten thousand back!”
“I didn’t take it!” Yin Tingting panicked. “My friend can vouch for me!”
“Where’s your friend?” the man pressed.
“He went to the bathroom. He’ll be back soon. He…” Yin Tingting scanned her surroundings but saw no sign of Fang Zhiyi.
As the argument escalated, passersby in the park began to gather. Seeing the crowd, the man played up his misery, telling everyone how he’d scraped together twenty thousand for his mother’s hospital bills, only for Yin Tingting to steal half of it.
Yin Tingting insisted she hadn’t taken anything.
“Doesn’t the park have security cameras?” someone in the crowd suggested.
Yin Tingting’s eyes lit up. “That’s right! Check the cameras!”
The man showed no fear and dragged her to the security office to review the footage. But when the recording played, Yin Tingting’s face went pale. The cameras only showed her and Fang Zhiyi finding the bag, then her walking away quickly with it. There were no cameras covering the route after that.
“See for yourself!” the man said, emboldened. “If she wasn’t trying to take the money, why would she run? Why wouldn’t she wait for me?”
“I… my friend can prove it! Wait here!” Yin Tingting pulled out her phone and called Fang Zhiyi, but the call went straight to voicemail—he had turned it off. In his defense, he lived rough on the streets and rarely had a chance to charge his phone.
“Miss, just return the money! The man needs it to save his mother!”
“Yeah! Who knew someone dressed so nicely could be so dishonest?”
“Give it back!”
Buoyed by the crowd’s support, the man grew even more confident.
Yin Tingting gritted her teeth in anger. Why was she so unlucky?
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi was already lying in bed at a cheap motel. “Hah, I’ve been hanging around that park for days. I’m not bragging, but I know exactly what those people are up to. That guy who lost the bag is a repeat offender, and he’s got accomplices. If we’d just waited around, they’d have dragged things out. If we asked for security footage, he’d just say he made a mistake. But if someone got greedy and tried to take the money—well, they’d be in for it. I bet that fake saint is regretting everything right now.”
“You’re ruthless,” said Xiao Hei (Little Black).
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. “Ruthless? I’m too busy to bother with her right now. Otherwise, I’d have plenty of ways to deal with her. But at the end of the day, it’s not my problem.” He cast a meaningful look at the original owner, who was deep in thought.
“Being kind is a good thing, but mindless kindness only gets you into trouble over and over. Time to sleep. Tomorrow we join the group. Getting a little excited thinking about it.”
The next day, Li Lie drove a minivan to pick him up. Three people were already in the car—Fang Zhiyi had met them before. They nodded in greeting. He hopped in, and after a bumpy ride, they arrived at a villa district by the bay.
But when he pushed open the door and walked inside, Fang Zhiyi’s face darkened.
“Sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow!”
“To succeed, you have to go crazy first!”
“Today, our 19,800-yuan project welcomes a new member! Everyone, give him a round of applause!”
The gaunt, hollow-eyed people sitting on the floor stood up and clapped loudly.
Xiao Hei burst out laughing. “Hahaha! You wanted to chase a cult, and you ended up in a pyramid scheme! Close enough!”
A hand landed on Fang Zhiyi’s shoulder. “Little Fang, now that you’re here, we’re family. Didn’t I say I’d get you a job? Stick with us, and you’ll be a millionaire!”
“And what if I don’t want to go along with this?”
Li Lie’s usual friendly smile faded. “I’ve fed you and given you a place to stay these past few days. What do you think?”
Xiao Hei suddenly reached out and covered the original owner’s eyes. “Don’t watch. You won’t be able to pull off what he’s about to do, and honestly, you shouldn’t even try.”
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
