But everything still depended on how Fang Ruoruo herself felt about it.
She raised a hand to her forehead, eyes lowered, and after a moment said, "Alright, Second Uncle, but my place is fully occupied right now. I’ll arrange a high-paying job for him."
Second Uncle was overjoyed. "That’s wonderful! Here, take this—I brought you some vegetables. You can’t get anything this fresh where you are..."
Fang Ruoruo waved him off. Wasn’t this bag of greens just ridiculous?
Second Uncle didn’t insist. Seeing her refusal, he simply withdrew the offer. But he still seemed hesitant, and Fang Ruoruo frowned. "Second Uncle, is there something else?"
"Well, you see... I spoke to your grandmother. She’s getting old, and you know how it is—most of the family are women, and I’m the only son. Ruoruo, you understand. That house of yours... if it goes to your eldest aunt, wouldn’t that just mean giving it to outsiders?"
Fang Ruoruo froze.
Fang Zhiyi also froze. Damn, I didn’t see this coming. This quiet one isn’t as simple as he seems.
"Tsk... If it were me, I’d agree for now. After all, words alone aren’t binding. Let him fight it out with Li Xue’s family, hahaha! But there’s no need to worry—the house is under Fang Yu’s name now."
After a moment of thought, Fang Ruoruo nodded. "Second Uncle, I get what you’re saying. But... but Eldest Aunt and her family have already moved in..."
Second Uncle’s face lit up with excitement. "So you’re agreeing, Ruoruo?"
Fang Ruoruo hesitated but nodded. "But I can’t be the one to handle this. You know how it is..."
"Got it! I’ll take your grandmother to talk to them! Let’s see if they dare take what’s mine!"
As he left in high spirits, Fang Ruoruo’s eyes filled with sorrow. How could they all be like this? Is this what family means?
But she hadn’t expected Eldest Cousin to show up that afternoon. The security downstairs notified her, and though Fang Ruoruo initially wanted him turned away, she decided to go down after some thought.
Eldest Cousin still carried himself with an air of superiority. "Fang Ruoruo, Mom says your place’s decor is too plain. She wants to renovate, and you’re paying for it."
Fang Ruoruo laughed in disbelief. "I’m paying? On what grounds? Don’t forget I only lent you the house!"
Xu Jiaqing snorted. "Your mom already agreed to let me use it, so it’s mine now. If my wedding gets delayed because of this, just wait till your mom scolds you. Cut the crap—hand over 100,000 for the renovation." He spoke as if he were demanding a debt.
"Not a single cent. Get lost!" Fang Ruoruo turned to leave. Xu Jiaqing was stunned, his eyes darkening with malice.
"Fine. Just wait—I’ll tell your mom."
At those words, Fang Ruoruo’s heart sank. Her mother’s face flashed in her mind.
Fang Zhiyi sighed behind her. "Having a mother who can’t see reason is such a headache."
But before Li Mei could lecture her daughter, her Second Brother arrived with their elderly mother.
"Ruoruo said the house should go to her uncle!" Li Zhu declared loudly, emboldened by their mother’s presence. His wife and child stood behind him.
"Bullshit! Second Brother, have you lost your mind?" Li Xue was never one for reason. Now that she had the house, she wasn’t about to let someone else snatch it.
Xu Jiaqing, already fuming, saw Second Uncle trying to claim the house and exploded. A fight broke out. Li Mei cowered in the corner, muttering about how pointless this was—we’re family, why can’t we just let it go?
No one listened.
Soon, a neighbor called the police.
The entire Li family was hauled to the station.
Second Uncle and his son, severely injured and outnumbered, were hospitalized. Their shaken grandmother joined them.
Now Li Xue suddenly remembered they were "family" and demanded Second Uncle sign a waiver of prosecution. He refused, of course, so Xu Jiaqing and Xu Li, who had thrown objects during the fight, ended up in jail.
Amid the chaos, the house welcomed new occupants—Third Aunt’s family.
After a call from Fang Ruoruo, who mentioned the fight between Eldest Aunt and Second Uncle over the house, Third Aunt quickly caught on. If I move in now, the house could be mine. And it’s worth way more than 200,000!
When Li Xue finally returned, she was livid to find Third Aunt’s family lounging on the sofa. Another round of shouting ensued.
Meanwhile, the family group chat was buzzing. Second Uncle and his son, still in the hospital, vented about Eldest Aunt’s cruelty.
Throughout it all, Li Mei stood dazed, unable to comprehend how her family had fallen apart like this.
But one thing became clear—everyone claimed Fang Ruoruo had agreed to their demands.
Realizing something, Li Mei pulled out her phone and accused Fang Ruoruo of causing this mess by making promises left and right.
In the group chat, Fang Ruoruo replied helplessly, "Mom, we’re all family. You can’t play favorites. Eldest Aunt is your sister, but aren’t Second Uncle and Third Aunt also your siblings?"
The response left Li Mei speechless—and redirected the other three families’ anger toward her.
"Fourth Sister, who would’ve thought? You always preach about family, yet you only care about Eldest Sister. What, do you think her three sons will support you in old age?"
"People’s true colors show eventually. I always suspected it—you’ve been staying at Eldest Sister’s place for years. A storage room converted into your bedroom! And Ruoruo—she always ate worse than their sons, only getting leftovers. And you’re grateful for that?"
"Lies! Don’t twist things! Who took care of Ruoruo when she was little? Did any of you lift a finger? Now you’re all crawling out of the woodwork for the house? Disgusting!"
Cousin Sister, who had stayed silent until now, chimed in. "I finally get it. Fourth Aunt, you’ve always looked down on us, haven’t you?"
"That’s not true. It’s not..." Li Mei’s denial was weak.
"Save it! Don’t call me family ever again!"
"All the good things go to Eldest Sister. Did you ever think of us? And you dare talk about kinship?"
The barrage of accusations left Li Mei panicked, her hands and feet icy. How did things come to this?
Fang Ruoruo watched the screen silently, her face expressionless. After a long pause, she sighed.
Yet even now, her mother managed to devise a "solution."
After days of silence, the group chat lit up again. Li Mei @-ed her: "Ruoruo, come home. We need to discuss something. Your Eldest Aunt, Second Uncle, and Third Aunt are all here."
Fang Ruoruo’s heart sank.
When she returned, the sight of the ransacked house pained her. Broken decorations, smudged walls, and haphazardly swept debris littered the floor.

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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."

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.”

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"