Watching Fang's Mother leave clutching the hundred yuan, Fang Zhiyi flashed a villainous smile.
"Host, I don’t get it," Little Hei asked.
Fang Zhiyi explained, "This whole family is a bunch of bloodsuckers, but vampires have one trait—selfishness. That point was overlooked before. They’ve all been feeding off the original host, living happily, but if you brainwash just one of them into realizing how unfair it is, the balance will naturally break."
"Host, are you sure you didn’t use necromancy?"
"How could I, huh? This world doesn’t even allow that," Fang Zhiyi said, pulling out the remaining two hundred yuan—the money from selling the donkey cart. "Sigh, gotta tighten my belt this month."
Fang Zhiyi threw himself into work. After clocking out, he’d eat with the technicians and generously treat them to drinks. Within days, he was calling them brothers. In just over ten days, he’d leveraged his social skills to become a familiar face around the factory, earning a solid reputation.
Everyone liked this young man—enthusiastic, sharp, and trouble-free—so when Fang Zhiyi asked for some scrap parts to tinker with, no one objected.
It was the '90s now, not like the old days. Raw materials were scarce but not in short supply, leading to piles of discarded parts in the factory. Usually, they’d be sold to scrap collectors every now and then, so no one batted an eye when Fang Zhiyi took some to experiment with.
A month later, Fang's Mother returned, her face as dark as ever. But this time, Fang Zhiyi didn’t let her speak—he dragged her straight to the canteen. The cook, hearing she was Fang Zhiyi’s mother, prepared a proper meal. After eating her fill of good food, Fang's Mother’s expression softened.
Fang Zhiyi stood up and borrowed a hundred yuan from a colleague in the technical department. The colleague was puzzled—hadn’t they just gotten paid? But seeing Fang Zhiyi’s face, he handed over the cash. Watching him borrow money for her, Fang's Mother felt deeply satisfied.
"Mom, I’m broke now. I just started here—had to pay for lodging and uniforms. I’ll make it up to you next paycheck," Fang Zhiyi said.
Fang's Mother nodded approvingly.
"Remember what I told you last time?"
She paused, then nodded. On her way home, she’d mulled it over—the more she thought, the more Fang Zhiyi’s words made sense. Why was she bending over backward for them? She was the one coming to ask for money, the one managing the household. Before Fang Zhiyi pointed it out, she hadn’t noticed, but after observing carefully, she realized her husband was a useless lump, and the second son was downright unfilial—he’d even talked back when she told him to cut grass! Only the youngest was obedient, though still too small.
"Keep the money safe, Mom. Next time, I’ll give you an extra fifty. Tell them you had to fight for it, then stash the hundred for Mingrui’s wedding."
Fang's Mother nodded, studying her son closely. Why hadn’t she noticed how filial he was before? Sigh, she ought to treat him better from now on.
After seeing her off, Fang Zhiyi was questioned by coworkers. He poured out his family’s situation, and hearing how unfairly his parents treated him, they were indignant. Later, Fang Zhiyi quietly returned the hundred to the colleague who’d lent it.
"Without this act, I wouldn’t even save enough for meals," Fang Zhiyi said with a bitter smile. The colleague nodded in understanding.
That afternoon, someone invited him to eat—Lin Xiaowei.
Seeing this destined figure, Fang Zhiyi declined her kindness. The original host already owed her; he wouldn’t ruin her life.
Fang Zhiyi occasionally suggested improvements to the factory’s electrical appliances. Two of his technical tweaks saved the factory significant costs. The tech team was decent—no one tried to steal credit—so the factory decided to award him a bonus after a meeting.
Holding the 2,000 yuan, Fang Zhiyi still sighed.
Soon, someone came looking for him. Outside the factory gates stood his youngest brother, Fang Mingrui, who was studying in the county town.
Fang Mingrui slung his bag over one shoulder, showing no respect as he thrust out his hand. "Give me money."
Fang Zhiyi blinked. "What money?"
"Mom said if I’m short, I come to you! Hurry up! Or I’ll tell her!"
Fang Zhiyi frowned slightly, then smiled. "Money? No problem. You rarely visit—let me take you out first."
Fang Mingrui was stunned. His big brother was offering to hang out? At home, they barely spoke.
Fang Zhiyi slung an arm around Fang Mingrui’s shoulders, asking a passing coworker to cover for him before heading out. The gatekeeper, witnessing it all, shook his head—Fang Zhiyi was a fool, and his family was rotten.
Entertainment in the county was limited—pool tables outside shops and video parlors. Fang Zhiyi splurged, fresh off his bonus. They played pool, then caught a movie, parting ways only after dark.
Before leaving, Fang Zhiyi sighed. "Wish I’d gotten paid—could’ve given you more." He handed Fang Mingrui ten yuan, urging him to head home.
Watching Fang Zhiyi leave, Fang Mingrui reconsidered his brother. Maybe he wasn’t so bad? Glancing at the money, he turned back toward the video parlor, where a newly hung sign with a risqué image made his face flush.
From a distance, Fang Zhiyi watched Fang Mingrui slip back inside, then scoffed and swaggered back to the factory.
The next time Fang's Mother visited, Fang Zhiyi borrowed a bike from his supervisor, taking her to the county market. He accompanied her shopping, buying her clothes. The vibrant fabrics dazzled her. After a restaurant meal, they returned to the factory gates, where Fang Zhiyi slipped her 150 yuan with a wink.
Fang's Mother understood—tucking fifty in her bag, hiding the hundred close to her skin.
"Oh, Mom, Mingrui came by. I took time off to show him around, gave him ten yuan to go home. The leave docked my pay, so this month’s tight. Next month, I’ll get you some supplements."
Fang's Mother’s face darkened. "That brat! Ignore him next time. I’ll handle his money. Don’t take leave—it’s a waste!" She’d already claimed Fang Zhiyi’s salary as her own.
Fang's Mother was growing fonder of her eldest—generous with money, treating her to meals. Compared to the rest, especially Mingrui, who’d been acting up lately, coming home late...
Fang Zhiyi returned to his dorm, tinkering with his gadgets, oblivious to Lin Jianguo’s arrival until the man coughed behind him.
"Director Lin."
"Hmm. What’s got you so focused?"
Fang Zhiyi held up a small device. "A generator."
Looking at the little thing, Lin Jianguo laughed, "This thing? Generate electricity?"
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.
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."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
