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.
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."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
