He had learned his lesson this time. First, he inquired about what had happened during his absence, then realized Fang Yunhe was no longer someone he could bully. Fear and resentment festered in his heart.
Not just his former gang, but even the other classmates seemed to look at him strangely, as if they were all mocking him.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. If he couldn’t mess with Fang Yunhe, couldn’t he still pick on someone else?
"What the hell are you laughing at?" He grabbed a classmate by the collar—one of their usual targets, short and timid.
Watching the boy stammer apologies in panic, Wang Zihan felt that long-lost sense of superiority surge through him. See? I’m still the top dog here.
"People who are insecure and twisted inside need to pick on those weaker than them to prove their strength. Pathetic."
Wang Zihan turned and saw Fang Yunhe staring at him with an impassive expression. "You got a problem with me?"
"Damn it! He’s bullying someone again! Get him!" Someone suddenly shouted, and seven or eight people rushed forward. In full view of everyone, Wang Zihan was beaten up. Fang Yunhe was surprised—he had been planning to teach him a lesson himself but was hesitating over whether to finish his test papers first. Why were they so eager?
The farce only ended when the homeroom teacher hurried over. But everyone claimed Wang Zihan had started it by bullying a classmate, and they had just stepped in to stop him. In short, it was all his fault.
The teacher glanced at Fang Yunhe, who was buried in his exam papers, and sighed in relief. As long as Fang Yunhe wasn’t involved, things were manageable.
Wang Zihan was given a disciplinary record. With multiple testimonies confirming his history of bullying, his parents were called to take him home. He could just come back for exams—though given his grades, it hardly mattered.
Fang Yunhe was admitted to a good university. He had planned to tell his father he could work part-time while studying—after all, Fang Zhiyi’s small repair shop barely scraped by. But to his shock, Fang Zhiyi pulled out a black plastic bag filled with neatly stacked cash.
"I’ve saved up enough for your tuition. Study hard."
A thought crossed Fang Yunhe’s mind. "Dad… did you steal this?"
"Drop dead."
Following Fang Zhiyi’s advice, Fang Yunhe chose a university in another city, successfully avoiding Bai An'an.
After he left, Fang Zhiyi immediately closed his shop. A car pulled up smoothly as he waved, and half an hour later, he stood behind a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city.
An assistant approached from behind. "President Cheng and the others have arrived. They want to discuss the next investment direction."
Fang Zhiyi nodded and turned. The wall bore a sign: "Omniscient Consulting Co., Ltd."
"Also, the Bai family has reached out once, saying they have business needs."
"Reject them. No matter the price."
The assistant nodded. His boss was eccentric—rumor had it he’d started as a mechanic.
In the conference room, local entrepreneurs chatted, some even slamming tables in arguments. But the moment Fang Zhiyi entered, they all fell silent.
"Damn, a villain convention," Little Hei remarked.
Starting with sweet romance, only to face a flood of antagonists—it never expected Fang Zhiyi to side with the villains outright, even forming the "A-City Chamber of Commerce."
"My son’s grown up. From today on, I have time to deal with the Bai family." Fang Zhiyi surveyed the room of varied expressions. "The first condition is met. To unite these people, they need a common enemy—the Bai family, who’ve swallowed half of A City."
Fang Zhiyi smiled. The executives didn’t understand but mirrored his grin. Regardless, this man had saved them from disaster time and again. Soon, they realized Fang Zhiyi wasn’t just shrewd—his business tactics were ruthless. Gradually, a chamber formed under his leadership.
Money talks. Who cares who’s in charge?
Around the same time, Fang Yuntian, after countless rejections, finally found work. By chance, he picked up a brooch Bai An'an had dropped. Returning it earned her gratitude, and they talked for hours. Through her recommendation, he joined the Bai family’s company.
"Just wait, Fang Zhiyi. I’ll make you regret this." Fang Yuntian swore silently.
But what awaited him was a company under siege—bids sabotaged by traffic jams, office feng shui ruined by boiling water poured on the money tree, construction teams accidentally cutting cables… Small nuisances, but enough to drive them mad.
Four years later, Fang Yunhe chose to return to A City. Inspired by his father, he’d studied law, intending to take care of him. But the luxury car before him left him bewildered.
Instead, Fang Zhiyi opened a law firm for him. "Run it as you see fit."
Fang Yunhe barely recognized his father. He’d scrimped for four years, while his dad lived large?
"It’s time," Little Hei said suddenly.
Fang Zhiyi watched as the Bai family’s company building locked its doors. After four years of relentless pressure, they were exhausted, still clueless about who was targeting them.
Bai An'an comforted Elder Brother Bai as always.
She believed her good fortune would lift his spirits, though lately, even she felt something was off—as if luck had abandoned her. Then, abruptly, her mind blanked, a sharp pain lancing through her skull.
"An'an?" Elder Brother Bai caught her. "What’s wrong?"
Fang Zhiyi eyed the shimmering thing Little Hei spat out. "What is this?"
"Destiny’s favor—the halo that makes everyone adore you. Tastes better than that lousy system I ate last time."
Thanks to his close ties with Bai An'an, Fang Yuntian still worked for her even as the company crumbled. She promised to open a café with him, and he was scouting locations when a car pulled up beside him, the window rolling down.
"Well, if it isn’t my ex-son. Need a ride?"
Fang Yuntian stared at the face he’d hated for years, but the words stuck in his throat. How could this man live so well? He was just a gambling addict!
Reading his expression, Fang Zhiyi sighed. "Never mind. You probably can’t afford the fare anyway."
The car sped off, shattering Fang Yuntian’s composure.
That same day, he sought out Bai An'an. Just seeing her—his angel—made all his bitterness vanish.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
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."
