"What about your disciple?" Little Hei suddenly asked.
"He made his own choice. That kid has grown quite a bit," Fang Zhiyi remarked with a sigh. "Makes me feel old."
Little Hei silently handed over the storyline.
Fang Zhiyi, the third and youngest son of the Fang family, had always been doted on more than his eldest brother and second sister—a privilege that nurtured his arrogant and unruly nature.
From stealing eggs from neighbors to trade for candy, to tearing up his second sister’s study notes to make paper airplanes, Fang Zhiyi grew up causing trouble.
By seventeen, he was already mingling with local troublemakers, lured into gambling and accumulating massive debts. When debt collectors came knocking, his father collapsed in distress, while his mother begged door-to-door for loans to bail him out. Yet, Fang Zhiyi showed no remorse—instead, he gambled again, losing repeatedly until the family’s savings were drained.
Soon, he racked up another mountain of debt. Loan sharks arrived, and in the chaos, Eldest Brother Fang shielded him, only to have his leg shattered, leaving him permanently disabled. His father was hospitalized again—this time, he didn’t survive. His mother passed soon after. Second Sister Fang, desperate to settle his debts, married a widower, using the dowry to clear Fang Zhiyi’s name.
Still, Fang Zhiyi didn’t change. Then came a stroke of luck: their home was marked for demolition, and with the compensation money, he resumed his carefree life, living lavishly with his girlfriend, Wang Qianqian.
Miraculously, his reckless ventures even turned a profit—though he never spared a thought for his crippled brother or faraway sister, indulging only himself.
Wang Qianqian was… not the brightest.
Like the time she shattered a jade bracelet in a store, or when her car rolled backward into another vehicle, only for her to snap, "Yes, I reversed poorly, but you rear-ended me—so it’s your fault!"
The crowning idiocy? Buying an outrageously expensive vase, insisting it was an antique. Fang Zhiyi had it appraised—only to discover it was a fake. He beat Wang Qianqian black and blue, but she sobbed, blaming him for getting it "switched" during the appraisal.
Still, when Fang Zhiyi learned she was pregnant, he married her. Not long after, he suddenly collapsed and died—ending his wretched life. Wang Qianqian was arrested soon after: for poisoning him.
"Em… this guy was a real piece of work, huh?" Fang Zhiyi mused.
Little Hei nodded. "Compared to you, he was downright pathetic."
"Enough chatter. You’re holding back details, aren’t you?"
Little Hei admitted, "True. Wang Qianqian had a friend, Gao Jie, who fed her terrible advice and excelled at spreading rumors."
The next scene showed Gao Jie watching Wang Qianqian being hauled away by police, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"I don’t really get what she gained from it," Little Hei said.
Fang Zhiyi smirked. "Gained? You don’t understand the concept of ‘frenemies,’ do you?"
He glanced down at his clothes, then looked up—only to see his mother standing before him.
"Third Son, I’ve paid your debts. You mustn’t gamble again!" Her face was lined with wrinkles, her white hair disheveled.
Fang Zhiyi cursed the original owner inwardly but wore a repentant expression. "Mom, I was wrong. I won’t do it again."
She studied him, distrust clear in her eyes—she knew her son too well. With a sigh, she left.
Stepping outside, Fang Zhiyi saw Second Sister Fang doing handicrafts—extra work after her job to help repay debts. She lowered her head when she noticed him, silent. Words failed her when it came to her brother.
Fang's Father and Eldest Brother Fang were out working odd jobs—despite Fang's Father being past retirement age—all because of Fang Zhiyi’s mess.
As Fang Zhiyi headed for the door, Fang's Mother called out, "Third Son, where are you going?"
He waved her off. "Just taking a walk! Be back soon!"
The sigh behind him was unmistakable.
The economy was just recovering, poised for a boom in the coming years. Opportunities were everywhere—why waste it on gambling?
Little Hei shrank under Fang Zhiyi’s stare. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I’ve got an idea…"
At dinner, the Fang family gathered around a meager meal: a salted egg, pickled vegetables, and a bowl of boiled greens. The mood was heavy.
"Where’s Third Son?" Fang's Father grumbled.
Fang's Mother hesitated. "He said he needed air. Probably feeling cooped up."
Li Cuixia, Eldest Brother Fang’s wife, snorted. "Or he’s off gambling again."
Eldest Brother Fang glared. "Shut up and eat."
Li Cuixia huffed. She didn’t care—had it not been for that useless brother-in-law, their lives wouldn’t be like this.
"Am I wrong?"
"Let’s just eat," Second Sister Fang murmured.
But worry hung over the table. Every time Fang Zhiyi left, he either stirred trouble or gambled. They never knew when debt collectors would storm in.
As they silently shoveled rice, Fang Zhiyi returned. "Eating, huh?" he quipped, effortlessly mimicking the original’s smug tone.
"Third Son’s back! Let me get you a bowl," Fang's Mother said, rising—her doting unchanged.
"Mom, sit. I’ll serve myself." Fang Zhiyi fetched a bowl and scooped rice, frowning at the sparse dishes.
Noticing, Fang's Mother forced a smile. "We didn’t get much today. Bear with it. Tomorrow, I’ll buy whatever you want."
"Such different treatment for sons," Li Cuixia muttered.
Fang Zhiyi shot her a look but stayed silent. Though sharp-tongued, she’d done her duty as a sister-in-law despite the original’s misdeeds.
"Can’t you keep quiet?" Eldest Brother Fang snapped.
As tensions flared, Fang Zhiyi cut in, "Easy, easy. It’s all my fault, okay?"
The table froze. Fang Zhiyi never apologized.
"Little Brother… did you borrow money again?" Second Sister Fang asked cautiously.
Fang Zhiyi blinked. What?
Then it hit him—for the original, humility only meant he needed something.
What a bastard.
"No debts. But I do have something to discuss."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
] [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!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
