She suddenly remembered that Fang Zhiyi always had a small device pinned to his collar, resembling a microphone for recording. That was why she had assumed the child was about to appear on her show. Could it be...?
"Even if it's just your voice, everyone recognizes it," the supervisor said, glaring at Wang Tao. "You really dare to say anything, huh?"
Wang Tao stammered, "I—sir, I..."
"Go home and watch the rerun! Their show's viewership is skyrocketing, and the consequences of your nonsense are already affecting me!"
"Grandson!" Zhao Yumei called out as soon as she entered the backstage area. When Fang Zhiyi approached, she roughly ruffled his hair. "Well done!"
Fang Zhiyi had subtly made her aware of these family reunion shows, leaving Zhao Yumei restless. Rarely, she reached out to an "old friend."
The old friend explained how television networks operated and introduced her to a host specializing in gossip programs for the elderly. Zhao Yumei decided to strike first.
Older audiences often empathized with their peers. She exaggerated the situation, playing to her strengths, and coincidentally, the host had a grudge against Wang Tao. Thus, the risky plan was hatched—using Fang Zhiyi, a child, to bait Wang Tao into revealing her true colors on a live recording.
Wang Tao trembled as she watched the rerun. She knew she was finished. Even if her show continued, its reputation was already ruined—viewers had made up their minds, and the scandal had drawn in countless gossip-hungry spectators.
Meanwhile, at Lin Meilan's residence, her boyfriend was yanking her hair and beating her.
"You told me this plan would work, and now all the money's gone?!"
"I had no choice! Who knew that old hag would go to the TV station herself and even get her own show?!"
"I don’t care! Give me back my drinking money!" Ma Tiao snarled. If it weren’t for her ability to scrounge up cash, he would’ve dumped her long ago.
"I—I have another idea!" Lin Meilan cried, unable to endure the beating.
Ma Tiao jabbed a finger at her. "I don’t care if you have to steal or rob—if I don’t see money, I’ll beat you to death!"
Lin Meilan’s old wounds were now layered with fresh ones, but her hatred was directed at Zhao Yumei and Fang Zhiyi.
Following her suggestion, Ma Tiao decided: if legal methods failed, they’d resort to force. The targets were just an old woman and a child, after all.
Though Lin Meilan hadn’t been back in years, she remembered a low spot in the backyard wall—the same spot she used to sneak out to meet an ex-boyfriend.
The next night, she led Ma Tiao there, instructing him to climb in and search for valuables while she stood guard.
But shortly after Ma Tiao scaled the wall, shouts erupted from inside. Lin Meilan’s heart clenched. Then came more commotion, and soon, the yard sounded crowded. Someone struggled over the wall, landing with a thud. When Lin Meilan saw heads peering over the wall, she turned and fled, abandoning Ma Tiao.
Fang Minghui was frustrated. That old woman had appeared on TV and decided to stay in the city for a few days, even hiring him to watch her house in exchange for some cash.
Last time, he’d heard Fang Zhiyi’s father had died and tried to squeeze some money out of the situation, only to end up in a pointless fight. But with gambling debts piling up, he had no choice but to take the job.
Who knew he’d actually encounter thieves? During the scuffle, he was stabbed—luckily not fatally—and thankfully, he’d invited friends over for a card game.
Ma Tiao was hauled off to the police station, but Fang Minghui didn’t expect to be arrested too—for organizing illegal gambling.
Lin Meilan never saw Ma Tiao again. Terrified, she fled that same night. She didn’t know what had happened inside, but she knew their plan had failed.
Wang Tao was fired for her unethical behavior and the scandal she caused. Though only her voice was exposed, nearly every viewer recognized it. Overnight, her reputation crumbled, and the public turned against her.
Drowning her sorrows in alcohol, she was ambushed, a sack thrown over her head as someone beat her.
"You ruined me, you know that?! Think you’re so high and mighty? Spit!"
With no surveillance in the area and too many enemies to count, she couldn’t even identify her attacker.
Returning from the police station, Wang Tao found her front door vandalized with insults and slurs.
Fear took hold.
The city that once celebrated her now seemed to reject her existence.
Even vegetable vendors shooed her away. "Not selling to you!"
The bald host capitalized on the scandal, inviting one after another of Wang Tao’s victims onto his gossip show. Each revelation tore apart another layer of her carefully constructed image, dragging her name further into the mud.
Her family suffered too. Her younger brother, whose college tuition she had paid, called to disown her—because of her, he was mocked and ostracized at school.
Her parents, once proud, now refused her calls. As elderly folks, they were humiliated by their peers’ taunts.
Wang Tao retreated into her apartment, drinking heavily, flinching at every noise outside.
She knew how many people she’d wronged, and the threatening messages made her dread retaliation.
Under the stress, her hair fell out in clumps. Her face sagged, aging rapidly. When neighbors called the psychiatric hospital to have her taken away, no one recognized her.
"That host was never right in the head," a neighbor said in an interview, shuddering. "She’d spray-paint her own door at night, with this terrifying look on her face. Textbook guilt!"
Fang Zhiyi began attending school like any normal child. Even Zhao Yumei seemed more civilized, though she still scolded him now and then—for not feeding the chickens or leaving dirty clothes unwashed.
Fang Zhiyi knew better than to argue. Making her do chores was harder than dealing with Lin Meilan. He resigned himself to school and chores, grateful that Zhao Yumei’s newfound wealth had bought appliances—otherwise, he might’ve worked himself to death in this world.
A transmigrator dying from housework—now that would be a story.
Ma Tiao was released from prison. His first act? Hunting down Lin Meilan.
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.
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!
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?!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
