Fang Zhiyi had never seen his mother since childhood. His father told him that his mom had run off with someone else.
His father was a simple, honest man with no remarkable talents—quiet and hardworking, earning a living through manual labor at construction sites while Fang Zhiyi was left in the care of relatives.
Because of this, Fang Zhiyi grew up knowing the bitter taste of dependence.
His uncle, Fang Jianjun, was relatively well-off and never missed an opportunity to berate Fang Zhiyi’s father in front of him, calling him foolish and incompetent, unable to even keep a wife. Whenever Fang Zhiyi came to his house for meals, Fang Jianjun would force him to squat by the doorway, giving him nothing but plain rice and pickled vegetables. His third uncle, Fang Jiangang, was a man of few words, but his wife, Liu Cuihua, spoke with a venomous tongue. At their home, Fang Zhiyi was never allowed to eat his fill and was always made to work—otherwise, he’d face a torrent of scolding.
From a young age, he listened as they cursed his father and called him an unwanted child. Naturally, his cousins followed their elders’ example.
The only time Fang Zhiyi felt happy was when his father returned home. He always brought back delicious treats and told him stories of the bustling city. His father promised to send him to school in the city—just a little more savings, and it would be possible.
Just a little more savings.
But not long after his father left for work again, news arrived—Fang Zhiyi’s father had been struck by a falling steel pipe at the construction site and died on the spot. Fang Zhiyi’s mind went blank. When the village chief took him to the hospital, all he saw was his father’s body covered by a white sheet.
The construction company took responsibility and offered compensation—about 300,000 yuan—which was temporarily held by the village committee.
The news spread quickly through the Fang family.
Before Fang Zhiyi could even process his grief, Fang Jianjun came barging into the house, grabbing his wrist and trying to drag him away.
Not to be outdone, Liu Cuihua seized his other arm.
Even his great-aunt showed up with his cousin, along with an uncle Fang Zhiyi had never met before.
"I’m his blood uncle! This money—no, this child—must come with me!"
"Ha! And I’m his aunt! And his uncle is right here! Don’t think you can take everything for yourself!"
"What about me, an old woman? Do I not count?"
His cousin leaned in and whispered a threat: "If you don’t go with my grandma, I’ll beat you up every day."
The uncle also clamored for his share.
Their argument quickly escalated into a brawl, only stopping when the village committee intervened.
Terrified, Fang Zhiyi was told by the village chief that his mother had returned.
Standing at the door was a heavily made-up woman, with a bald man looming behind her.
The woman rushed forward, hugging him tightly and wailing. The overpowering scent of her perfume nearly suffocated him.
"I was tricked back then! I’ve missed my son every single day! Now that his father’s gone, I have to take him with me!"
"Shameless woman, coming back with your lover! Where were you all these years?" Fang Jianjun spat.
"You just want the money, don’t you? Where’s the justice in this? I’m his mother—custody should be mine!"
The bald man stepped forward aggressively, and for once, the Fang family united against an outside enemy. Just as another fight was about to break out, the village chief quickly declared, "You can discuss custody later. For now, Fang Zhiyi will stay under the village committee’s care."
The Fang family soon reached an agreement—on how to split the 300,000 yuan, at least. As for Fang Zhiyi, he would rotate between households for meals. As for that shameless Lin Meilan? She could get lost!
But Lin Meilan had seen the world. After disappearing for two days, she returned with a reporter in tow. Faced with the camera, the Fang family restrained themselves.
"I’m Wang Tao, host of True Emotions! We received a plea for help—a mother, separated from her son for years, is now being blocked from reuniting with him. Why is this happening?"
In front of the camera, Lin Meilan sobbed dramatically—though with few actual tears. Wang Tao, deeply moved, handed her tissues.
Fang Zhiyi was frightened. This "mother" was a complete stranger to him, and her embrace was so tight it hurt.
Fang Jianjun and the others accused Lin Meilan of abandoning her family years ago and only returning now for the money.
Wang Tao seized on the drama, turning the microphone back to Lin Meilan, who stuck to her script and kept crying. Then, with a calculated glance, Wang Tao handed the mic to Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi stayed silent. Truthfully, he didn’t want to go with her. He wanted to stay in his own home.
Realizing the potential of this story, Wang Tao immediately arranged for Fang Zhiyi to appear on the show.
He also informed the Fang family that, as the biological mother, Lin Meilan had legal custody rights. But the Fangs fought back, consulting someone who knew the law. In the end, it was decided that everything depended on Fang Zhiyi’s own wishes.
The show went ahead as scheduled. Fang Zhiyi, just a child, understood nothing. Dazed, he was led into the studio. The moment he sat down, the sea of faces in the audience terrified him.
Lin Meilan suddenly threw herself at him, wailing, "Zhiyi, Mom was wrong! I’ll make it up to you, I promise! Come with me!"
Fang Zhiyi froze in shock.
Lin Meilan began recounting how difficult it had been to give birth to him, how she had carried him for ten months—but not a word about why she had left him.
Fang Zhiyi tried to push her away. Wang Tao noticed and intervened. The show’s purpose was emotional catharsis—a heartwarming reunion. The audience wanted to see maternal love triumph, not relatives taking Fang Zhiyi away.
"Zhiyi, look how much your mother has suffered. She carried you for ten months. Yes, she was deceived back then, but see how remorseful she is now. Can’t you forgive her?"
Wang Tao then turned to the audience, wiping away tears. "Blood is thicker than water! How can a child reject his own mother’s love? No relative can replace a mother! We must give this woman a chance to make amends—let the child return to his mother’s arms!"
The audience, carefully arranged by the production team, chanted in unison: "Forgive her! Forgive her!" Soft, emotional music swelled in the background.
Trembling, Fang Zhiyi was trapped in his mother’s suffocating embrace.
He didn’t know how he ended up agreeing. Lin Meilan promised the village chief she would give him the best life, then took him—and the bank card holding his father’s blood money—away.
The Fang family could only stomp their feet in frustration before turning their attention to Fang Zhiyi’s empty house, scrambling to claim it for themselves.
Fang Zhiyi saw the city for the first time, though it didn’t feel as spacious as home. His mother called it a rented apartment.
Living with them was the bald man. The day they arrived, he kissed Lin Meilan without hesitation—then took the bank card.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
