Fang Ruoruo nodded: "I washed them very clean, don't worry, Auntie."
Fang Yu forced a smile: "Good, good. You put them away first, I'll wash them."
Fang Ruoruo carried the plates toward the kitchen.
"Fang Zhiyi! You worthless piece of trash!"
Fang Zhiyi felt his eardrums might burst: "What?!"
"Your daughter is slaving away in someone else's home, and you just sit there like a lump?!"
"Auntie, what's wrong?" A flustered Fang Ruoruo came running back, her face full of tension.
Seeing her, Fang Yu immediately swallowed her anger: "It's nothing, I was just talking with your dad. Go play for a while, sweetheart."
Fang Ruoruo glanced at her father, who waved her off, so she lowered her head and walked away.
"You think I want this? The custody battle is lost—what else can I do? If they make her wash dishes, should I sue them for abuse?"
"I'm going to tear that bitch's mouth apart!" Fang Yu fumed, pacing in circles. "And your wife—pah! That brain-dead woman!"
"Save your breath. Just give me more time. I have things to handle. When Ruoruo grows up, things will change."
"What could you possibly—"
"Auntie, I finished washing the bowls. Where should I put them?"
Fang Yu turned, her face red with suppressed rage twisting into a strained smile: "Anywhere you like, sweetheart."
"Auntie, why is your face so red?"
"I'm happy. I'm happy you're here." Fang Yu exhaled deeply. "Come visit me every week from now on, okay?"
Fang Ruoruo looked at her father, but Fang Yu turned her face back. "Don't look at him."
Fang Ruoruo nodded.
Fang Zhiyi smirked. A girl ought to be fierce—it kept her from being bullied. His sister might not be a saint, but at least she knew her place as "Auntie."
"Do they think the Fang family has no backbone? How dare the Li family push us around like this?" Fang Yu gnashed her teeth.
The Xu brothers, Jiaqing and Jiayuan, had been feeling more at ease lately—the homework bandit had disappeared. But their lies were exposed, and rumors about them spread through the school, even becoming a joke among classmates.
Just when they and Li Xue thought it was over, the bandit struck again—ambushing them, tearing up their homework, and vanishing, this time even taking the shredded pages. The Xu brothers were devastated.
When questioned by their teacher, they opened their mouths to explain but remembered their past humiliation. Defiantly, they jutted their chins: "We didn't do it!"
The teacher was furious. "You didn't do it, yet you act so proud?"
Both were punished.
From then on, the homework bandit struck intermittently. Xu Jiaqing eventually devised a solution: actually not doing the work. If no one believed him anyway—not his teachers, parents, or classmates—why bother?
On the day they paid "protection money," Xu Jiaqing proposed joining the bullies, even stealing Li Xue's money to "offer tribute."
Younger brother Xu Jiayuan also grew disillusioned with school, though he lacked his brother's boldness—he just zoned out in class, lost in thought.
Their odd behavior drew attention from school and family. Unsurprisingly, Li Xue failed to intervene this time either. Xu Li hung both sons up and beat them mercilessly, leaving Fang Ruoruo wide-eyed in shock while neighbors gathered to watch.
Li Mei stepped in to mediate, but Li Xue snapped at her within seconds.
"Who asked for your fake sympathy? Can't even handle your own mess, yet you come to laugh at mine?"
Li Mei looked stunned. "Elder Sister, I—I wasn’t..."
"Just seeing you two makes me sick!" Li Xue vented her rage on Li Mei and her daughter.
"Don’t yell at my mom!" Fang Ruoruo stood up. Li Xue glared, but Li Mei reacted faster, yanking her daughter back. "How dare you talk back to your aunt? Behave!"
Fang Ruoruo stared at her mother’s furious, humiliated face, speechless.
Outside, Fang Zhiyi and Fang Yu arrived right on schedule. Seeing Fang Ruoruo’s arm gripped by Li Mei, Fang Yu lunged forward, even more incensed than Fang Zhiyi. She wrenched them apart. "Are you insane? What kind of mother are you? Trying to strangle your own daughter? You—" She glanced at Fang Ruoruo and swallowed the rest.
Fang Zhiyi understood completely. Though Fang Yu hadn’t appeared in the original plot, he knew from memory that if she unleashed her full fury, ten Li Meis wouldn’t stand a chance.
"Auntie..."
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi smirked at the two dangling boys. "What’s this? Slaughtering pigs out of season?"
"Fang, what are you doing here? I’ll sue you for trespassing!" Li Xue snarled.
"We’re here to audit the books. Just an audit."
"Audit my ass!" Li Xue spat. Fang Zhiyi’s expression darkened. "Not yours—my child support records. If I find even a penny missing from Ruoruo’s expenses, I’ll drag you to court every single day."
The room fell silent.
"Hand over the ledger." Fang Zhiyi reached toward Li Mei, who hesitated, unprepared for his demand. After a long delay, she produced a notebook—just a school exercise book.
Before Fang Zhiyi could take it, Fang Yu snatched it away.
"Wow, a hundred bucks for one meal? Ruoruo, I never knew you could eat a whole pork leg by yourself!"
Fang Ruoruo hung her head.
"Oh-ho! What’s this? New clothes? Ruoruo, let me see these fancy outfits." Fang Yu’s eyes darted toward Li Xue. "Or was this money spent feeding pigs?"
"You—!" Li Xue lunged, but Fang Yu was ready. She’d come looking for a fight, and Li Xue paid the price instantly.
Xu Li finally snapped out of his daze and moved to intervene, but Fang Zhiyi blocked him.
Picking up a brick, Fang Zhiyi split it with one chop. "Think carefully. If you throw the first punch, my retaliation is self-defense."
As for the other relatives, Fang Zhiyi knew they were just a mob of cowards—no chance they’d unite against him.
Only when the old lady shrieked about calling the police did Fang Yu finally relent. Li Xue howled, rolling on the floor in a tantrum, a sight so absurd Fang Yu couldn’t help laughing. She stepped back, flicked her wrist, and spat.
"Fang Zhiyi, take your sister and daughter and get out of my house." The stone-faced ex-mother-in-law finally spoke. Fang Zhiyi almost chuckled—this old woman had watched her daughter get beaten without lifting a finger. How pragmatic.
"I’d love to, but she won’t let me." He pointed at Li Mei, who stayed silent.
Suddenly, Li Xue sat up, shrieking: "Out! All of you out!" She jabbed a finger at the easiest target—Li Mei. "You too! Get out of my house!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
