I Am the Dragon King 05

Fang Zhiyi spread his hands: "How should I deal with this? Look at me—I even have to ask my wife for money just to go out drinking. How can I possibly intervene? Besides, when someone gets the rare chance to time-travel, shouldn’t they be allowed to enjoy themselves to the fullest?" In truth, after experiencing so many worlds, Fang Zhiyi had gradually grasped the fundamental rules. Even if he targeted the Qin family, the time-traveler would simply appear in another wealthy heir. So rather than disrupting the flow, it was better to let the original plot unfold.

Xiao Hei (Little Black) couldn’t make sense of it and scratched his head in confusion. But seeing his host’s trademark smile, he silently mourned for Qin Aotian in his heart.

At the Qin residence, Qin Aotian—who had been drowning his sorrows in alcohol—suddenly tumbled into the swimming pool. When he was pulled out, his face was full of disbelief: "Who... who am I?"

The butler, thinking the young master had lost his mind, replied, "You are Qin Aotian, Young Master Qin."

Qin Aotian froze for a moment before bursting into laughter: "Hahaha! I knew it! Oh my god!"

Watching the young master flail about excitedly, the butler quickly ordered someone to call a doctor.

"Face-Slapping System activated. Host, please prepare yourself. Completing tasks will reward you with points and prizes. The higher the difficulty, the greater the rewards."

Qin Aotian was ecstatic again: "I told you! No child cries forever, no gambler loses forever!"

"Task: At tomorrow’s banquet, publicly humiliate the future Dragon King, Fang Zhiyi. Success will grant you an internal cultivation manual and 500 points."

"Humiliate him? How?" Qin Aotian pondered. "Future Dragon King? So he isn’t one yet, right? Wait—Fang Zhiyi! I’ve read this novel!" He grew excited again. This so-called Dragon King had always been a subject of his mockery—why would a powerful figure like him willingly become a live-in son-in-law in someone else’s family? What was the point?

And himself? He looked down. So he was Qin Aotian, Xia Wuyue’s number one simp? According to the original plot, at tomorrow’s banquet, he’d drunkenly confess to Xia Wuyue, earning Fang Zhiyi’s eternal hatred. The first thing Fang Zhiyi would do after his return was annihilate the Qin family.

"Heh, but now that I’m here... Dragon King? Pfft. You’ve got half a year before your comeback, right?" Qin Aotian laughed arrogantly. Behind him, the butler sighed in worry—Xia Wuyue had been married for nearly three years, yet the young master still hadn’t moved on. How long would it take for the doctor to arrive?

The next day, at the banquet, Qin Aotian made his grand entrance, brimming with enthusiasm. He knew the plot well—Fang Zhiyi couldn’t reveal his identity or attack anyone yet, which meant Qin Aotian had the upper hand. This was the perfect time to build his resources and rack up system rewards.

As he entered, Qin Aotian scanned the room and was immediately drawn to a stunning beauty. His assistant whispered a warning: "Young Master, it’s inappropriate to stare at Madam Xia like that."

Qin Aotian sucked in a sharp breath. Xia Wuyue was this gorgeous? Though her makeup was a bit thick, she was undeniably attractive. No wonder the original owner was obsessed—even he felt a flicker of interest.

Looking further, he didn’t spot the Dragon King.

Qin Aotian grew impatient: "System, are you sure the Dragon King will show up?"

The system’s mechanical voice replied, "The Dragon King will definitely come. Host, please focus on your task."

Qin Aotian wandered around, unfamiliar with most guests, and kept asking the system for guidance. After circling the room, he still hadn’t found Fang Zhiyi but had managed to recognize most of the attendees.

"Screw it," Qin Aotian muttered, deciding to lure his target out. He strode straight toward Xia Wuyue. His earlier meandering had already drawn attention, and since everyone knew of his obsession with her, the room grew quieter as people discreetly watched the scene unfold.

Xia Wuyue frowned slightly. She despised Fang Zhiyi, but she equally loathed this good-for-nothing playboy from the Qin family.

"Wuyue! It’s been so long! How have you been?" Qin Aotian ignored the stares, his face full of exaggerated longing. "I’ve missed you so much."

He smirked inwardly. Fang Zhiyi, you can’t possibly hold back now, can you? Even if you can’t attack me, you’ll have to step in and stop this. Come on, show yourself!

But no one intervened. The crowd merely watched, amused by the spectacle.

"Qin Aotian, please behave yourself," Xia Wuyue said stiffly, turning her face away. With so many eyes on them, she couldn’t outright scold him, even though Qin Aotian was notorious for his scandalous antics—multiple times, his wild escapades had been filmed and leaked online.

Qin Aotian deepened his act. "You must be suffering. Look how pale you’ve become." He reached out to touch her cheek, but Xia Wuyue jerked away, leaving a streak of makeup on his fingers—right where he’d scraped his hand on the concrete earlier.

Disgusted, Qin Aotian wiped his fingers. Up close, her makeup was caked on. Ugh, the original owner had terrible taste. Xia Wuyue caught the gesture and instantly equated him with Fang Zhiyi in her mind.

Finally, someone intervened. Xia Wuyue’s parents stepped forward. "Young Master Qin, let’s discuss this privately. There are too many people here." They still held favorable opinions of Qin Aotian—after all, the Qin family was far wealthier than theirs. As for his character? Who cared about morals when you had money?

Qin Aotian suddenly remembered his rich second-generation status. "Where’s that live-in son-in-law of yours? Too ashamed to show his face?"

The room fell deathly silent. The term "live-in son-in-law" stunned everyone. While people used it behind closed doors, saying it outright at such an event was beyond audacious. The crowd exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement. Xia Bingbao and Xia’s Mother paled in fear—if that hotheaded fool heard this, all hell would break loose.

Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi remained nowhere to be seen.

Qin Aotian grew anxious. "System, you said the Dragon King Fang Zhiyi was here!"

"He is present. Host, please complete your task."

Qin Aotian hadn’t expected this. The Dragon King was nothing like the novel—how could he tolerate such provocation?

"What happens if I fail the task?"

"No rewards or points."

Qin Aotian sighed in relief. Not so bad.

"Additionally, the host will face penalties, including but not limited to electric shocks, suffocation, bone dislocation, and other forms of excruciating pain."

"What the hell?! Why didn’t you say so earlier?!"

The system coldly reminded him, "Host, please expedite the task of humiliating the Dragon King."

Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi was surprised that Xiao Hei could now intercept the communication between the time-traveler and his system. Listening to the relayed conversation, Fang Zhiyi smirked. "You think these free systems and transmigrations come out of charity? There’s always a price." A new plan formed in his mind.

Xiao Hei nodded eagerly. "Exactly! Exactly!"

Noticing Fang Zhiyi’s gaze, Xiao Hei thumped his chest. "I swear, I’m not backed by anyone!"

Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Move. You’re blocking my view."

Back at the banquet, the crowd watched as Qin Aotian’s face cycled through shades of red and white. Then, he did something that left everyone speechless.

Dropping to one knee, he plucked a fake flower from a nearby arrangement and declared, "Wuyue! I can’t live without you! Divorce that useless Fang Zhiyi and marry me instead!"