"Huh? Host, does that mean we won’t get to see those juicy plotlines anymore?"
"What plotlines?"
"You know, the whole 'you love me but she doesn’t love me, I love her but she loves him' kind of drama."
"You’ve got issues."
At the break of dawn the next day, Fang Zhiyi was jolted awake by the noise outside—his sister-in-law’s voice ringing through the courtyard.
"Xiaoxiao, wipe down these vases, then take your uncle’s books out to sun them. Your aunt’s shoulder just can’t handle the strain."
Hearing the exaggerated tone, Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes. This sister-in-law of his was a master of backhanded remarks and loved gaslighting Fang Xiaoxiao, all while playing the saint.
He threw on his clothes and stepped outside to see Fang Xiaoxiao carefully polishing the decorative vases lining the porch with a cloth.
"Xiaoxiao, come here!"
Fang Xiaoxiao scurried over, head bowed.
"Who told you to do this? Got nothing better to do? Come on, we’re going out!"
Fang Xiaoxiao took a nervous step back.
Fang Zhiyi glared. "I’m not selling you off! We’re going shopping—I can’t carry everything alone!"
"Hey, Second Brother, at least let her cook before she goes," Gong Hui interjected anxiously.
Fang Zhiyi turned. "So you’ve been starving all these days she wasn’t here? Get your maid to do it!"
That was the truth—in this household, Fang Xiaoxiao’s status was lower than a servant’s.
As the two walked out, Gong Hui stomped her foot in frustration, then spotted her sister-in-law Lanhua idly munching on sunflower seeds nearby. She forced a smile. "Oh, Second Sister-in-law, up early with nothing to do?"
Lanhua smirked dismissively.
"Xiaocui, go check if the hen in the backyard laid any eggs today. If not, slaughter it for soup," she said pointedly.
Lanhua’s face darkened. A hen that didn’t lay eggs—wasn’t that a dig at her?
But she had to save face. Muttering curses under her breath, she stormed back inside.
The sound of objects being thrown brought a satisfied smile to Gong Hui’s lips as she walked away. Meanwhile, in the study nearby, Fang Wenrui observed the scene before burying himself back in his treasured books.
"Four fried cakes, four youtiao, and two bowls of soy milk."
Fang Zhiyi plopped down at the breakfast stall and waved at Fang Xiaoxiao, who was still standing. "Sit!"
Fang Xiaoxiao perched gingerly on the edge of the stool.
"You want an egg?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Fang Xiaoxiao wasn’t sure if he was talking to her and stayed silent.
Fang Zhiyi sighed inwardly. "I’m asking you!"
"N-no, I’m fine," she stammered, waving her hands.
"Great, then you’re having one."
Fang Xiaoxiao blinked. Was her uncle’s hearing failing?
When the food arrived, she still hesitated.
"Eat!" Fang Zhiyi urged, and she finally took small, cautious bites.
"Hurry up. After this, we’re buying you new clothes. What kind of rags are you wearing?"
"Uncle, are you... taking me to meet a suitor?" Fang Xiaoxiao’s voice shrank to a whisper. If he was treating her and buying clothes, surely he meant to marry her off.
Fang Zhiyi paused, then waved impatiently. "Suitors? Bullshit! Don’t believe me? Fine—I, Fang Zhiyi, swear: if I force you to marry against your will, may I die a wretched death!"
His voice carried, drawing stares from nearby diners. But one look from Fang Zhiyi sent them all ducking their heads. Everyone knew the Fang family’s second son was a troublemaker best left alone.
Fang Xiaoxiao relaxed slightly but still asked, "Then... why buy me clothes?"
"To wear!" Fang Zhiyi grumbled through a mouthful of fried cake, unimpressed by the taste.
Soon, they were strolling through the market. He bought Fang Xiaoxiao two new outfits, a bolt of fabric, and some sewing supplies.
On their way back, he even picked up rouge and powder for her. "Here. You’re grown now—if you want to dress up, go ahead."
Fang Xiaoxiao was stunned. What was her uncle planning?
In truth, Fang Zhiyi had used the shopping trip as cover to inspect the family’s shops. Business was poor across the board. After their grandmother’s death, two shops went to his eldest brother Fang Wenrui, two to him, one to the fourth brother, and one supposedly reserved for Fang Xiaoxiao—though Gong Hui controlled it in practice.
By the time they returned home, Fang Zhiyi had a clear picture.
This world wasn’t like his last two lives—one where he commanded armies, the other where he was a sect leader. Here, he’d have to build his fortune from scratch.
As they entered the courtyard, the maid Xiaocui, sweeping the ground, greeted him sweetly: "Second Master."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. Xiaocui glanced at Fang Xiaoxiao—dressed worse than a servant—and sneered before resuming her work.
Fang Xiaoxiao, used to such treatment, moved to leave when Fang Zhiyi suddenly turned back.
"Xiaocui, having eye trouble?"
Xiaocui blinked. "Second Master, my eyes are fine."
"Doesn’t look like it to me."
Xiaocui froze, unsure what the volatile second master was getting at.
Fang Zhiyi’s voice boomed: "Are you blind or mute, not greeting the young lady when she walks in?!"
Xiaocui jumped. "Y-young lady."
Fang Xiaoxiao stood dumbfounded before nodding belatedly. "Xiaocui."
"Don’t mind her." Fang Zhiyi didn’t even look back as he led Fang Xiaoxiao to his quarters.
Spotting the new clothes, the previously languid Lanhua sprang up. "You devil! Finally buying me something!" She reached for them, shoving Fang Xiaoxiao aside.
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes flashed. "Get your hands off!"
Lanhua recoiled. "What’s your problem?"
"Those are Fang Xiaoxiao’s clothes. Want some? Go buy your own!"
Lanhua gaped at him, then at Fang Xiaoxiao, before exploding. "You bought clothes for this little bitch? Was she naked? I’ll show you naked!" She lunged at Fang Xiaoxiao, who instinctively covered her head.
But Fang Zhiyi caught Lanhua’s wrist mid-swing.
"Touch her, and I’ll break your arm. Try me."
Lanhua paled at his ferocity, yanking her hand back. "Fang! What the hell is this?!"
Fang Zhiyi helped Fang Xiaoxiao up. "I’ve no children of my own. From now on, Xiaoxiao is my daughter." He paused. "I discussed it with Third Sister in a dream." The mention of the supernatural lent weight to his words.
Lanhua’s eyes darted around before her face twisted with rage. "So you’re blaming me for not giving you a son? Fine! I never wanted this marriage anyway! Your whole family’s against me! I’m leaving!" She began haphazardly bundling her belongings into a bedsheet.
"Auntie..." Fang Xiaoxiao, still reeling from Fang Zhiyi’s declaration, tried to stop her.
"Let her go!" Fang Zhiyi barked.
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
