But this was her own college admission letter!
Fang Ruoruo was momentarily torn. If only her aunt were here—her aunt often scolded her, saying she was too soft-hearted. But she just couldn’t be as tough as her aunt...
In that brief moment of hesitation, Xu Jiayuan snatched the admission letter from her hands, while Li Mei stepped forward to hold her back. "Ruoruo, be a good girl and help your cousin out. If it really doesn’t work out, you can just retake the exams next year," she said, pausing before adding, "Besides, your father has money now."
She had no idea what Fang Zhiyi had been up to, but she’d run into him a few times on the street. He’d been driving a car with Fang Ruoruo in the passenger seat, looking every bit the wealthy businessman. The sight had left her feeling bitter.
She didn’t know whether it was regret or resentment, but why did Fang Zhiyi, now so well-off, still insist on demanding child support from her every month?
"Hmph, with all that money, who knows what shady business he’s involved in," Li Xue sneered, still clutching the admission letter, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"You—" Fang Ruoruo was furious, but when she glanced at her mother standing nearby, she swallowed her words. Originally, she’d planned to spend the day with her mother, but the sudden turn of events had left her unsettled.
Fang Ruoruo hurried away—she needed to find her father.
That spot was hers, and she wasn’t giving it up for anyone!
Fang Zhiyi had just finished delegating procurement tasks to his subordinates when Fang Ruoruo rushed in, her eyes red. Fang Yu, who’d been flipping through order forms nearby, looked up.
"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" Fang Yu was always far more attentive to Fang Ruoruo than Fang Zhiyi.
"Stop crying!" Her voice was sharp, making Fang Ruoruo flinch. Fang Yu seemed to realize this and softened her tone. "What happened? Who upset you? Tell me, and I’ll go deal with them!"
Between Fang Ruoruo’s fragmented explanations, the two of them pieced together the story. Fang Yu slammed her hand on the table. "That damn woman! Her son’s a good-for-nothing, so she steals our girl’s admission letter? She’s got a death wish!"
But Fang Zhiyi merely spoke calmly. "Sit down."
"Fang Zhiyi, are you losing it again? Her own mother won’t stand up for her, but her father just sits there doing nothing? I can’t take this!" Fang Yu looked ready to punch Fang Zhiyi first.
Fang Zhiyi waved her off. "No need to rush. Just wait a little longer."
"You—!"
Fang Zhiyi turned to Fang Ruoruo. "Ruoruo, you said your aunt told you not to worry, that they had their own connections, right?"
Fang Ruoruo nodded.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. From the start, he’d been scrutinizing every detail for loopholes—and he’d found one. In the original scenario, a boy taking a girl’s place to enroll? That would require an enormous price.
The only ones who could pull this off were Li Xue and her husband.
"Assault is illegal," Fang Zhiyi said evenly. "When things like this happen, don’t panic. Wait for the right moment."
"I really don’t get you these days. What’s with all the acting?" Fang Yu paced back and forth.
"Just trust me on this. Ruoruo, do you believe in your dad?"
Fang Ruoruo bit her lip and nodded.
"Good. Then wait. What’s yours can’t be taken by anyone."
Summer passed in the blink of an eye, and the enrollment process for every school was completed. Fang Ruoruo grew more anxious with each passing day, and Fang Yu was even more restless. Yet Fang Zhiyi remained unshaken, as if everything was under control.
Fang Yu couldn’t actually hit him—after all, he was technically her boss now.
A week before the semester began, rumors began circulating among parents: a top city high school had admitted a student under false pretenses! The news reached the vice principal’s ears, but he wasn’t concerned. This kind of thing happened every year—probably just some disgruntled parent complaining. It would blow over soon.
Still, it reminded him. The vice principal flipped through his files, pulled out a document with a girl’s photo, crumpled it, and tossed it into the trash.
Just as he lit a cigarette to burn the evidence, his phone rang.
By the time he hung up, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, and his face had gone pale.
He stared at the crumpled paper in the trash, bewildered, when another call came in.
This time, the person on the other end unleashed a furious tirade. The vice principal felt his entire body go numb. Trembling, he turned on the TV—just in time to catch breaking news. Someone had gathered evidence and exposed the student impersonation scandal.
Within a single day, the public, the media, and the authorities had all taken notice. There was no way this wasn’t orchestrated!
But finding out who was behind it was no longer the issue.
Because now, his door was being knocked on.
"Please come with us."
Fang Yu was just about to unleash her pent-up rage at Fang Zhiyi when several people walked in. They took Fang Ruoruo’s hands, offering apologies and reassurances. It took Fang Yu a while to understand—these were teachers from the school, here to personally rectify Fang Ruoruo’s enrollment.
For a moment, Fang Yu was at a loss. Thankfully, Fang Zhiyi stepped in, handling everything with calm composure. Watching him, Fang Yu felt dazed. This wasn’t the useless older brother she remembered—not at all. Had his time away been a front? Had he actually been climbing the ranks somewhere?
That night, Fang Zhiyi looked at Fang Yu, still in shock, and Fang Ruoruo, equally stunned.
"Remember, timing is everything in situations like this. Pull the line too soon, and the fish gets away. Wait too long, and it slips free. Only when the moment is just right do you reap the greatest reward."
Neither of them fully understood, but they nodded earnestly.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Li Xue’s home was grim.
"What do you mean he’s been arrested and the money’s gone? How is our son supposed to enroll now?"
Xu Li took a drag of his cigarette. "How was I supposed to know he’d get caught? Didn’t you see the news? Some parent probably reported it!"
"Reported it?" Li Xue’s eyes narrowed as she turned to Li Mei. "Was it that little girl?"
Li Mei flinched, waving her hands frantically. "No way, you know Ruoruo—she’d never do something like that."
Li Xue considered it. Fang Ruoruo was too spineless to dare report anything. And she cared too much about her mother to risk crossing Li Xue. That ruled her out. Was it Fang Zhiyi or Fang Yu? Unlikely. Fang Zhiyi was busy with his business and barely paid attention to his daughter. Fang Yu? That shrew wasn’t smart enough.
Wait—when she’d taken Fang Ruoruo’s admission letter, she’d braced for Fang Yu to come kicking up a fuss. But she never showed up! That had to be it—it was that damn woman!
Li Xue nearly jumped to her feet. "Let’s go! We’re settling this with Fang Yu!"
Li Mei hesitated, but for her sister’s sake, she stood up, her face still wearing that same ingratiating smile.
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.
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?!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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!
