"I know about you borrowing money from your colleagues." The manager looked at Fang Jianguo standing before him, utterly baffled how someone like him could stoop so low. "How do you plan to pay it back?"
Fang Jianguo froze, remaining silent. The truth was, he hadn’t even considered repayment.
But it wasn’t entirely his fault. In the original course of events, they had squeezed the money out of their children, and the amount borrowed had been small. However, due to Fang Zhiyi’s interference, they had reached this point much sooner.
The manager continued, "Given your character, the company would normally fire you. But for now, you’re being kept on. I’ll deduct a portion of your salary each month to repay your colleagues. Any objections?"
Fang Jianguo wanted to argue, but in the end, he simply nodded silently.
As the manager watched him leave, his phone rang.
"Hello, Mom? It’s handled, it’s handled. Don’t worry."
Chen Meihua faced a similar situation, only far more intense. Several colleagues were loudly demanding repayment, and her supervisor decided to suspend her until she resolved her debts.
Meanwhile, in a spacious shop, two full tables of elderly men and women sat chatting. Fang Zhiyi raised his glass, toasting each of them with a smile.
"I’m just a country man, don’t know much about manners. But meeting all of you—it’s the best luck of my life." With that, he downed his drink in one go.
"Old Fang, don’t you worry. We know exactly the kind of man you are. You stay right here. No more breakfast stalls—we’re opening a proper restaurant!"
"After all this, you’re still singing praises about your son? Truly, a parent’s heart knows no bounds," one of the elderly women remarked before pulling out her phone. "No, I have to call my niece again. That daughter-in-law of yours is downright wicked! And my niece happens to be a supervisor at their factory."
Fang Zhiyi tried to stop her but could only sigh heavily.
"Old friend, don’t take it to heart. Think of it as raising an ungrateful wretch," an old man consoled him.
Xiao Hei chimed in, "You’re practically grinning."
"Shut up."
"Is the influence of elderly humans really this strong?"
"You’re still too young to understand."
"Grandpa!" Three small figures appeared at the door.
Fang Zhiyi waved them inside.
"Is this Grandpa’s new shop? It’s so much bigger than the breakfast stall!" Fang Yang’s eyes widened in amazement.
Fang Xiao stood quietly, her expression tinged with worry.
Fang Zhiyi picked up Fang Yue. "What’s wrong?" Fang Xiao carried too much weight in her heart.
"Grandpa, if you’re gone… we won’t have enough to eat again."
The room fell silent. Some of the elders clenched their fists.
"What nonsense! From now on, come here every morning and after school. Tell Grandpa what you want to eat!"
"How did we never notice what kind of people those two were? Starving their own children to skin and bones while playing saints outside?" one of the elderly women fumed.
"Fang Jianguo once helped me carry rice and refused payment. Thinking back now, what a disgrace!" an old man muttered in regret.
"Let bygones be bygones! Come, let’s eat!" Fang Zhiyi called out as several young workers emerged from the kitchen, bringing out simple home-style dishes.
"You all, join us once you’re done," Fang Zhiyi invited.
One of the young men smiled shyly. "No thanks, Grandpa Fang. I have to go back and study. Exams are coming up."
"Oh? Do you have enough money?"
"Plenty, plenty!" The young man waved his hands. "I just helped with cleaning and organizing, and you already paid me 3,000 yuan. It’s too much! But don’t worry, I’ll be back after exams!"
Fang Zhiyi nodded, then turned to the others. "Then pack some food to take with you. I won’t have people saying you worked for me and still went hungry!"
Life had become unbearable for Fang Jianguo and Chen Meihua. Overnight, it seemed, the winds had shifted—and the gale was so strong they could barely lift their heads.
Neighbors who once praised them now looked at them with disdain. Posts about their good deeds on social media went unliked, with comments instead asking if they’d repaid their debts.
The three children came and went early, growing more distant by the day. When Chen Meihua saw a little girl in worn-out clothes and tried to take Fang Yue’s new dress for her, Fang Yue clung to it desperately. Furious, Chen Meihua raised her hand to discipline her "grandfather-spoiled" daughter—but under Fang Xiao’s icy stare, her hand froze mid-air.
Even worse, those they had once helped now either brushed them off with empty words or outright blocked them. A student they had sponsored lashed out when payments stopped:
"If you weren’t going to help long-term, you shouldn’t have started! Giving for one month and skipping two—do you think I’m a beggar?"
Online, posts circulated about the "hypocrite couple," their three pitiful children, and the hardworking old father. The posts ended with the address of Fang Zhiyi’s restaurant.
Cut off financially and socially ruined, the couple seethed with resentment. Why? They had only ever done good! How had it come to this? Now, instead of charity work, their days were filled with debt collectors and scornful whispers.
When they learned Fang Zhiyi hadn’t left town but opened a restaurant nearby, they swallowed their pride and went.
Unsurprisingly, they didn’t even get to see Fang Zhiyi. A college student working part-time at the entrance pointed at a notice on the wall—their photos were plastered beneath the words:
"These two are not allowed inside."
Fang Jianguo’s blood boiled when he saw the sign next to their pictures:
"This restaurant offers free meals for those in need. If you’re struggling, come in and eat."
The contrast was brutal.
"That’s them, right? Pretending to be saints, kicking out their father, abusing their kids," someone muttered, pulling out a phone to film. Fang Jianguo covered his face and dragged his wife away.
At home, things were no better. Suspended from work, Chen Meihua could only cook—but their meals were still plain rice and pickles, sometimes without even salted duck eggs. Before, they’d skimped to help others. Now, they were just broke.
The children, meanwhile, returned every day with satisfied smiles, eating breakfast and dinner at their grandfather’s. On weekends, they stayed at his restaurant.
Exhausted, Fang Jianguo was powerless to intervene. Fang Xiao had grown stronger, and strangers now threatened him: "Lay a finger on those kids, and you’ll regret it."
Fang Jianguo laughed bitterly. He was on the verge of collapse. Most of his salary went to repayments, but he clung to hope—just endure a year or so, and it would pass.
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.
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)
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
