When Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes, he found himself standing in an extravagantly decorated living room. Across from him was a middle-aged woman dripping with jewelry, her face twisted in disdain.
"You're just a live-in son-in-law! How dare you speak to me like that?" The woman pointed accusingly at Fang Zhiyi. He froze for a moment, then turned and walked away without a word. The woman grew frantic, shouting after him, "Are you rebelling? How dare you ignore me?"
Fang Zhiyi paid her no mind. He entered an empty room, where Xiao Hei promptly delivered the plot summary.
Fang Zhiyi's true identity was the heir to the Dragon King's Palace—commonly known as the Dragon King. Yet, for some unknown reason, he had to conceal his status and marry into the Xia Family as a live-in son-in-law. Thanks to a dying wish from the Xia Family's late patriarch, he had forcibly wed the family's young mistress, Xia Wuyue.
Originally, Fang Zhiyi was supposed to reclaim his Dragon King title after three years and dominate the world. But during those three years, he endured endless humiliation in the Xia Family. Xia Wuyue's parents looked down on him, and Xia Wuyue herself often ignored her "useless" husband. Still, he remained devoted, secretly protecting her and using his own resources to create opportunities for the Xia Family.
After three years, Fang Zhiyi would finally slap the Xia Family in the face, delivering humiliating retribution to all who had scorned him. Xia Wuyue, realizing her mistake, would then wholeheartedly devote herself to him, and they would live happily ever after.
It was a classic Dragon King revenge plot—simple, brainless entertainment.
But then, an accident happened.
A transmigrator arrived and derailed everything. Equipped with an overpowered system that rewarded him for completing tasks, the transmigrator took over the body of a cannon-fodder rich antagonist. Using his system, he repeatedly humiliated Fang Zhiyi before he could reclaim his Dragon King status. The system even siphoned away Fang Zhiyi's abilities and possessions. By the time Fang Zhiyi's three-year ordeal ended, the transmigrator had grown overwhelmingly powerful—and Xia Wuyue had already fallen into his arms.
The transmigrator's system kept issuing tasks, so he continued targeting Fang Zhiyi and other hidden elites for humiliation. Fang Zhiyi, foolishly seeking revenge, was abandoned by the Dragon King's Palace. The entire organization submitted to the transmigrator, and even the old Dragon King acknowledged him as the new ruler. The transmigrator even built a harem, collecting seven or eight stunning beauties.
In the end, Fang Zhiyi had his cultivation crippled, reduced to a worthless cripple. He died not long after.
The plot was straightforward—just another revenge-turned-reversal story, the kind you could enjoy without thinking too hard.
Fang Zhiyi smirked. "This time, you didn't lie. This world isn't difficult at all."
Xiao Hei chuckled. "Host, I always keep my word."
Fang Zhiyi studied Xiao Hei, who now looked indistinguishable from a real person. Its abilities were clearly growing—though he still didn't know the full extent of them.
The door behind him suddenly burst open. A beautiful but cold-faced woman stood in the doorway, glaring at him. "What are you doing in my room?" Her tone was pure accusation.
Fang Zhiyi met her gaze. "My wife's room is mine to enter. Got a problem with that?"
"Who's your wife?" Xia Wuyue's expression darkened further. "I heard from Mom that you actually talked back to her? Do you realize that if not for Grandpa's will, you'd never have set foot in the Xia Family?"
Fang Zhiyi lazily crossed his arms behind his head. "Yeah, yeah, the Xia Family is so impressive. And yet, here I am—married in."
Xia Wuyue felt something was off about this usually spineless man, but she didn’t care. She pointed at the door. "Get out. Now."
A cold glint flashed in Fang Zhiyi's eyes. "I don’t hit women, but you should watch your mouth."
"You'd dare hit me?" Xia Wuyue’s voice rose sharply.
Two bodyguards immediately stepped in—loyal but incompetent lackeys who had humiliated the original Fang Zhiyi in the plot. Later, the original had killed them.
But Fang Zhiyi wasn’t that masochistic fool. If he was the Dragon King, why endure three years of humiliation? What law demanded that? Did the original have a fetish for suffering?
As he stepped forward, the two bodyguards sneered and shoved him—only to freeze in shock when he didn’t budge.
Fang Zhiyi decided to put on a show. He coldly glanced at the hands pressed against his chest. "Looking to die?"
His movements were lightning-fast. Twin strikes landed on their elbows, accompanied by crisp snaps.
"Ahhh!" The bodyguards screamed, clutching their broken arms. Xia Wuyue’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Fang Zhiyi casually shoved her out the door. "This room is better than mine. I’m taking it." He slammed the door shut, muffling the bodyguards' cries.
He hadn’t been lying down for long before the door shook violently—then exploded inward as someone kicked it open.
Frowning, Fang Zhiyi saw Xia Bingbao, Xia Wuyue’s father, standing in the doorway, face red with rage. Behind him were his assistant and several black-suited, sunglasses-wearing bodyguards.
"You’ve got some nerve! How dare you lay a hand on my daughter!"
Fang Zhiyi was baffled—when had he touched Xia Wuyue? Then he spotted her behind her father, tears in her eyes, nose covered, glaring at him with pure hatred.
He smacked his fist into his palm. Ah, so that scream earlier had been hers—he must have hit her nose when he shoved her out.
"You think the Xia Family is some pushover? I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!" Xia Bingbao was livid. He’d always despised this son-in-law, but as long as he stayed obedient, he’d tolerated him. Now, this? With a wave of his hand, the bodyguards rushed in.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t hold back. Every strike was precise, targeting joints. Within moments, the bodyguards were writhing on the floor, clutching broken limbs.
"Think wearing suits makes you tough?" Fang Zhiyi bent down, patting one bodyguard’s cheek, then turned to another. "Wearing sunglasses indoors? You idiots sick or something?"
The Xia father and daughter stood frozen at the door, stunned. This spineless son-in-law was actually a martial arts master?
When Fang Zhiyi’s gaze landed on them, Xia Bingbao trembled but still barked, "What now? You planning to hit me too?"
Fang Zhiyi advanced step by step. Xia Bingbao’s legs weakened under the overwhelming pressure—this was nothing like the meek man he’d known.
But Fang Zhiyi simply walked past him. Only when his footsteps faded down the stairs did Xia Bingbao regain his courage. Glancing at his daughter, still clutching her nose, he shouted after Fang Zhiyi, "You just wait! So what if you can fight? You’re still worthless!"
Fang Zhiyi paused, then slowly turned his head.
Xia Bingbao’s mouth snapped shut, his eyes darting nervously.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
