My Bizarre Relatives 018

Even the youngest son faced ridicule at school, where classmates knew about his family’s troubles and mocked him with cruel nicknames.

Their reputation was ruined, and life became unbearable.

The worst blow came when Xu Jiaqing’s engagement fell apart—his fiancée’s father, upon learning of the scandal, immediately cut ties with his family.

Furious but powerless, Xu Jiaqing lashed out at his parents in a heated argument, then secretly emptied the house of cash and savings before vanishing into the night. His brothers, Xu Jiayuan and the youngest, resented their parents just as deeply.

Third Aunt’s family quietly moved away.

When Old Madam Li returned from the hospital and saw the state of things, she nearly collapsed again from rage.

Li Xue called Li Mei daily, hurling curses and blaming her for their downfall.

Li Mei could only weep. Unable to reach her daughter and barred from seeing her, she lost all motivation—work, home, and marriage crumbled around her.

Finally, Old Madam Li decided to sell their house to settle debts, unwilling to endure disgrace in her old age. Fang Yu was almost disappointed; she’d planned to push for forced liquidation soon.

Now homeless, the Li family scattered further. Old Madam Li moved into Li Mei’s home, declaring her responsible for the disaster and demanding she financially support her siblings. The strain broke Li Mei’s new marriage—her husband swiftly filed for divorce.

Fang Yu reveled in the chaos, gleefully gathering gossip and relaying it to Fang Ruoruo, who responded with a faint, unreadable smile.

Yet Fang Ruoruo hadn’t expected Second Uncle’s audacity: he still sent his son to her, shamelessly demanding she fulfill her promise of securing him a job.

She didn’t refuse. Instead, she handed him over to a neighboring resource company, dropping a subtle hint. The message was received.

Meanwhile, an online story about a niece ruining her entire family began circulating.

The youngest son of Eldest Aunt’s family finally snapped.

Tormented by classmates’ whispers, he seethed with resentment. Too afraid to confront Fang Yu, he targeted Fang Ruoruo instead.

But the next day, her lawyer served him with legal notices and exposed years of family drama online. Public opinion flipped overnight, and Eldest Aunt’s family became the villains again.

The backlash cost Xu Li his job.

That same day, the youngest son was beaten savagely, coughing blood.

Powerless against Fang Ruoruo, the family turned their rage on him. When familiar debt collectors arrived at their rented home—brandishing bills, banners, and loudspeakers—Li Xue shattered completely.

Second Uncle soon realized his son’s “job” was exploitative and grueling. By the time he tried confronting Fang Ruoruo, she’d vanished—having sold her company and taken her aunt traveling. The company’s ironclad legality left him no recourse. He berated Li Mei, who endured silently.

By December, Xu Jiaqing, gambling-addled and desperate, attempted robbery. His fellow thugs nearly killed him, severing his hand. Xu Jiayuan developed severe mental illness, hiding indoors. The youngest son, crippled from the beating, was a shadow of himself. Xu Li drowned in alcohol, battering his wife daily. Li Xue, once haughty, now withered in a slum where neighbors mocked their debt-ridden disgrace.

Third Aunt’s family fared no better. Inspired by Fang Ruoruo’s past remarks, her daughter secretly borrowed heavily for a failed business venture. With Fang Ruoruo unreachable, they turned to Li Mei—only to find her equally destitute.

Li Mei received monthly alimony from Fang Ruoruo, matching the sum Fang Zhiyi had once demanded from her. Yet she could never reach her daughter; calls were answered by Fang Yu’s cold voice.

Old Madam Li blamed her relentlessly, alternating between venom and sarcasm. Li Mei still didn’t understand her “crime”—until Li Xue demanded she pay her son’s medical bills. Staring at her sister, Li Mei finally snapped, echoing her daughter’s defiance: “Get out!” It was her first rebellion. Enraged, Li Xue attacked her, and Old Madam Li, shrieking, dropped dead mid-tirade.

Li Mei broke. How had life come to this?

No one attended Old Madam Li’s funeral. The Li name was poison—neighbors and distant kin alike wanted no part of them.

With her death, the family’s fragile unity shattered over her land. Brawls erupted until the village intervened, dividing the inheritance. They sold their shares immediately; desperation outweighed sentiment.

But it wasn’t over. Fang Ruoruo, following her father’s final instructions, dialed a series of numbers.

Li Xue, eyes stinging from kitchen smoke, heard knocking at their rickety door. No one moved, so she answered—and froze. An elderly woman and a scowling man stood there.

“Tch. This dump. Heard you got some money?”

“Who… who are you?”

“Spare us the act. Call Xu Li out. Faking poverty after cashing in?” The woman barged in as a drunken Xu Li stumbled forward, blinking. “Aunt? Cousin… What’s this about?”

“Xu Li, your cousin needs help buying a house. You owe me—remember who raised you?”

Li Xue felt dizzy. The words echoed hauntingly familiar.

Then she saw her three sons’ dark glares. Her stomach dropped—just before Xu Li’s slap struck her. “Stop gawking! Go buy food and cook for my aunt!”

The same scene played out at Second Uncle's and Third Aunt's homes, though the visitors were all quite peculiar—some were distant relatives they'd barely interacted with before. Yet they all shared one trait: they were unreasonable and downright bizarre. What's worse, they kept insisting, "We're family," making it impossible to offend them.

"Evil needs evil to tame it," Fang Ruoruo murmured, closing her notebook as she gazed into the distance.

No one visited Li Mei. She simply sat blankly in her chair, often for an entire day, picking up her phone to stare at the long-dissolved "Family" group chat before setting it down again.

"We're all family..." she suddenly sobbed.

Fang Zhiyi had been following Fang Ruoruo as she wandered through the scenery, until he saw her meet a man and eventually marry him. Though Fang Yu had aged, her sharp gaze remained intimidating. From the moment they met until their wedding, the man lived under her constant threats—yet he never resented it. In fact, he took the initiative to care for Fang Yu.

When Fang Zhiyi saw his granddaughter being born, he smiled. "Is this fate, then?"

At that moment, Little Hei shot into the sky. A rumble of thunder followed, growing louder and more violent.

Fang Zhiyi reached out to touch the little girl, but his hand passed right through her. "Tsk, what a shame. Grandpa can't hold you."

"Run! We can't win!" Little Hei shouted at Fang Zhiyi, a glowing mass clenched in its jaws. Fang Zhiyi scoffed at it and turned to leave.

"Dad... are you leaving?"

Fang Zhiyi froze. Goosebumps crawled up his back as he slowly turned around.

Fang Ruoruo, holding her daughter, was looking straight at him. Not far away, Fang Yu was still muttering complaints about her son-in-law.

"You... you can see me?"

"I've always been able to see you," Fang Ruoruo said, smiling even as her eyes reddened. "I heard that if you tell a loved one's spirit you can see them, they'll leave. So I... I never said anything."

Fang Zhiyi suddenly understood. No wonder his daughter handled things so similarly to him—he'd thought it was just a father-daughter connection.

A deafening thunderclap split the air. Fang Yu and her son-in-law looked up at the sky.

"Ruoruo, take the baby inside!"

Fang Ruoruo kept her eyes on Fang Zhiyi. "Dad, you can go in peace. I’ve grown up." She fought back tears.

Fang Zhiyi’s heart trembled. He remembered muttering years ago, "Working this much will kill me one day. Might as well travel—life’s too short... But I don’t even have the right to take a trip. Damn it."

So this was why.

"Cherish your family. But remember, some relatives are just that—relatives, not family," Fang Zhiyi said, glancing at Fang Yu and her son-in-law.

Little Hei urged, "Hurry up! I can't hold on much longer! Why did you have to provoke it?"

Fang Ruoruo nodded, tears finally spilling over. She watched as her father slowly rose and vanished into a radiant light.

"Ruoruo, why are you crying? Was it this brat’s fault?"

"Wrongfully accused, ma’am! Weren’t you just with me?"

"Talking back?"

"My mistake."

Two years later, in the Fang Family home.

"Your mom and dad love your little brother more—they don’t want you anymore~" teased Aunt Wang, a distant relative hired by Ruoruo’s husband to help with chores, as she taunted the little girl.

The child’s eyes filled with confusion.

"Too bad you’re just a girl. You’ll grow up and marry off someday~"

"Aunt Wang."

The woman turned. "Yes, Ruoruo?"

"Collect your pay. You’re fired."

"Why?" she gasped, stunned.

"Because you don’t get to speak to my daughter like that."

"You—you think you’re so great?" Aunt Wang fumed. "Just wait—I’ll call my nephew!"

"No need, Auntie. I’m right here." Ruoruo’s husband, just back from work, shot her a cold look. Fang Ruoruo stepped forward, her expression stern, and whispered a few words. His brow furrowed.

"Aunt Wang, my wife might have phrased it poorly."

Aunt Wang smirked triumphantly at Ruoruo.

"Get out. Now."