She and Fang Jianguo had just donated ten thousand yuan to a child with leukemia. The family sent them messages of gratitude, but now they had no money left.
Chen Meihua took Fang Xiao home and told Fang Jianguo about it.
Fang Jianguo was stunned for a moment, looking at his feverish son: "But... I’ve already advanced next month’s salary..."
Chen Meihua pursed her lips and said after a pause, "I’ll have the clinic give him a couple of shots. He’s our son, after all—strong enough to tough it out."
Fang Xiao lay on the cold wooden bed, his mind in chaos, while Chen Meihua posted a long social media update with a photo of the donation, recounting the story of the leukemia-stricken child and urging her friends to join the cause.
Fang Xiao pulled through. Chen Meihua claimed it was because she and her husband had done so much good that their family was blessed—but no one knew Fang Xiao had been left with lasting health issues.
Then, just before the college entrance exams, the hidden time bomb in Fang Xiao’s body detonated. The surgery cost a staggering hundred thousand yuan, but Fang Jianguo and his wife couldn’t afford it—or rather, they couldn’t bear to tarnish their reputation by refusing those who sought their help. So they begged the doctors for conservative treatment instead.
Fang Xiao died like that. The doctor said he had given up on living.
After Fang Xiao’s death, Fang Yang began to see his parents for what they were. He understood how his older brother must have felt.
Finally, one day, he lashed out at them. Fang Jianguo and his wife didn’t understand, but they were in a hurry to meet a student from a poor mountain village who had come to visit them, so they ignored him. Fang Yang ran away from home.
Only Fang Yue stayed by their side.
She, too, found joy in doing good deeds, though her classmates always looked at her strangely.
Rumors said someone resembling Fang Yang had been spotted in a coastal city, but he was killed in a gang fight.
After learning the full story, Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. "I never wrote this part!?"
Little Hei muttered, "Because these are just side characters. Like I said before, the world fills in the gaps logically. This has happened before."
Fang Zhiyi thought for a while. "What about the protagonist?"
"The protagonist is an orphan Fang Jianguo and his wife helped."
The scene shifted—a luxury car picked up Fang Jianguo and his wife, taking them to a mansion. This was the protagonist’s way of repaying their kindness.
"......" Fang Zhiyi rubbed his head. "Wait, who am I?"
"You’re Fang Jianguo’s father."
"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi nearly jumped. "Fine, I’ll go strangle him right now."
"Calm down. Murder is illegal. He’s already married to Chen Meihua."
A neighbor saw Fang Zhiyi packing his bags and asked, "Old Fang, going on a trip?"
Without looking up, Fang Zhiyi replied, "I miss my grandkids." Little Hei explained that the original owner was eccentric—he never visited the city or cared about his grandchildren. Sometimes, when neighbors mentioned seeing his son in the news and praised him, he’d puff up with pride, bragging about his parenting skills. But his presence was always faint.
"You little bastard, your dad’s coming for you!" Fang Zhiyi finished packing and strode toward the bus stop.
"Fang Jianguo, eating vegetable scraps with plain rice again? You’re too frugal," a coworker teased.
Fang Jianguo chuckled sheepishly. "Well, the kid from the mountains wrote saying his grandfather broke his leg. My wife and I were so worried, we sent him some money." He pulled out his cracked phone to show the thank-you letter.
The coworker clicked his tongue and gave a thumbs-up. "You two really are a match."
Only the receptionist muttered, "What if it’s a scam?"
Fang Jianguo heard her. "How could it be a scam?" He scrolled through his photos. "Look how poor they are. See?"
The receptionist lowered her head to eat, just curling her lip.
After work, Fang Jianguo kept texting—urging the kid to study hard and promising to send whatever he needed.
Suddenly, a sharp slap to the back of his head nearly knocked him over. Fang Jianguo turned around in shock. "Dad?"
Fang Zhiyi shoved his luggage at him. "Carry this!"
Fang Jianguo hesitated but took it. "Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?"
"How? I don’t even have a phone!" Fang Zhiyi marched ahead, hands behind his back, then turned. "Hurry up! You trying to starve your old man?" His booming voice drew stares from passersby.
Fang Jianguo hurried after him. "Dad, keep it down."
"Now you’re lecturing me?" Fang Zhiyi glared and smacked him again. Fang Jianguo froze for two seconds—since when was his father this strong?
Inside the house, Fang Zhiyi looked around in disgust—cheap decor, shabby furniture, and... three scrawny kids.
The children stared at him blankly.
"Dad, who’s this grandpa? Does he need your help too?" Fang Yue blinked.
Fang Xiao tugged her sleeve. "This is Grandpa."
Fang Yue gasped. "Hi, Grandpa!"
"Hey, kids." Fang Zhiyi scooped her up, his heart sinking at how light she was.
"Grandpa," Fang Xiao and Fang Yang greeted. They rarely saw him, their memories limited to his temper when they were little.
Fang Zhiyi eyed the boys and gave a stiff nod.
"Fang Jianguo, I ran into Granny Wang after work today. Poor thing was picking through rotten vegetables at the market, so I gave her the groceries I bought..." Chen Meihua’s voice trailed off as she closed the door and noticed Fang Zhiyi.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
Fang Zhiyi scowled. "What, I can’t visit? His mother died young, and I raised this idiot alone. Now I’m not welcome?"
"No, no!" Chen Meihua didn’t know why her father-in-law was so aggressive, but then again, he’d always been like this.
"I’m hungry!" Fang Zhiyi set Fang Yue down and plopped onto the creaky sofa.
"I’ll start cooking right away!"
At the dinner table, Fang Zhiyi nearly laughed in frustration—a bowl of plain vegetable soup, two salted duck eggs, and a dish of pickles.
The kids didn’t even blink.
"Chen Meihua, you said you gave your groceries to some old lady?" Fang Zhiyi asked sharply.
Chen Meihua paused. "Yes. I swapped with her. An elderly woman shouldn’t eat spoiled food."
"Oh, so I’m not elderly? I can eat garbage?"
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
host is extracting the Celestial Bone of the Destiny's Female Lead! The Destiny's Great Villain System has successfully bound!] Mo Tianxiao: "Destiny's Great Villain? Me?" Looking at the radiant Celestial Bone in his hand and the beautiful woman lying on the bed, Mo Tianxiao felt somewhat confused. How could he, a law-abiding citizen, become a villain? Mo Tianxiao: "Fine, villain it is then. With the system here, even a Chosen One isn't unbeatable." [Ding! Detected 18,653 Chosen Ones in this world. Please seize the destiny of all protagonists to become the true Destiny's Great Villain!] Mo Tianxiao: "Seize how many?! What kind of lousy great villain is this? I'm a perfectly good citizen!"
