The village doctor urged them to send Old Madam Huang to the county hospital immediately, but Huang Minhao found it too troublesome. Instead, he carried her home and dumped her on the bed, planning to wait until morning.
To his shock, the next day, he discovered his mother had become paralyzed.
When the doctor arrived, the diagnosis was clear: the shock had triggered a latent illness, and she would likely never walk again.
Fang Zhaodi politely paid the doctor and saw him out, then turned to assign tasks.
Old Man Huang, who had always lived leisurely, now took over his wife’s chores—and he and Huang Minhao would have to care for the paralyzed woman together.
Yet life in the Huang household remained bleak. Huang Minhao was beaten almost every other day, his body covered in fresh wounds atop old ones. He grew increasingly neurotic and even reported the abuse to the authorities.
But when he heard the same words he had once used to threaten his wife, his blood ran cold.
"Domestic disputes should be resolved through discussion. If that fails, divorce is always an option."
Now, even if he wanted a divorce, Fang Zhaodi refused. She had taken complete control of the Huang family, and even Old Man Huang obeyed her every word.
Huang Minhao was consumed by fear and despair.
What had he done to deserve this? Heaven had no eyes!
He even considered desperate measures, but lacked the courage to act. Then, after another "lesson," Fang Zhaodi suddenly asked if he wanted a divorce.
Huang Minhao nodded frantically.
Fang Zhaodi laid out her demands, even drafting an agreement herself. Seeing the amount she demanded, Huang Minhao felt his heart bleed.
But when she reached for the stick again, he signed and stamped the paper without hesitation.
Fang Zhaodi left with her belongings.
Huang Minhao nearly wept with relief, unaware that worse days lay ahead. With a paralyzed mother, an indifferent father, and most of their wealth gone, his despair deepened when he learned Fang Zhaodi had mortgaged his fishpond—claiming it was for Old Madam Huang’s treatment.
Watching the loan company repossess the pond, Huang Minhao was stunned.
Fang Zhaodi had left in a hurry because Fang Zhiyi claimed to be in trouble and needed money. Having lost all attachment to the Huangs and tired of the endless violence, she followed her brother’s plan and took most of the family’s wealth to the city.
"Sis, you’re finally here!" Fang Zhiyi rubbed his hands eagerly.
Fang Zhaodi frowned at her unreliable brother. She wasn’t the same person anymore—she had grown a spine.
"What did you do this time? Gambling? Or did you hurt someone?"
Fang Zhiyi just grinned and pulled her toward a building behind him.
Fang Zhaodi hesitated. The building looked like a school.
With shameless familiarity, Fang Zhiyi slung an arm around her shoulders. "I may be useless, but I’ve got good instincts. Get a license, open a law firm—there’ll be no shortage of lawsuits in the future..."
A school? Fang Zhaodi shrank back.
She hadn’t heard that word in years.
"But first, we’ve got something to do." Fang Zhiyi pulled out a booklet.
"What is it?"
"Change your name."
Fang Zhaodi never imagined she’d escape the name that shackled her to family duty. Her brother gave her a new one: Fang Nuan.
Under Fang Zhiyi’s smooth talk, Fang Zhaodi—no, Fang Nuan—paid the fees and muddled her way into starting school.
But Fang Zhiyi was shocked to discover his sister was pregnant. The timing checked out.
He ranted for an hour, but Fang Nuan remained calm. She’d thought her weight gain was just from eating and sleeping well. Now, touching her belly, she resolved to raise the child alone.
While the siblings busied themselves, Huang Minhao took action.
He couldn’t stand the stench of Old Madam Huang or the thought of a destitute future. Drunk and desperate, he stormed to the Fang household for answers.
The Fang parents were already frantic over their son’s sudden disappearance. They scowled at Huang Minhao until they learned Fang Zhaodi had left with the money—then their eyes lit up.
But before they could scheme further, Huang Minhao, realizing Fang Zhiyi wasn’t home, unleashed his pent-up rage.
A brawl broke out. Though outnumbered two-to-one, the elderly Fangs only managed a draw against the limping drunk.
The commotion drew the police, and both sides were hauled in for questioning.
Huang Minhao insisted the Fangs had taken subsidies meant for his parents, but the old couple denied it—until they heard their son was involved. Then they clammed up.
Still, they refused to give Huang Minhao a single cent.
From then on, the Huangs and Fangs were sworn enemies. Huang Minhao, often drunk, would demand money, and the Fangs steadfastly refused. Over time, both families became laughingstocks.
Far away, Fang Zhiyi and Fang Nuan knew nothing of this. Fang Zhiyi marveled at his sister’s talent—sharp-minded even while pregnant, she kept pace effortlessly.
Fang Nuan gave birth to a boy, renaming him Fang Xiangyang.
Fang Zhiyi stared at his nephew, fighting the urge to strangle him.
Well, the kid was young. Away from that toxic environment, he could still be taught.
After Fang Nuan graduated, Fang Zhiyi embraced his dream life: mooching off his sister.
Fang Nuan used his money to open a law firm, while Fang Zhiyi babysat Fang Xiangyang, loafed around, and occasionally "accidentally" found her clients.
Old Madam Huang, neglected and uncared for, died early. Old Man Huang and his son grew even more hostile, and Huang Minhao spiraled into alcoholism, drowning his misery in liquor before staggering to the Fangs’ to make a scene.
Years of this wore the Fang parents down.
Then, one day, they all saw the news on TV.
The woman’s face, polished and poised, was both unfamiliar and eerily familiar.
She spoke of her past—ignored, exploited, sold like chattel, trapped in the mud.
"I believe only by becoming strong can we fight injustice."
"Do you hate your family?"
Fang Nuan shook her head. "I have no family... Well, except my brother. Without him, I’d still be in that hell—or dead."
The Fang parents’ expressions twisted with emotion.
Across town, Huang Minhao’s face darkened with greed.
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."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
