Grandma 011

He clearly remembered it was Lin Meilan's idea, and vividly recalled how she abandoned him to save herself that night.

During his time inside, he had been preparing for revenge.

He knew Lin Meilan well—lazy, cunning, and slippery, just like him. Even if she ran, she wouldn't get far.

It only took two months for Ma Tiao to track her down. She was working at a nightclub now, using thick makeup to hide her aged face. When she saw Ma Tiao standing before her, Lin Meilan forced an unnatural, fake smile.

What followed was a brutal beating.

From that day on, Lin Meilan’s already miserable life grew worse. Ma Tiao lived off her earnings.

"You owe me."

"You think I won’t tell the cops you were my accomplice back then?"

She was completely at his mercy. Unconsciously, she began walking the same path as her own son in the original storyline.

Ma Tiao often took the money she earned and brought other women home. The slightest dissatisfaction from him would earn her another beating. Lin Meilan felt like she was living in hell.

But she was an adult, with more mature thoughts than a child, so she ran away.

She lasted three days before Ma Tiao found her again. This time, the beating was even worse.

And it was then that Little Hei fed her the original plot.

Lin Meilan lay weakly on the cold floor, watching Ma Tiao, drunk and satisfied, fall asleep. Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion—this wasn’t how it was supposed to be, not at all...

Even in death, she felt no regret, only resentment.

When Ma Tiao realized he had killed someone, he fled immediately. Now a wanted man, he could only work illegally in a black-market brick factory. Between beatings from men even crueler than him and eating spoiled food, it was like falling into another hell. His mind grew increasingly unstable—until the police raided the factory. Ma Tiao was so grateful he willingly held out his hands for the cuffs.

But when faced with a death sentence, fear gripped him again.

"In the original plot, they only got three years," Little Hei remarked. "This time, justice was served."

Fang Zhiyi nodded. He finished cooking and looked up at the sky.

A moment later, Zhao Yumei stepped into the courtyard after her walk—then froze mid-step.

"You noticed?"

Fang Zhiyi smiled. "A long time ago."

"When?"

"The first time you cursed at me. Still too polite." He studied her.

Zhao Yumei paused, her wrinkled face breaking into a grin. "My mission was to protect this kid. The Fang family is full of wolves, but this child... he suffered too much. Otherwise..."

"Now, all who deserved it are dead." Fang Zhiyi stood. "I’m curious—where’s your system?"

Zhao Yumei chuckled. "I’m no rookie. Don’t need flashy systems." She raised her hand, light flickering in her palm. "The Bureau’s already pinpointed your transmigration signature. Fang Zhiyi—no, my dear grandson."

"Still trying to claim seniority at a time like this?" Fang Zhiyi laughed, then glanced skyward again. "If I leave now, what will you do?"

Zhao Yumei also looked up. "If you go, then of course I’ll—" She met his gaze, and Fang Zhiyi suddenly shrank back. "Granny, why—why are you looking at me like that?"

"What kind of person just runs off like that?" Zhao Yumei grumbled, eyeing her now-timid grandson with a click of her tongue. "Go pack. Tomorrow, I’m taking you to the city."

"The city?" Fang Zhiyi blinked.

"Used your father’s money to invest in some businesses. From now on, you’re a city boy!" she declared.

Joy flashed across Fang Zhiyi’s face. "Really?"

"Really." Zhao Yumei nodded. She couldn’t abandon him—not after all he’d endured.

"I’ll let you off this time... Truth is, I owe you one. Would’ve been tricky for me to intervene otherwise." She muttered to herself, "Damn Fast Transmigration Bureau, ordering me around. Hmph."

No one expected it—not even Fang Zhiyi—but after the original host’s death, Zhao Yumei was the most heartbroken. Crude as she was, she knew he was her grandson. Fang Zhiyi and his father were different from her other two sons—they visited her, endured her temper in short bursts. The others? Selfish, rotten to the core.

So Zhao Yumei made one last reckless deal after death: her soul in exchange for her grandson’s safety.

Thus, a wanted hunter and a high-level transmigrator became grandmother and grandson.

If she could take advantage, she would—no reason to let Fang Zhiyi off too easy. Hence the chores. But over time, she realized he wasn’t the monster the Bureau made him out to be. He just wanted things set right.

Fang Jianjun grew old. His sons followed his example, treating him and his wife poorly—especially the eldest, who never forgot the slap Fang Jianjun gave him for disrespecting Grandma. Their family remained fractured.

Fang Jianshe eventually divorced Liu Yun. He tried repeatedly to see Zhao Yumei but was turned away. Liu Yun took the children and left.

After Fang Zhiyi slipped away, Zhao Yumei focused on raising her grandson properly—moving him to the city, securing him a good education, even teaching him herself at times. The original host grew quickly.

But his memories were jumbled. He remembered choosing his grandmother, remembered her protection, yet his mother’s face had blurred beyond recognition. Grandma used to curse a lot, but after moving to the city, she stopped.

Zhao Yumei lived long enough to see Fang Zhiyi through high school before traveling the world, transforming from a rural crone into a dignified matriarch. Her grandson remained devoted, even arranging her funeral after she passed—shortly after overseeing his wedding.

And not long after she was gone...

Fang Zhiyi materialized mid-air.

"You’re so boring, just lurking here watching?" Little Hei teased.

Fang Zhiyi patted its head. "You don’t get it. They’ll think I’ve been gone for ages, but I never left. That’s called hiding in plain sight."

"Oh... Sun Tzu stuff?" Little Hei pretended to understand.

Fang Zhiyi watched his "other self" weeping below and sighed. "They said they’ve figured out my transmigration pattern. What now?"

Little Hei grinned. "Then we fight fair." It paused. "Find worlds the Bureau can’t swarm. One-on-one, we win. Two? No problem. Three? Still our advantage."

"Don’t tell me the next world is..."

Little Hei’s smile turned sly. "Funny coincidence, huh?"