Fang Ruoruo found herself married off in a daze, settling into a life with a man who treated her with indifference—their relationship was little more than coexistence. Her husband worked at a construction site, and she followed him there. Meanwhile, Eldest Aunt’s family thrived, and in the family group chat, she had become the self-appointed leader, doling out parenting advice and life lessons with every breath. She even had criticisms to spare for Fang Ruoruo’s child.
Fang Ruoruo’s husband was a quiet man—perhaps that was what Eldest Aunt had initially liked about him. She often exploited him as free labor, all while sneering at him with undisguised contempt.
"Look at yourself, Ruoruo. Look at your Eldest Cousin, then look at you. I told you to study hard, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you’re stuck doing this kind of work."
"That daughter of yours… tsk, tsk. Just as disobedient as you were as a child."
"You’d better hurry up and have a son, or your man will find someone else sooner or later."
Fang Ruoruo, her husband, and their child were treated just as she had been years ago—shoved into the corner during family meals, her daughter watching the other children play with longing but not daring to join.
She remained a topic of discussion in the family, but only as a cautionary tale.
Then, when her daughter fell gravely ill, Fang Ruoruo remembered the house that was rightfully hers. She went to Eldest Aunt to reclaim it, only to be shoved back by her Eldest Cousin, who glared at her and snapped, "Your house? That’s mine! I’ve been paying you every month—it’s long been bought!"
Fang Ruoruo’s eyes widened. What payments? He had only sent her a token 1,000 yuan a month for a single year before stopping entirely. But she was too exhausted to fight anymore.
"Please… Yaya is in the hospital now. We need money—"
"Why come begging to us? Can’t you afford your own child’s treatment?" Eldest Aunt crossed her arms, her tone dripping with mockery.
Her mother, who had long since remarried and had a son with her new husband, only gave her a measly 2,000 yuan. "You’re a grown woman. You can’t keep relying on your mother, can you?"
Fang Ruoruo refused to give up on her daughter. It was this determination that finally made her husband snap. In a rare outburst, he smashed everything in their home, as if unleashing years of pent-up resentment, before coldly declaring, "We’re getting divorced," and walking out without a backward glance.
Staring at her daughter in the hospital bed, Fang Ruoruo couldn’t stop. She would sue for her house, work herself to the bone—she had to save her child.
When news of the lawsuit spread, the entire family turned against her, including Li Mei. Fang Ruoruo was crushed. What right did they have to judge her? What had she ever done wrong?
But just before the trial, exhausted and disoriented from lack of sleep, she fell from a height at work and never woke up.
Even in death, her relatives wouldn’t let her be. At her funeral, they pointed at her coffin and lectured the children, "Your cousin met such a tragic end because she was too selfish, too heartless toward her own family."
As for the little girl in the hospital, she passed away the next day.
After reading the story, Fang Zhiyi lowered his gaze.
"Little Hei, you know what?"
Little Hei looked at him.
"Being a parent… it’s not just about providing for your child."
Little Hei twitched. "You seem upset?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "Not upset. Just… a little angry."
The original Fang Zhiyi had left town after divorcing Li Mei, carrying the guilt of abandoning his daughter but never returning to see her. He drowned himself in work until he, too, died from overwork.
But he wasn’t the original Fang Zhiyi.
"There’s one more thing bothering me…"
"Hm?"
Before Fang Zhiyi could speak, Little Hei cut in with sudden realization, "You’ll die. It’s fate. You have no choice."
"You bastard."
"Old Fang! Daydreaming again?" The manager, his beer belly protruding, waddled over with a sleazy grin. "Still thinking about that cheating wife of yours?" His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, but no one laughed—this wasn’t a joke.
Fang Zhiyi looked up. Ah, perfect. A punching bag—the manager who had exploited the original Fang Zhiyi for years.
"What’s that look for? Did you finish the construction blueprints I asked for yesterday?" The manager faltered under his gaze.
Fang Zhiyi stood. "Finish your mother."
The fat manager froze. "What did you say?!"
"I said, finish your mother." Fang Zhiyi met his glare without flinching.
"You—!" The manager’s face flushed crimson. This spineless pushover had the audacity to curse at him in front of everyone? He raised his hand to strike, but Fang Zhiyi didn’t dodge—he simply blocked it.
A faint smile curled on Fang Zhiyi’s lips. "Everyone saw it. He threw the first punch."
"Are you rebelling?!" the manager screeched. Normally, a few slaps would send Fang Zhiyi back to work like a whipped dog. Had he lost his mind today? But before he could process it, a fist collided with his face.
The fight erupted so suddenly that everyone froze.
"Withholding bonuses, huh? Dumping your work on others, then taking credit when it’s done and blaming them when it’s not?"
"Ask someone if they’re terminally ill when they take sick leave?"
"Unpaid overtime? If you love overtime so much, why don’t you do it yourself?"
"I also saw you groping that intern’s ass. Bet you didn’t expect that, huh?"
Every accusation was punctuated with a slap.
The colleagues stood stunned, but as Fang Zhiyi’s words sank in, their expressions shifted to shared fury.
"Hit him!"
"Beat him to death!"
(Not literally, of course.) The commotion drew the Shopkeeper out of his office—just in time for Fang Zhiyi to deliver the final blow:
"Oh, and I know about you spitting in the Shopkeeper’s goji berry tea. And how you secretly wrote down the address of his mistress’s place. What, planning a coup?"
The Shopkeeper, about to intervene, paused, his sharp eyes locking onto the cowering manager.
"H-how do you know that?!" The manager, dazed from the beating, blurted out the worst possible response.
Fang Zhiyi "noticed" the Shopkeeper just then and quickly stepped aside, feigning righteousness. "How do I know? Weren’t you the one bragging about it? Said you’d use the Shopkeeper’s secrets to jump ship? Falsifying documents—wasn’t that your idea?"
The manager paled. How did Fang Zhiyi know all this? Worse, the Shopkeeper was standing right there.
"Shopkeeper, don’t listen to him! I never—"
The Shopkeeper raised a hand. "Enough. Fighting in the workplace is unacceptable. Deal with him accordingly." He had no reason to doubt Fang Zhiyi—this employee had always been meek and punctual, never a single late arrival in years. And there was no way he could’ve known those secrets otherwise.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?
