"You're keeping me alive because I possess extensive information on the Dragon King's Court—member lists, business assets, financial records..." Glasses sneered. "Do you really think I'd betray the Dragon King's Court just for that?"
Fang Zhiyi simply smiled at him without a word.
After a brief silence—
"You read me perfectly, Young Master—no, Dragon King. You call the shots."
"What kind of person is this?!" Little Hei muttered in disbelief.
"The smarter someone is, the better they understand weighing pros and cons. This guy couldn’t care less about loyalty as long as it benefits him."
Fang Zhiyi wasn’t stingy. He immediately split the assets acquired in Country J in half and handed them to the War God, leaving the latter utterly stunned.
"Brother Fang, this time it’s me who should thank you for saving my daughter. There’s no need—"
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "Did you forget something?"
The War God recalled what Fang Zhiyi had said when they first met. Though he had lost his citizenship in Hua Country, he had always remained Hua at heart.
"Since you insist, I’ll accept. From now on, you’re a friend of the War God!" He then leaned closer to Fang Zhiyi’s ear. "If there’s ever anything you can’t handle openly out there, let me know."
Fang Zhiyi nodded with a smile.
His return to the country was anything but low-key. The moment he stepped off the plane, a group of military officers escorted him away.
"Fang Zhiyi, congratulations on completing the mission!" An elderly man shook his hand warmly.
Fang Zhiyi acknowledged politely before pulling out a notebook from his pocket. "This contains the list—not just the Dragon King’s Court’s sleeper agents, but also a number of foreign spies they inadvertently uncovered."
"As for the assets, I’ll arrange for their transfer later. We’ll figure out the best way to repatriate everything."
The old man nodded, studying Fang Zhiyi. "Aren’t you keeping anything for yourself?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No need. I have no interest. You’ll handle the money and intel far better than I ever could—I’m simply not cut out for it."
As Fang Zhiyi walked away, the old man reminisced about their first secret meeting at Jiang City’s police station.
Fang Zhiyi had laid bare everything about the Dragon King’s Court. While Hua Country was already aware of this overseas power, the young man’s sincerity had won their trust. Under his orchestration, they openly dismantled the Dragon King’s Court’s Jiang City stronghold, repurposing its members into Hua’s intelligence network while funneling the organization’s funds into expanding their own operations.
Even back then, Fang Zhiyi had been designated a high-priority protection target—though his own skills made it seem unnecessary. Their caution proved justified when assassins came for him, only to be captured before they could act.
Through Fang Zhiyi’s connections, the heir of the Divine Physician joined national medical research after inheriting the title, while the War God, Yu Zedong—originally a top operative from another covert program, framed and exiled—was finally cleared for an early return to the military, though he preferred remaining a hidden asset.
Life was far more comfortable for Fang Zhiyi now. Wealthy, influential, and running a company that dealt in more than just its legitimate import-export business, the only hiccup was the prolonged absence of the White Dragon Envoy, forcing him to step in occasionally.
Sixth Dragon pushed open the office door. "Boss, we found the White Dragon Envoy."
"Oh? Where is he?" According to Glasses, the White Dragon Envoy was a managerial genius—stubborn at times, but perfect for expanding their reach.
"He’s... at the Jiang Family in K City."
Fang Zhiyi blinked. "The Jiang Family? What’s that?"
"He pulled a you—went off to be a live-in son-in-law."
Fang Zhiyi spat out his tea. "Why?!"
He said if you could attain enlightenment after just two and a half years as a son-in-law, so could he.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of logic was that?
The Xia family had fallen from grace, though they scraped by. The once-proud Xia Wuyue now worked menial jobs, while Xia’s Mother took up cleaning. Confined to a wheelchair, Xia Bingbao could only endure his wife’s complaints, which eventually turned into outright abuse—until she finally ran away.
Xia Wuyue didn’t abandon her father, but she stopped speaking to him, leaving the house steeped in silence.
Qin Aotian, freed from his system, was now a shell of his former self. Watching his father bring home an illegitimate heir to inherit the family business, Qin Aotian simply walked away. He’d had enough—terrified of the system’s torment and the unfathomable Dragon King. At least his status ensured a modest, worry-free life.
That night, Little Hei slipped into Xia Wuyue’s room and fed her the original storyline.
The next morning, Xia Wuyue sat up slowly, struggling to process her surroundings. After a long pause, she patted her cheeks and laughed bitterly. "A dream within a dream?"
Remembering how she’d treated Fang Zhiyi and her willing role as one of Qin Aotian’s harem in the "dream," she wasn’t sure if she regretted it. But in the end, she only sighed, hurried through her morning routine, and left for work. When her phone buzzed with news of Fang Zhiyi accompanying another diplomatic delegation abroad, she bit her lip.
Fang Zhiyi was busy again. Every trip involved midnight excursions, returning bloodied but satisfied as he crossed another name off his notebook.
"Dragon King’s Court, Western Division."
Thirty years passed in a blink. Fang Zhiyi died—even the Divine Physician couldn’t save him. His funeral drew crowds. Those once-called "brothers" from wealthy families were now industry leaders. Sixth Dragon, Ninth Dragon, and their families stood silently by his coffin. The War God, hair now white, led a group of foreigners in. At his gesture, a short-haired woman bowed deeply to Fang Zhiyi’s portrait.
"That girl’s all grown up?" Fang Zhiyi mused—only his second time seeing her.
Little Hei nodded. "Humans are fascinating. Host, look who else is here."
The spectral Fang Zhiyi turned to see the White Dragon Envoy, now white-haired himself, supporting an elderly woman.
Damn, this guy actually found true love as a son-in-law?!
"Not her—look behind!"
Fang Zhiyi looked again. A wrinkled woman stood under an umbrella, watching from a distance.
"Oh, Xia Wuyue? Heard she never married."
"I showed her the story. Maybe she’s been reflecting?"
"Since when did you get so philosophical?"
"Heh."
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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.
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