Fang Ruoruo felt somewhat uncomfortable, especially with the smell of cigarette smoke from her uncle’s hand.
“This place is so big, and you’re living here all alone. It feels so empty... Ah, your dad—after working so hard all these years, just gone like that...” The words struck a chord deep in Fang Ruoruo’s heart.
Her eyes reddened.
Though her father had always been busy, his care for her had been ever-present.
Just as she was about to speak, the door was knocked again.
Opening it, she saw Li Mei standing at the doorstep.
“Mom...” Fang Ruoruo looked at Li Mei, who hadn’t been doing well these years—her hair had grown whiter.
“Ah, I came to check on you. Oh, elder sister!” Li Mei’s eyes lit up when she saw her aunt, who immediately stood up like the lady of the house. “You’re here? Come in, come in, have a seat.”
As they chatted about their families, Fang Ruoruo’s head felt heavy. She hadn’t been resting well these past few days. She wanted to ask them to leave, but they had come to see her.
“I’m a bit tired,” Fang Ruoruo said.
Li Mei quickly stood up. “Then go rest. Your aunt and I will be here. If you need anything, just say the word.”
Fang Ruoruo glanced at Li Mei and nodded.
When she woke up, she felt much better. Suddenly remembering her aunt’s family, she hurried out—only to freeze at the sight of the living room cluttered with bags and luggage.
“What’s this...?”
Li Mei, who was helping unpack, turned at the sound of her voice. “Ruoruo, you’re awake? I made some porridge for you. Go have some while I help your aunt settle in.”
“Settle in?” Fang Ruoruo was confused.
“Yes. Your aunt told me your cousin is getting married, but the bride’s family insists on a proper house. Since you have this big place, I took the liberty of agreeing for you.”
“What?”
Li Mei pulled her aside. “Don’t be stingy. They’re just borrowing it for the wedding. They’ll return it afterward.”
Fang Ruoruo stared at her mother, the warmth between them fading again.
“We’re all family.”
Her aunt walked out, shaking out a bedsheet—she had already picked a room and was making the bed!
“You stayed at my place when you were little. So much time has passed. Ruoruo, you wouldn’t forget that kindness, would you?”
As Fang Ruoruo watched her unpack, her heart pounded faster.
“Back then, your mom needed money urgently, and your dad didn’t have any. I was the one who helped her out,” her aunt began recounting old debts.
“Dad paid that back long ago,” Fang Ruoruo said firmly.
“Oh? Paid back? That’s it? That was life-saving money for your mom! That’s called a debt of gratitude, understand?” Her aunt glared sideways.
Li Mei chimed in, “Yes, don’t calculate things so clearly among family. It ruins the bond.”
“Get out.”
“What?” Li Mei didn’t catch it.
“I said, all of you—get out!” Fang Ruoruo suddenly roared, startling even Xu Jiayuan, who had been playing with his phone.
“How dare you speak like that? We came here out of goodwill to keep you company, and you’re kicking us out over lending a house?” Her aunt was the first to react. “Ungrateful child! You ate and lived under my roof as a child, and now you won’t even help?”
Li Mei’s face turned cold. “Ruoruo, apologize!”
Fang Ruoruo tried to steady her breathing.
“Now that you’re well-off, you look down on poor relatives? Just like your dad. He’s the one who spoiled you,” her aunt continued, while Xu Jiaqing eyed her with hostility.
Li Mei added, “Ruoruo, if you still acknowledge me as your mother, apologize to your aunt’s family!”
“No!” Fang Ruoruo turned and left, her mind in chaos.
She ran all the way to the hospital. Fang Yu, lying in bed with a frown, brightened upon seeing her. “Quick, Ruoruo, get me a lighter. I’ve searched everywhere—no fire. I’m dying here.”
Seeing her aunt like this eased some of Fang Ruoruo’s gloom.
“Aunt, no smoking in the hospital.”
“If I don’t smoke, I’ll smoke you!” Fang Yu retorted bluntly. “I told them I didn’t need hospitalization, but they forced me here for IVs. What’s wrong with you?” She noticed Fang Ruoruo’s distress.
“I...” Fang Ruoruo took a deep breath and explained what had happened at home. “I just needed to cool off. Don’t worry, Aunt, I’ll handle it. They won’t take advantage of me!” She even clenched her fist.
To her surprise, Fang Yu looked enlightened and pulled out a notebook. “That deadbeat dad of yours had some tricks up his sleeve.”
Confused, Fang Ruoruo took it and opened it.
“He gave this to me before he passed, saying if you ever had trouble related to the house, I should show it to you.”
Fang Ruoruo stared blankly at the words on the page.
“Wait for the right moment, strike decisively.” A key was tucked beside it, with an address written underneath.
Fang Yu leaned in with effort. “‘Wait for the right moment’? What kind of riddle is this at a time like this? Wait for the right moment... Does he mean after your aunt’s family moves in, I should burn the place down?”
“Aunt, that’s way too extreme.” Fang Ruoruo’s dark mood lifted at her aunt’s words.
Then she remembered an incident from her high school days.
“Wait for the right moment...”
She flipped further and found neatly folded documents. Unfolding them, she was stunned.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi, hovering invisibly in the air, grew tense. Success or failure hinged on this girl. Though she could act herself, it wouldn’t be as effective as her own plan.
“Aunt, let’s go to the new home,” Fang Ruoruo said, picking up the key.
Fang Yu was puzzled.
“Not arson? Then... poison?”
Li Xue was delighted. After Fang Ruoruo stormed off, she never returned, and Li Mei, speaking on her behalf, assured her she could stay without worry. The gesture brought the two sisters closer.
“That child was corrupted by her father and aunt.”
“She was so sweet as a kid—hardworking and sensible.”
“Look at her now. Ah, but she’s younger, so of course I won’t hold it against her.”
Li Mei smiled obsequiously as she mopped the floor. “Jiayuan, lift your feet. Let me clean here.”
In another neighborhood, when the door opened, Fang Yu, sitting in her wheelchair, gaped. “That Fang Zhiyi actually bought another house behind our backs?”
Fang Ruoruo was equally shocked. Seeing a photo of herself and her aunt on the entryway cabinet, her heart ached.
Fang Yu sighed. “My brother was a fool in his early years, but later... it’s like he woke up.” She paused. “Ruoruo, settle in first. Once I recover, I’ll help you take them on!”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?
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.
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."
