"Reporter?" Zhao Yumei looked puzzled for a moment before nodding. "The kind that puts people on TV?"
"Right." Fang Zhiyi calculated that the time was almost up—he needed to remind the old lady soon.
Life or death hinged on how they handled this hurdle. If things went south, he’d have no choice but to wander off as a drifter.
Zhao Yumei waved her hand dismissively. "Let her come! You think I’m scared of her? I knew she was a fox spirit the moment she married your dad! Your father was blind, going off to work and bringing back trash like her!"
Listening to her freely insult her own dead son, Fang Zhiyi could only stay silent. This ally was reliable, but her attacks were indiscriminate.
Sure enough, the next day, Lin Meilan arrived with Wang Tao, the host of True Emotions, a reality TV show. This time, she didn’t bring her lover—probably afraid the bald-headed man would mess things up.
"A father dies unexpectedly, yet his child refuses to acknowledge the mother. Why is that? Today, we’ve come to this small village at the request of Ms. Lin Meilan..."
After a pointless introduction, Wang Tao glanced at Fang Zhiyi sitting on the doorstep and gave Lin Meilan a meaningful look. Lin Meilan nodded, signaling she was ready.
"Zhiyi, come with Mom. I’ll give you a better life." Lin Meilan forced a fake smile and reached out to grab him.
Fang Zhiyi dodged, and a cane suddenly shot out from above his head, jabbing into Lin Meilan’s chest. Zhao Yumei had dressed neatly today, knowing TV appearances required presentability. "Who the hell are you? Trying to kidnap my grandson?"
Lin Meilan froze momentarily, realizing the old woman was her biggest obstacle. "Mom, it’s me—Meilan."
"Pah!" Despite her tidy outfit, Zhao Yumei’s manners hadn’t improved. She spat at Lin Meilan’s feet. "You damn fox spirit, don’t call me Mom! You ran off with my son’s hard-earned money and some other man! You abandoned your own child, and now that my son’s dead, you’re back for his money? Listen here—as long as I’m alive, you won’t lay a finger on my grandson!"
Lin Meilan was speechless. Wang Tao quickly stepped in to mediate. "Ma’am, please calm down. Blood ties can’t be broken. Ms. Lin is the child’s birth mother—"
"Blood ties? What good are they? So we should ignore right and wrong just because of blood?" Zhao Yumei sneered. "Aren’t you filming for TV? Go ahead! Show the whole country this greedy fox spirit! Let everyone see how she abandoned her husband and child, only to come back for a dead man’s money!"
"Ma’am, that’s not how you should speak. Our program’s motto is—" Wang Tao tried to maintain professionalism.
Zhao Yumei cut her off ruthlessly. "What program? You’re just her accomplice! Here’s my warning—anyone who tries to take my grandson from me, I’ll die right in front of them! My worthless life is a fair trade for his future!"
"Ma’am, you’re being unreasonable!" Wang Tao was losing patience.
"So what if I am?" Zhao Yumei seemed fully committed now. She plopped onto the ground, wailing and slapping her thighs. "My son died so tragically! Now his poor mother and son are being bullied! Even the TV crew is helping an outsider steal my grandson! Where’s the justice?"
Wang Tao was flustered. Her show relied on emotional manipulation, but that only worked if the other party had morals. This old woman was threatening suicide and throwing a full-blown tantrum.
The villagers arrived quickly, some even bringing sunflower seeds. They’d noticed the Fang family had been quite entertaining lately.
Soon, people recognized Lin Meilan. Her reputation in the village was worse than Zhao Yumei’s—while Zhao was just stubborn, Lin was outright immoral. The crowd swiftly turned against her, hurling accusations.
Wang Tao sensed trouble and signaled the cameraman to leave. The moment the camera shut off, Zhao Yumei sprang up from the ground and lunged at Lin Meilan, yanking her hair and slapping her face. Dazed, Lin Meilan wasn’t about to hold back—she shrieked and fought back. Fang Zhiyi suddenly shouted, "Don’t hit my grandma!"
He grabbed Zhao Yumei’s cane and swung wildly, though every strike landed precisely on Lin Meilan’s joints.
Wang Tao hesitated, then ordered the cameraman to start filming again. But Fang Zhiyi timed it perfectly—one sharp strike to the back of Lin Meilan’s knee sent her stumbling into the cameraman. Both tumbled into the roadside ditch, the camera smashing on impact.
The equipment was ruined, though the cameraman was fine. Wang Tao was furious—this would cost them! She started demanding compensation, but Zhao Yumei glared. "That fox spirit crashed into them. Everyone saw it. Why yell at my grandson?"
The villagers nodded in agreement.
Wang Tao didn’t care. Faced with the unyielding Zhao Yumei and the hapless Lin Meilan, she chose the latter instantly. And so, the dazed Lin Meilan found herself saddled with an unexpected debt.
Watching them flee in disarray, Zhao Yumei dusted her hands and spat. "Worthless trash."
Fang Zhiyi helped brush the dirt off her clothes. She looked at him approvingly. "You’ve grown up. Even know how to help your grandma fight now. Good."
Fang Zhiyi understood—the old woman truly saw him as family now.
Back in her rented apartment, Lin Meilan nursed her grievances. Her face was swollen from the old hag’s slaps, her body aching all over. And that little bastard had helped the hag!
Her lover, Ma Tiao, lounging on the couch, gaped at her. "Damn, where’d you get your ass kicked like this?"
Lin Meilan, already in a foul mood, shot him a glare.
Ma Tiao frowned. "So? Didn’t you bring the reporter?"
"It didn’t work!" Lin Meilan fumed. "That old hag hit me! That little brat hit me too! And I ended up breaking their camera! They’re making me pay!"
Ma Tiao bolted upright. "What? How much?!"
He didn’t care if she’d been beaten—only the money mattered.
Lin Meilan’s heart sank. She turned and stormed into her room.
This wasn’t over.
"Here we are..." Zhao Yumei led Fang Zhiyi around until they stood before a towering building.
Fang Zhiyi looked up, then at Zhao Yumei. This old lady must’ve been something in her youth.
"The old bastard’s address was definitely here..." She took Fang Zhiyi upstairs.
Fang Zhiyi was thoroughly impressed. Even someone like Zhao Yumei had friends? Then again, even history’s worst villains had a couple of close allies.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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】
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
