Fang Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "I had nothing to do, so I thought I'd prepare bathwater for Second Uncle."
Fang Zhiyi noticed her expression wasn't right and narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Fang Xiaoxiao quickly shook her head. "It's nothing."
"Speak!"
Fang Xiaoxiao trembled and lowered her head in silence. It was the maidservant beside her who spoke up instead. "Second Madam returned and threw out the young lady's belongings, then cursed at her."
Seeing the maid's indignant expression, Fang Zhiyi was actually pleased.
"How dare she!"
Fang Zhiyi stormed into the courtyard and shouted until the entire household gathered, including Fourth Brother Fang Baoguo, who was usually away at school.
Looking around, he saw varying expressions—some uneasy, others indifferent—while his wife, Lanhua, stood with a frosty glare.
"I have an announcement to make today!"
"No—two announcements!"
"First, I'm divorcing this venomous woman!" Fang Zhiyi pointed at Lanhua, whose face shifted from icy disdain to disbelief.
"What did you say? Fang Zhiyi, say that again!"
"I'll say it ten times if I have to! You keep running back to your family at every turn, and now you dare curse my niece?" Fang Zhiyi's eyes bulged as if he were about to devour someone.
Fang Xiaoxiao timidly tugged at the hem of his robe. "Uncle, forget it. Second Aunt just... has a bad temper. She didn’t mean to curse at me."
"You little wretch!" Lanhua snarled, claws out.
Fang Zhiyi jabbed a finger at her. "You wouldn’t dare!" He never hit women, but his thunderous voice froze Lanhua in place.
"Either divorce me, or I’ll cast you out! Choose!" With that, Fang Zhiyi turned away.
"Second announcement—I’m dividing the family property!" The others, who had been watching the drama unfold, were stunned.
Even the usually uninvolved eldest brother, Fang Wenrui, frowned and spoke up. "Second Brother, you’ve caused enough trouble. What’s this about dividing the property? With your habits, how long would those shops last you?"
Fang Zhiyi scoffed. "Big Brother, have you been hiding in your study so long you’ve lost your wits? The Fang Family may pretend to be united, but we’ve all been managing our own affairs for ages."
Fang Wenrui had no retort.
"Anyway, it’s settled. If you refuse, none of you will have peace!" Fang Zhiyi reverted to his old, unruly self.
Eldest Sister-in-law Gong Hui panicked. If they divided the property now, Fang Zhiyi would walk away with three shops!
"Zhiyi, you can’t do this. Even if we’ve been managing separately, I’ve never mistreated you." She turned to Fang Baoguo. "Baoguo, talk some sense into your brother!"
Fang Baoguo had heard about the recent family disputes but didn’t care much, preoccupied with his own affairs. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Fang Zhiyi spun around and punched him square in the face, sending him crashing into the wall.
Fang Zhiyi cheered inwardly—finally, a chance to beat up this little brat! The original story had overlooked a crucial detail: Fang Xiaoxiao had encountered trouble several times, and Fang Baoguo had witnessed it. Yet, he believed his niece was inherently worthless and deliberately ignored her. Though Fang Xiaoxiao had long given up on her relatives, the betrayal still stung.
"Zhiyi!" Fang Wenrui barked, but when he met Fang Zhiyi’s fierce glare, he swallowed his anger. "Fine! We’ll divide the property!"
Fang Xiaoxiao, standing behind Fang Zhiyi, was dumbfounded. Just like that, the family was splitting up?
The next day, they followed the formalities, inviting elders to witness the division. Once done, Fang Zhiyi immediately took Fang Xiaoxiao and the maid Huang Li away from the Fang Family. Before leaving, he finalized the divorce with Lanhua, ignoring her protests as he hired men to escort her out.
As he departed, the remaining family members wore dark expressions—especially Fang Baoguo, his face swollen, glaring hatefully at their retreating figures.
Fang Zhiyi bought a small courtyard and arranged rooms for Fang Xiaoxiao and Huang Li.
Sitting in the courtyard, Fang Xiaoxiao was still in shock. Had Second Uncle really gone this far for her? The icy walls around her heart finally began to thaw. If she had doubted his intentions before, she now truly believed he cared for her.
Fang Zhiyi even hired a tutor to teach Fang Xiaoxiao and Huang Li at home while he continued to roam around like a spoiled heir. To outsiders, he remained the same good-for-nothing, and some even placed bets on how quickly he’d squander his inheritance.
Time passed until one day, Fang Xiaoxiao and Huang Li ran into Fu Tingxiu in town.
For some reason, Fu Tingxiu was instantly captivated by her and followed them all the way to Fang Zhiyi’s doorstep, where he bumped into Fang Zhiyi returning from his usual wanderings.
"Kid, scram." Fang Zhiyi had no patience for him, inwardly cursing the ridiculous laws of attraction in this world.
Fu Tingxiu met Fang Zhiyi’s menacing glare but still managed to exchange a lingering glance with Fang Xiaoxiao before leaving.
Watching him go, Fang Zhiyi knew it was time to ramp up his niece’s education.
"The tutor won’t be coming for a while, and I won’t be going out either," Fang Zhiyi announced to the two girls. "How about I tell you some stories I’ve heard at the teahouse?"
Delighted—since teahouses were mostly male domains they couldn’t enter—they eagerly agreed.
"There was once a man born into a wealthy family who loved playing the devoted lover. His family arranged a marriage, and though he met his fiancée, he pretended to despise her just to show off. So, he went around acting pitiful."
Huang Li wrinkled her nose. "Ugh... then what?"
"Then he successfully deceived a girl. In this world, a lone girl with no support would naturally fall for such a seemingly devoted young master."
Both girls nodded, understanding the scenario.
Fang Zhiyi embellished the story with all the details he remembered.
Huang Li frowned. "That girl was so foolish."
But Fang Xiaoxiao murmured, "If a girl has lived in darkness for so long, it makes sense she’d cling to anyone who offers her light."
Fang Zhiyi inhaled sharply—time to intensify the lessons!
The next day, he told them a story about a scoundrel tycoon, adapted from something he’d read before. The girls listened intently, occasionally cursing the male lead.
On the third day, Fang Zhiyi recounted a tale of a noble lady who climbed the social ladder by betraying her best friend.
To ensure they absorbed the lessons, Fang Zhiyi spent nights drafting story outlines by lamplight while his system watched with glee.
"Make it even more tragic! I don’t think it’s tragic enough!" the system clamored.
"Shut up. Success hinges on this."
Five days passed when someone knocked on the courtyard gate. Upon opening it, there stood Fu Tingxiu, dressed impeccably, with a car parked not far behind him.
The Fu Family was indeed wealthy.
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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
