"Xiao Xiao! I've lived my whole life for you! Without you, my existence is meaningless!" He grabbed Fang Xiaoxiao's shoulders, drenched from head to toe. Fang Xiaoxiao struggled briefly, eyeing her now-ruined dry clothes with dismay.
"Let go of me!"
Qin Lan caught up from behind: "Tingxiu! Stop making a scene! She’s not worthy of your love! She—she was already defiled in that brothel!"
Fu Tingxiu’s face twisted in disbelief, just as a thunderclap boomed overhead.
"No, I don’t believe it. Xiao Xiao, tell me!"
Fang Xiaoxiao finally snapped, wrenching herself free: "Are you both insane? Qin Lan! I worked in that brothel serving tea, but I was never sullied! When that drunkard tried to assault you, I was the one who protected you! And now you slander me? You ran away and left me behind—my uncle was the one who saved me!"
Fu Tingxiu stared between Qin Lan and Fang Xiaoxiao, stunned. Qin Lan sobbed uncontrollably in the rain.
"Xiao Xiao, if that’s true, why won’t you accept me? Do you think you’re beneath me?"
Slap! Fang Xiaoxiao blinked—she’d barely raised her hand, yet the crisp sound of a slap echoed. Beside her, the chauffeur glared, umbrella in hand: "Take your madness elsewhere! Don’t harass our young lady!"
Fang Xiaoxiao made an unladylike gesture, spat at the pair, and strode to the car without a backward glance.
Fu Tingxiu stood frozen as the car sped away, while Qin Lan’s face darkened with venom.
Under the eaves, unnoticed, Gu Yongchen watched everything unfold.
That evening, Huang Li clenched her fists as Fang Xiaoxiao recounted the day: "Miss! Starting tomorrow, I’m sticking to you like glue! That scoundrel and that scheming white lotus deserve a beating!"
Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled. "The chauffeur already took care of it."
"Then we’ll beat them every time they show their faces!"
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes, recalling a famous line.
"The weather’s turned cold. The Fu Family should go bankrupt."
The next morning, the rain finally ceased. He Wenpei emerged from a dingy inn, scowling—the innkeeper had confiscated his coat. Cursing under his breath, he plotted his next move. The woman’s suggestion was to publish a sob story in the papers about being abandoned by his daughter, but he’d concocted something juicier: smearing the Fang Family with scandal.
An uncle and niece in an illicit affair! He smirked. To clear their names, they’d have to beg for his help. He could already picture himself, well-dressed, "graciously" vouching for Fang Zhiyi and Fang Xiaoxiao.
Then—crack! Darkness swallowed him as two men in blue tunics dragged him into a waiting cart.
The Qin and Fu Families were Jiang City’s textile titans, hence their alliance through marriage. But lately, their fortunes had soured. Small workshops they’d agreed to buy backed out overnight. Shipments were halted—inspectors stabbed their pristine fabrics with sharp probes, claiming to search for contraband, leaving the goods ruined.
Even their storefronts suffered. Customers accused their cloth of causing rashes, sparking protests that cratered sales.
Both families knew they’d crossed someone powerful, yet their connections yielded no answers. Finally, an old friend tipped off Grandpa Qin:
"This mess? You’ll need to see Second Master Fang."
Grandpa Qin was baffled. He knew of Fang Zhiyi—a foreign medicine peddler—but they’d never interacted. Still, he arranged a discreet meeting.
Fang Zhiyi received him cordially. Behind closed doors, their discussion left Grandpa Qin storming home in fury.
By day’s end, rumors spread: the Qin Family’s third branch—Qin Lan, her parents, and brother—were exiled to a remote town. Qin Lan, eyes swollen from crying, couldn’t fathom how chasing "true love" had doomed her family. Why would Grandpa Qin banish them over Fang Xiaoxiao?
The Qin Family’s business slowly stabilized, though never fully recovered. Fang Zhiyi had bought those workshops, offering former owners stakes, ensuring their loyalty—and carving out market share.
The Fu Family, clueless and cut off from the Qins after Qin Lan’s exile, swallowed their pride and inquired. The answer? See Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi was less accommodating this time. The Fu Family had only one heir: Fu Tingxiu.
Learning his grandson had provoked Fang Zhiyi’s niece, Grandpa Fu called him a tyrant and stormed out.
But Fang Zhiyi had already unearthed Fu Tingxiu’s illegitimate half-brother. With fanfare, he delivered the boy to the Fu doorstep.
Chaos ensued. Fu Tingxiu, too busy fending off his rival, forgot his heartbreak.
Fang Zhiyi knew this wasn’t enough. He pressured the Fu Family’s collateral branches—relatives controlling their textile trade. Threats and bribes turned these opportunists.
Soon, Fu Tingxiu too was exiled. Grandpa Fu began grooming the bastard heir.
The Fu Family, though humbled, clung to remnants of their former glory.
In a dim cell, Fang Zhiyi eyed the broken man before him. "Do you understand your mistakes now?"
He Wenpei slurred through split lips: "I’ll disappear... forever... just let me go..."
An attendant mimed slitting a throat. "Boss Fang, should we...?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Death’s too kind." He stood. "Cut out his tongue. Send him to the coal mines."
"One more to go. The most cunning of them all," Fang Zhiyi murmured.
The system piped up: Host, watching you take revenge is so satisfying.
"You don’t know the first thing about satisfaction."
"I do! After a few more worlds, I’ll even understand love!"
"Oh?" Fang Zhiyi arched a brow. The system, realizing its slip, flailed imaginary limbs.
"Stop flapping. You don’t even have a mouth."
In a shadowed room, Gu Yongchen drained a bottle and smashed it against the wall. "Fang Xiaoxiao! This is all your fault! If not for you, Lan Lan wouldn’t have been sent away! I’ll make you—" His gaze fell on a dagger gleaming atop the table.
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."
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)
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?
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.
