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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
