"Listen here, you Li bitch," Fang Yu spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Don’t think the Fang family is extinct. I know I’m no saint, but from now on, if you dare lay a finger on Ruoruo again, I’ll fucking end you!"
With that, Fang Yu strode away, leaving Li Mei clutching her stinging cheek in stunned silence.
Some time later, Fang Ruoruo learned that her mother had remarried—apparently because her aunt and grandmother had grown tired of her living at home and hastily arranged a match. So Li Mei had been married off.
Fang Zhiyi delivered the news with detached calm. "Want to go? I’ll take you if you do."
Fang Ruoruo shook her head. Since that day, she’d begun reflecting on her past. With her father and aunt’s guidance, she’d moved on quickly.
One of her aunt’s sayings had particularly stuck with her: "When someone who hurt you apologizes, don’t soften. They should suffer just as much as you did—no, even more. That’s the only real apology."
Her classmates noticed the change in Fang Ruoruo too. Once soft-spoken and reserved, she now carried herself with newfound confidence, her demeanor bright and outgoing.
Meanwhile, Xu Jiaqing had devolved into a full-blown delinquent, parading around with a gang of kids sporting rainbow-colored hair. Xu Jiayuan, though enrolled in a lousy high school, had no interest in studying and eventually dropped out.
Li Xue and her husband shifted their focus to their youngest son, Xu Jiawei.
Fang Ruoruo still kept in touch with her mother, though their relationship wasn’t as close as before. During holidays, she’d visit her grandmother’s house with gifts, enduring her aunt’s passive-aggressive remarks with a shrug. Her father had taught her well—getting angry at such people was a waste of life.
Fang Ruoruo excelled in her studies and was accepted into university.
To celebrate, Fang Yu booked a lavish banquet at the city’s finest restaurant, even extending an invitation to the Li family.
The Lis showed up with a "free meal is a free meal" attitude—some offered hollow compliments, others sneered, and a few couldn’t hide their envy. Fang Zhiyi watched it all with cold amusement.
Li Mei sat at the edge of the room with her new husband and child, her heart aching as she gazed at her radiant daughter. Regret gnawed at her, and Li Xue’s snide remark only twisted the knife.
"Look at them, splurging like it’s nothing. Tch. And you? You insisted on divorcing back then. Bet you regret it now, huh? Pity Fang Zhiyi never remarried. No way he’d hand his business over to that little girl, right?"
Li Mei noticed her husband’s darkening expression and silently lowered her head to her meal.
When Fang Ruoruo left for university in another city, Fang Yu couldn’t rest easy. She fabricated an excuse to follow, claiming it was for business expansion—but really, she just wanted to protect Ruoruo from being bullied.
Fang Zhiyi, meanwhile, threw himself into his work. The Li family tried to approach him several times, but he always managed to evade them.
By the time Fang Ruoruo graduated, she wanted to return and help her father. Fang Zhiyi agreed without hesitation, even transferring the entire company to her name and giving Fang Yu nearly half the shares.
The move left both women stunned.
Fang Zhiyi just laughed. "I’ve worked hard for decades—time to retire!"
He wanted to spend more time with his daughter, playing the role of her advisor.
"Tomorrow, you’ll die," Little Hei warned.
Fang Zhiyi scoffed. "Bullshit. I just had a full checkup yesterday—perfect health."
"The original plot had you dying from specific conditions. Things are different now."
The next day, Fang Zhiyi stepped out cautiously, dodging a falling flowerpot and a snapped power line. He smirked. "Fighting people is nothing compared to outwitting fate."
"Above you," Little Hei said.
Fang Zhiyi looked up. Dark clouds churned overhead, thunder rumbling ominously.
He cursed under his breath. Screw it—if heaven wanted him dead, so be it. After a lifetime of battles, wasn’t he entitled to enjoy himself before dying?
Then he saw her.
Fang Ruoruo spotted him and broke into a grin, sprinting toward him.
"Damn it, of all the luck!" Fang Zhiyi saw Death’s hand reaching for him, but he had no choice. He lunged forward, shoving Ruoruo out of the way—just as a car slammed into him, sending him flying.
The drunk driver stumbled out, bewildered. "The hell… speed bump?" Then he saw the scene before him and froze.
The driver was arrested for DUI, and Fang Zhiyi was rushed to the ER.
Outside, Fang Ruoruo wept uncontrollably while Fang Yu paced like a caged animal.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t make it. But as the doctors wheeled him out, they handed Ruoruo a note—one he’d prepared in his final moments. He always had a backup plan.
"Fate’s a bitch. Not your fault. Mwah." He’d even doodled a smiley face.
Fang Ruoruo’s wails tore through the hallway. Fang Yu stood pale and trembling, her lips moving in silent fury.
"So… that’s it?" Fang Zhiyi stared at his own corpse.
Little Hei nodded. "What happens next is beyond your control."
"That’s some dirty trick, using my kid as bait when it couldn’t kill me straight up. Classy." Fang Zhiyi seethed.
"Ruoruo wouldn’t have died even if you hadn’t acted," Little Hei pointed out.
"You willing to bet on that? Oh right—you’ve never been a father. Couldn’t be one either." Fang Zhiyi exhaled sharply. Then, after a pause, he grinned. "Hey, how about you eat that thing?" He jabbed a finger skyward.
Little Hei considered it. "Risky."
"Live a little."
"…Worth a try?"
News of Fang Zhiyi’s death and Fang Yu’s collapse spread fast. Mourners arrived in droves—including the insincere Li family.
To them, Fang Ruoruo was now a vulnerable lamb, ripe for the taking. Especially with all those assets in her name.
After the funeral, Fang Ruoruo returned home, her heart hollow.
She remembered this house—her father had bought it just for her. "When you get married," he’d said, "you’ll have your own place. No one can push you around."
But before she could even settle in, the doorbell rang.
She opened it and immediately frowned. Aunt Li Xue and her family stood outside.
"Auntie," Fang Ruoruo greeted, polite but cold.
"Oh, sweetheart, I was so worried about you!" Li Xue barged in without invitation. "After what happened to your father, I couldn’t let you wallow alone."
Xu Jiaqing slouched behind her, eyes roaming greedily over the interior. Xu Jiayuan barely glanced up from his phone, while Li Xue’s husband plopped onto the couch and lit a cigarette.
"I’m fine, Auntie. You didn’t need to come," Fang Ruoruo said flatly.
Li Xue forced a laugh. "We’re family, Ruoruo! You know I’ve always cared for you." Her gaze swept the room. "This place is huge—bigger than our house back in the village. Tsk tsk."
Her eyes gleamed with naked hunger.
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] [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!"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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.
