Fang Zhiyi didn’t turn around. He could hear the tremor in Fang Zhaodi’s voice.
This should be enough, right?
He walked back to Huang Minhao, bent down, and grabbed his arm. Under Huang Minhao’s terrified gaze, he forcibly reset the dislocated limb. The agony was so intense that Huang Minhao passed out without even making a sound.
Old Man Huang had scrambled to his feet by then. Seeing his wife beaten, he wanted to step forward but hesitated, intimidated by Fang Zhiyi standing nearby.
It was Fang Zhiyi who approached instead, gently restraining his sister.
“Sis, you can’t keep hitting them.”
Fang Zhaodi gradually calmed down.
“You can get out now,” Fang Zhiyi said, glancing back at Old Man Huang.
To his surprise, the old man’s eyes flickered with gratitude. He spared only a glance at his groaning wife on the ground before bolting toward the gate without looking back.
“He’s running away!” Fang Zhaodi panicked. If the Huangs reported this to the authorities, her brother would be in trouble!
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. “Let him go.” He pulled his sister into the house, pointing at the door. “Lock it tight tonight. Better yet, barricade it.” Then he gestured toward the bedside. “Keep something handy here, within reach.”
Like a tour guide, he led Fang Zhaodi through the Huang residence, instructing her on how to secure every corner.
“Got it?”
Fang Zhaodi was frantic. “Yes! Little brother, you need to leave now!” Just moments ago, the Huang mother and son had also fled.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head again. “No rush. Ever heard the story of ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’?”
Fang Zhaodi nodded.
“Even on the fourth time, help still comes—but it won’t be on their side.” He clapped his hands. “Remember when we were kids? You used to say you’d take the blame for me, right?”
Fang Zhaodi thought back. It was true. Fang Zhiyi had caused plenty of trouble as a child, and she’d always shielded him, enduring their parents’ beatings as a result. Eventually, he’d even started pinning his own misdeeds on her.
But now, realization dawned on her.
When the patrol officers arrived for the fourth time, visibly annoyed, the three Huangs stood at the gate, pointing at Fang Zhiyi. “It’s him! He broke into our house, held us captive, and—and broke my son’s arm!”
The officer turned to look, only to see Huang Minhao casually rubbing his face.
“Didn’t I tell you folks we’re busy?”
“It’s true! Look at my face! And my son’s injuries!” Old Madam Huang hopped in frustration. The officer scrutinized their wounds, then fixed a stern gaze on Fang Zhiyi.
But they hadn’t expected Fang Zhaodi to step forward.
“I’m the one who hurt them,” she said, her voice trembling but growing steadier. “I beat that beast with a stick. I slapped my mother-in-law’s face because she tried to hit me—and my brother.”
Gasps rippled through the gathered villagers.
“Lies! It was your brother! I’ll make him rot in jail! Pay compensation!” Huang Minhao shouted.
“Jail? Compensation?” Fang Zhaodi glanced at Fang Zhiyi, drawing strength from his encouraging look. She stepped forward, rolling up her sleeves to reveal the scars.
“What about when you hit me? Should you go to jail too? Pay me back?”
The crowd erupted.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t known about Fang Zhaodi’s abuse—but hearing about it and seeing the scars were two different things.
Whispers spread like wildfire, and with the Huangs’ notorious reputation, the accusations grew louder.
“Shut up! None of your damn business!” Old Madam Huang screeched, her face twisted. “Officer, arrest him! No—arrest both of them! They’re in this together!”
The officer adjusted his cap. “Like you said, it’s a family matter. Not my place to interfere.”
Fang Zhiyi mentally gave the man a thumbs-up.
The officer turned to him. “Still, even if your sister lives here, you can’t just camp out in someone else’s home.” He eyed the Huangs. “Why don’t you take your sister back for a few days? Let everyone cool off.”
Fang Zhaodi froze. Go home? Did she even have one? What would her parents say?
The Huangs protested wildly. “No! What kind of officer are you? Letting them go?”
Old Madam Huang launched into a tirade about their suffering, but no one believed her. Mockery drowned her out, especially from the village women who’d long despised her.
Fang Zhiyi coughed politely. “My apologies, Officer. I was just worried about my sister. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I’ll leave now.”
The officer nodded approvingly, then glared at the Huangs. “You folks are always stirring up drama!”
Cowed by authority, even Old Madam Huang fell silent when her son yanked her sleeve.
“Relax. Once that lunatic’s gone, that bitch won’t be hard to handle.”
The old woman brightened at the thought and changed her tune.
With the officer gone and the villagers dispersing, Old Man Huang’s face darkened with humiliation. How could he show his face in public after this?
At least Fang Zhiyi was leaving. Old Madam Huang stormed into the courtyard, barking orders—lock the gate, fetch a rod for “discipline.” But Fang Zhaodi had barricaded herself inside.
Huang Minhao pounded on the door, met with silence.
“You think hiding will save you? You think he came to help? Ha! He just wanted money! You Fang leeches! Open this door! I’ll skin you alive—”
The door flew open. Something smashed into Huang Minhao’s face before he could react. White-hot pain exploded across his features.
Fang Zhaodi stared blankly at the brick in her hand. Fang Zhiyi had told her to keep it under the pillow. Who knew it’d work so well?
Huang Minhao crumpled, clutching his face. Old Madam Huang lunged, only to freeze when Fang Zhaodi brandished a cleaver. The glint of steel gave her pause—just long enough for a stinging slap to land on her already-swollen cheek. Her howl pierced the air.
Old Man Huang stood paralyzed. He’d always been a bystander, reveling in his daughter-in-law’s suffering. Now, he was useless again, stuck between advancing and retreating.
“From today onward,” Fang Zhaodi declared, each word deliberate, “I run this house.”
“You damn whore—” Huang Minhao staggered up, blood gushing from his nose. Then his face met another blow—this time, he recognized the sole of a shoe.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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."
