In the end, Fang Zhiyi still came up with a few solutions—after all, the eccentric young mistress in front of him was the one signing his paychecks.
That night, Fu Jingxuan was jolted awake by Qin Xiaocao’s piercing scream. He felt something crawling on his face and immediately sat up, grabbing at it.
Pigtails? No—a giant cockroach!
When he turned on the lights, the entire house was swarming with them.
From a car parked on the street, Xue Wanning heard Qin Xiaocao’s scream and saw the lights flicker on in the house. Delighted, she shook Fang Zhiyi, who had already fallen asleep.
"Look, look! Hahaha!"
"Look at what? If they trace this back to you, remember to apologize and say those were medicinal cockroaches that escaped when the bag tore."
"Ugh, I know. You’re so naggy."
But Fu Jingxuan never imagined someone would stoop to something as petty as dumping cockroaches into his home. The next day, he simply called an exterminator.
He was busy—lately, he’d spent a fortune bribing a high-ranking executive from a rival company.
Who would’ve thought that the crazy woman from back then was actually the sole heiress of the Xue family? Talk about fate playing tricks.
As agreed, the spy would leak the Xue family’s confidential documents to him.
Even now, he could still picture that unreasonable woman’s face. Well, now was the time to settle old and new grudges together.
But ever since he arrived at the office, the power had been cutting out every hour, leaving employees grumbling in frustration.
After urgent inspections, they found it was just a tripped circuit breaker—but no matter how many times they reset it, the outages kept happening.
The Xue family showed no reaction either.
Fu Jingxuan was fuming. What kind of cursed day was this? First cockroaches, now blackouts. In a rage, he decided to head home early—only to be hit by a foul stench the moment he got into his car, nearly making him vomit.
Meanwhile, at the Xue Corporation, the bribed executive nervously handed the money over to Fang Zhiyi, then glanced at the silent Xue Wanning before scurrying out with his head down.
"Remember this—if you ever get any more 'unexpected income,' bring it to me yourself. Otherwise, what happened today will seem like a joke."
Fang Zhiyi’s threat made the executive shrink back. He still couldn’t figure out how he’d been exposed.
Once he was gone, Xue Wanning burst into laughter.
"I can’t take it anymore! How does your brain even work? This is evil!"
"Dumping cockroaches was one thing, but pouring stinky tofu juice into Fu Jingxuan’s car? Genius! Hahaha, I can just imagine his face!"
"That idiot spent over a million bribing an executive, and you just hired a security guard for a few thousand to trip their power every hour. Hahaha, I can’t even imagine how furious Fu Jingxuan would be if he found out."
Fang Zhiyi just watched her laugh. When she finally calmed down, he asked, "So… want some drama?"
The moment she heard those words, Xue Wanning perked up. "Let’s go, let’s go!"
"Mom… I really don’t have money. I’m not working right now—Jingxuan supports me." Qin Xiaocao kept her head down, though she was now dressed far more elegantly than her college days.
A middle-aged woman sat with her legs crossed. "Cut the nonsense! My son—your brother—said the Fu Family is loaded. Don’t forget I gave birth to you. How dare you refuse to repay your parents?"
"Mom, I… I can’t ask Jingxuan for money. He works hard for it."
"I can’t listen to this anymore! What kind of mother is this?" Xue Wanning shot up, only to be pulled back down by Fang Zhiyi.
"Have you forgotten how Qin Xiaocao treated you?"
Xue Wanning paused, recalling, but still fumed. Then, suddenly, she grinned and pulled out her phone.
"I knew keeping this number would come in handy. Hahaha!"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her and sighed. The "villainess" label really did suit her.
As an anonymous text was sent, just as Qin Xiaocao was being reduced to tears by her mother, a long-unseen figure walked into the café.
"Xiaocao!" Gu Mingyu hurried over, eyeing the woman before looking at Qin Xiaocao with concern. "What’s wrong? I came as soon as I heard you needed help."
Qin Xiaocao didn’t even register his last sentence. Still used to relying on others from her college days, she saw Gu Mingyu as her savior. "Mingyu…" She threw herself into his arms without hesitation.
Gu Mingyu froze—then beamed with joy.
Qin Xiaocao’s mother was stunned. She thought this guy was her son-in-law, but now another man showed up? Her daughter was impressive.
"Xiaocao!" Another voice called out.
Gu Mingyu turned—Zhou Han had arrived too. The group exchanged awkward glances before—
"Gu Mingyu, you bastard!" With a furious roar, Fu Jingxuan lunged forward, and chaos erupted.
Xue Wanning gaped. "Wait, I only texted one person!"
Fang Zhiyi waved his phone. "The other two were my doing."
"You’re terrible. I love it." Xue Wanning grinned.
Amid the scuffle, Qin Xiaocao’s mother took a couple of stray hits—right to the mouth—and promptly covered her face as she fled the scene.
Eventually, Zhou Han managed to calm things down. Qin Xiaocao just stood there crying until Fu Jingxuan grabbed her and dragged her home, leaving Gu Mingyu heartbroken.
Zhou Han shot him a look. "You knew she was already with him. Why did you hug her?" Shaking his head, he left too.
Xue Wanning tugged Fang Zhiyi to leave, but Gu Mingyu spotted them.
He glared. "You two again. I always suspected you were following me and Xiaocao deliberately. Now I see—you’ve been spying on our lives, haven’t you?"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. What else could he do? Either use them as entertainment or get humiliated by them. Any sane person would pick the former.
"Xue Wanning! Just you wait. Even if Xiaocao didn’t choose me, I’ll still protect her. Stay away from her!"
He shoved past them dramatically.
"Seriously, is he insane?" Xue Wanning muttered.
"Sir! You have to pay for the damages! Sir! Don’t run!" A waiter chased after him.
Xue Wanning’s anger dissolved into laughter.
Fang Zhiyi, however, narrowed his eyes. He’d almost forgotten about this guy—Gu Corporation’s illegitimate heir. If Gu Mingyu ever gained power, his own patron would be in deep trouble.
Xue Wanning knew Fang Zhiyi ran a private detective agency on the side—she’d even invested in it. She didn’t mind, treating it as a way to get fresh gossip about Qin Xiaocao. And truth be told, after years of indulging in the drama, she was hooked. If too much time passed without updates, she’d feel restless.
But lately, Fang Zhiyi and his little agency had been unusually busy. Whenever she asked, he’d just give her a mysterious smile.
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.
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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?"
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."
