Recently targeted by the Qin family, some former business partners suddenly announced the termination of their collaborations with the Xia Family, leaving Xia Bingbao and Xia Wuyue overwhelmed. After extensive inquiries, they discovered that these wealthy families had cut ties with them because their son was on good terms with Fang Zhiyi?
Xia Bingbao was so furious that he fell ill, and Xia's Mother had to care for him in the hospital daily.
Xia Wuyue locked herself in her room for a long time, deep in thought, before finally making a decision.
That evening, Fang Zhiyi returned home with two beautiful women, intending to continue drinking in the living room. Xia Wuyue walked up to him with a cold expression and threw a document in front of him.
"Sign it. I want a divorce."
Fang Zhiyi was amused. He hadn’t even started causing trouble recently, and yet this woman couldn’t hold back?
Xia Wuyue had realized that everything began with this man before her. She would rather forfeit her grandfather’s inheritance than stay with him.
According to Old Master Xia’s will, if Xia Wuyue initiated the divorce with Fang Zhiyi, the entire inheritance would be donated to charity.
It seemed the Xia Family’s tolerance was weak—they’d rather give up their inheritance than remain tied to him.
Fang Zhiyi naturally refused to sign. Things weren’t that simple. They were the ones who had proposed the marriage to the original host in the first place. Now they wanted to divorce just like that? Impossible!
Xia Wuyue chased away the two women who had been watching the spectacle and said coldly, "Name your conditions. I have some money of my own—enough to last you a lifetime."
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes at her. She was indeed beautiful, but her character was lacking. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have groveled before the original "Dragon King" and then switched sides when the transmigrator took over.
"Fine. Give me money—50 million."
"What?!" Xia Wuyue was outraged at the figure. The Xia Family’s assets were, at most, a few hundred million, and they had already suffered heavy losses recently. Yet this good-for-nothing dared to demand 50 million outright?
"That’s right. 50 million." Fang Zhiyi wore a shameless grin as he watched Xia Wuyue grit her teeth in anger. He shrugged. "If you won’t agree, then forget it." He stood up to leave but suddenly stopped and held out his hand to her. "Give me money—my allowance for tomorrow."
Xia Wuyue nearly choked on her fury.
Fang Zhiyi went out to enjoy himself again, while Xia Wuyue went to the hospital to discuss matters with her parents. Fang Zhiyi was now a ticking time bomb—to stabilize the company, they had to eliminate him first. Who knew what else he might do? After all, the leak of confidential documents from the study last time was likely his doing.
In the end, they decided that Xia Bingbao would spend more money to hire experts to beat Fang Zhiyi into a vegetative state. That way, they wouldn’t have to pay the 50 million, and Old Master Xia’s inheritance would remain intact.
This time, Xia Bingbao pulled many strings and hired two foreign experts, instructing them to tail Fang Zhiyi discreetly and strike once he left home to avoid suspicion.
Watching Fang Zhiyi drive away, Xia Bingbao, seated in his wheelchair, couldn’t hide his smirk.
"Darling, are these two reliable?"
"Absolutely. Have you heard of the Assassin Rankings? These two are among the top ten. They don’t come cheap." Xia Bingbao winced at the cost. "But if it means getting rid of him, it’s worth it."
In reality, the two experts followed Fang Zhiyi’s car through winding roads into a secluded factory, only to be ambushed, disarmed, and dragged away with sacks over their heads.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t even bother looking back.
That night, when Fang Zhiyi returned home, lounging on the sofa unharmed and demanding his allowance, Xia Bingbao completely lost it.
The Xia Family reluctantly scraped together 50 million for Fang Zhiyi, watched him sign the papers, and then watched as he threw their belongings out.
"Additional clause in the agreement," Fang Zhiyi pointed at the document. "This house is mine now. Get out, or I’ll call security."
After a round of furious curses, the Xia Family left.
No matter—they still had their company. Their net worth remained in the hundreds of millions.
Xia Wuyue waited eagerly for Fang Zhiyi’s downfall. A man like him would squander 50 million in no time, be abandoned by his wealthy friends, and end up on the streets. Just the thought excited her.
But after the divorce, Fang Zhiyi seemed to vanish from the scene.
That was until a bidding conference the Xia Family attended, where Xia Bingbao and Xia Wuyue were stunned to see Fang Zhiyi seated at the head of the table.
"You! You! How are you here?!" Xia Bingbao pointed at the formally dressed Fang Zhiyi, his hatred for this bloodsucker boiling over.
Fang Zhiyi remained expressionless.
A security guard nearby stepped forward. "Please lower your voice, or I’ll have to escort you out."
Knowing the importance of this bid, Xia Wuyue pulled her father back into his seat.
"This bidding session is primarily overseen by President Fang." That single sentence made Xia Wuyue’s mind reel. President Fang? She scrutinized the man at the front again. He was President Fang? The one collaborating with the government on import-export ventures?
He hadn’t looked this good before!
The meeting ended in a daze for Xia Wuyue, with the Xia Family walking away empty-handed.
Meanwhile, several other families secured projects—families whose prodigal sons were on good terms with Fang Zhiyi.
"Favoritism!" she shouted in agitation but was quickly ushered out.
Refusing to accept that the man she once despised as a mere live-in son-in-law had risen so high, Xia Wuyue and Xia Bingbao approached journalists with their side of the story, accusing Fang Zhiyi of corruption.
The news sparked a massive public outcry.
Fang Zhiyi merely smirked at the online vitriol while Sixth Dragon and Ninth Dragon stood nervously by his side. They were about to go abroad, unsure if they’d return safely.
The backlash against the Xia Family came swiftly. As netizens dug deeper, they uncovered Fang Zhiyi’s various deeds.
"Fang Zhiyi personally funded the construction of school buildings in impoverished mountainous regions and covered education expenses for some children."
"Fang Zhiyi donated 10 million to disaster relief efforts."
"Fang Zhiyi established the Fang Charity Foundation, pledging full financial transparency to the public."
Netizens were stunned—and so was Xia Wuyue. But she quickly realized Fang Zhiyi was using the money he extorted from her to play the philanthropist! How dare he!
Soon, someone stepped forward to vouch for him—the eldest son of the He Family, a celebrity.
"I’ve been busy lately but was shocked to hear about the attacks on Fang Zhiyi. Though I’ve only met him a few times, I deeply admire his character. My younger brother, He Peihuan, used to frequent nightclubs, race cars, and binge-drink—our family was at our wits’ end. But under Fang Zhiyi’s guidance, my brother has turned over a new leaf and now holds a respectable job. My parents and I are incredibly proud of him. These baseless accusations are outrageous! If needed, I’ll provide any support possible. @Fang Zhiyi (Divorced Edition)"