"Mom? Why did you hit me?" Fang Jianshe asked, covering his face with a hint of resentment. He had been minding his own business at home when the door opened, only for him to receive a slap out of nowhere. Who could he even complain to about this?
"Hit you? Do I need to spell out what your family has done? Huh?" Zhao Yumei pointed at him accusingly.
Fang Jianshe was even more confused—he hadn’t done anything wrong. He was a quiet man who rarely got involved in family matters. Even when it came to the issue of Fang Zhiyi’s custody, he had no strong opinions—not because he was particularly virtuous, but because he always deferred to his wife, rarely thinking for himself.
"What’s going on?" Third Aunt Liu Yun stepped out, her expression stiffening momentarily at the sight of Zhao Yumei before quickly regaining composure. "What are you doing? Why did you come here to hit my husband?"
She already held a grudge against Zhao Yumei, and now, with a guilty conscience, she raised her voice defensively.
Zhao Yumei scoffed. "You know exactly why!" She turned to the gathered villagers and shouted, "This shameless thief sneaked into my house while I was away and stole my son’s blood money! Tell me, folks—doesn’t she deserve a beating?"
The villagers murmured among themselves. Stealing money? They all knew about the compensation the Fang family had received, and now every eye turned to Liu Yun.
"Don’t you dare slander me!" Liu Yun protested, flustered.
"Slander? My grandson left the door unlocked, and I was at the village committee. When I got back, everything was in place except the bank card was gone! Tell me, what thief would know exactly where to find a bank card? What thief would only take that?"
Fang Zhiyi couldn’t help but admire the old woman’s reasoning. It was true—the Village Party Secretary had casually mentioned the password when handing over the card, and he had noticed the look on Third Aunt’s face. She must have overheard.
"You—you’re framing me!" Liu Yun stammered, both furious and panicked. "Ever since I married into this family, you’ve been tormenting me! Now you come to my doorstep to accuse me? Not a chance!"
"Grandson!" Zhao Yumei barked.
At first, Fang Zhiyi thought she was cursing, but then she shot him a glance, and he realized she was calling for him. He obediently stepped forward.
"Go inside and search! Check their bed, under the pillows, the jewelry box—look everywhere!"
Fang Zhiyi hadn’t expected the old woman to bring him along for this, but before he could respond—
"Try it, and I’ll—!" Liu Yun lunged forward. "You old hag, how dare you accuse me!"
But she had forgotten just who Zhao Yumei was. The woman was a force of nature when it came to brawling, and in the art of making a scene, she was practically a grandmaster.
Instead of dodging, Zhao Yumei let herself collapse to the ground, wailing and slapping her thighs. "Murder! My daughter-in-law is trying to kill her own mother-in-law! Someone judge this for me! She steals from me, then attacks me—she’s trying to drive me to my grave! I might as well dash my head against the wall and die right here!"
The villagers, standing at a distance, had only seen Liu Yun step forward aggressively. Now, with Zhao Yumei’s dramatic collapse, they rushed over while Liu Yun stood frozen, stunned by her mother-in-law’s sudden theatrics.
"What sin have I committed? My own son won’t protect me—lets his wife beat his own mother!"
Some of the older villagers couldn’t stand it. No matter how unreasonable Zhao Yumei was, Liu Yun was still her daughter-in-law. How could she raise a hand against her?
Immediately, voices rose condemning Liu Yun for disrespect, while others scolded Fang Jianshe for forgetting his filial duty after marrying.
Amid the chaos, Fang Jianshe—who had never been good at making decisions—stood paralyzed until a villager nudged him to help his mother up.
The moment he did, Zhao Yumei slapped him again. "You ungrateful little beast!"
Fang Jianshe clutched his cheek, utterly wronged.
"Grandma..." Fang Zhiyi felt completely out of his depth. The old woman’s combat skills were simply unmatched.
"Grandma nothing! Go find your father’s blood money!" Zhao Yumei hadn’t lost sight of her goal. Fang Zhiyi darted toward the house, but Liu Yun, snapping out of her daze, tried to grab him.
Then, in a flash, Zhao Yumei—still mid-wail—yanked Liu Yun’s hair and slammed her head into the doorframe. "Steal from me, will you? Threaten me? Today, I’ll teach you a lesson on behalf of my Third Son!"
Caught off guard, Liu Yun staggered, dizzy from the blows. The old fear of her mother-in-law resurfaced, and within moments, she was sobbing for mercy. The villagers exchanged uneasy glances. None wanted to cross Zhao Yumei, and technically, Liu Yun had struck first.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t need further prompting. He ducked inside while Fang Jianshe stood dumbly by, waiting for his wife’s orders like a machine on standby.
"Orphan, back to mooch off us?" His cousin stood in the yard, oblivious to the commotion outside. He had only heard crying and was about to investigate when Fang Zhiyi barged in. With his father dead and his mother long gone, the boy saw him as easy prey.
Fang Zhiyi ignored him, mimicking his grandmother’s style—he swung and landed a slap so hard the boy spun twice before stumbling. Then he stormed into Third Aunt’s house.
Truth be told, his chosen ally was formidable. Everyone assumed the bank card still held money, but only he and Zhao Yumei knew the funds had already been transferred. Today’s spectacle was meant to intimidate both his uncle’s and his third uncle’s families.
Following his grandmother’s instructions, Fang Zhiyi searched—and sure enough, beneath the jewelry box, he found the card. He snatched it up and ran back out. His cousin, still clutching his face, whimpered at the sight of him. Fang Zhiyi silenced him with another slap before rushing outside.
By then, the Village Party Secretary had arrived, looking exasperated. The Fang family had been causing one scene after another lately.
"Grandma! Found it!"
At Fang Zhiyi’s shout, Liu Yun’s face paled—though it was already a mess from the earlier beating.
All eyes locked onto the bank card in his hand.
The Village Party Secretary’s expression darkened. "Liu Yun, do you realize what you’ve done? Breaking and entering—and grand theft!"
Liu Yun stammered weakly, "I—I didn’t take it! I was just... keeping it safe for Mom..."
"Keeping it safe?" Zhao Yumei sneered. "You’re nothing but a thief! Secretary, how many years do they give for this?"
The Village Party Secretary answered gravely, "Breaking into a home to steal? That’s a long sentence."
Zhao Yumei snorted. "I always knew you were trouble, but a thief? Call the police!"
Then Liu Yun blurted, "How is it stealing? That compensation money wasn’t even yours!"
Zhao Yumei pulled out a stamped document from her sleeve. "I can’t read, but the Secretary stamped this for me. Take a look?"
The Village Party Secretary nodded. Earlier, Zhao Yumei had made a scene at the committee office until he issued this proof—confirming Fang Zhiyi’s custody under her. With it, she had every right to manage the money.
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
