What made her even angrier was that Wang Qianqian was also demanding she pay for medical expenses!
Yang Huan certainly wasn't going to back down. She turned right around and demanded Wang Qianqian compensate the company for its losses. When this was brought up, Wang Qianqian acted as if it were only natural: "So what?"
Yang Huan also called Fang Zhiyi, but he was completely indifferent on the other end of the line.
"She's just a friend, not a close one. Boss Yang, I was just asking if you could arrange something. Anything else has nothing to do with me!"
After much exhausting bickering, it finally ended.
Wang Qianqian went home bruised and battered. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and she couldn't help but burst into wailing sobs. Gao Jie, who had come to see her, stood outside the door. Hearing the cries, she was first shocked, then a hint of schadenfreude flickered across her face. She composed her expression before knocking.
"Xiao Jie! They bullied me! Waaah..." Wang Qianqian threw herself onto her, nearly knocking Gao Jie to the ground.
Gao Jie cursed inwardly but comforted her out loud: "There, there, I know, I know."
But when she took a good look at Wang Qianqian's appearance, she almost laughed out loud.
However, what she hadn't expected was that even after all this, Fang Zhiyi would still send someone to deliver things to Wang Qianqian, and there was still nothing for her, as if he had forgotten her entirely.
This threw Gao Jie's heart completely off balance.
Fang Zhiyi must be blind!
But she caught onto a piece of information: Fang Zhiyi had specifically mentioned the name Yang Huan several times.
Combined with what Wang Qianqian had said, she could deduce that this was the result of two women fighting over a man. Looking at the exquisite handbag in Wang Qianqian's hand, the jealousy in Gao Jie's heart made her start scheming again.
A week later, Fang Zhiyi, having some free time again after dealing with his mother and sister-in-law's pressure to get married, told them he had broken up. His family lectured him, but no one could do anything about him.
Fang Wanyun rushed in hurriedly.
"Little brother! Something's happened!"
"Second sister, don't talk nonsense, I'm fine."
"Oh, not you." Fang Wanyun's speaking skills had improved a lot, but she still stumbled when flustered.
Fortunately, Xu Nian, who followed closely behind, filled in the gaps.
"Haven't you seen the news?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head.
"The life you lead... That Yang Huan, the one who asked you to be an undercover agent, had her face slashed with a knife. It's a big fuss."
"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi sat up.
"The perpetrator was caught right then and there. Just a young girl, still crying."
Fang Zhiyi nodded, then heard someone outside: "Who's Fang Zhiyi? Come with us!"
This stunned the whole family.
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi returned quickly. He was neither Wang Qianqian's boyfriend nor Yang Huan's boyfriend; he just happened to know both of them.
The doctor called in by the police determined that Wang Qianqian was mentally ill, especially as she continued to make a huge scene even at the station. She was eventually sent directly to a psychiatric hospital.
And Yang Huan also disappeared from the city.
Gao Jie hadn't expected that every time she went to find Fang Zhiyi, she would be turned away. This infuriated her. As she was walking home cursing one day, several masked men stuffed her into a sack and dragged her away.
When the sack was opened again, she saw the woman named Yang Huan. There was a horrifying scar on her face, making her look utterly ferocious.
"You, what do you want? I don't know you!" Gao Jie's voice trembled as she spoke.
Yang Huan glanced at her, her eyes full of venom. "Still pretending? I've already dealt with your good friend. She confessed it herself. It was you who taught her from behind the scenes to slash my face, right?"
"I... I just said it offhand! What does it have to do with me?" Gao Jie was terrified.
Yang Huan walked closer, a dagger gleaming in her hand. "You just said it offhand? Ha ha ha ha, do you know how much pain I'm in every day when I see this face?"
"What are you doing? Ah!!!"
Yang Huan's actions made even the people she brought with her involuntarily look away. This woman was too terrifying.
"Don't worry. After dealing with you, I'll deal with Fang Zhiyi, then Xu Nian. No one will get away! No one!"
She seemed like a mad demon.
As if to match her madness, the sound of police sirens rang out appropriately.
Little Shanzi watched the police cars surround the dilapidated courtyard, then put away his brick-like cell phone. "Brother Fang is really something, tsk."
Yang Huan's news shocked the city once again. Kidnapping, imprisonment, torture... Luckily, the victim didn't die. But it happened to coincide with a crackdown period. Yang Huan would probably spend the rest of her life inside.
Wang Qianqian was truly scared out of her wits. That gang had broken into her hospital room and pulled out several of her fingernails. Compared to Gao Jie, she was much luckier. Gao Jie not only had her face ruined but was also crippled in both legs.
On the day she was discharged, Wang Qianqian deliberately took a look at Gao Jie. Gao Jie sat in a wheelchair, staring dully at the small window, occasionally letting out a laugh. It looked quite horrifying.
Wang Qianqian's "foolishness" was incurable, but at least she figured out one thing: Fang Zhiyi was not someone to be messed with.
But soon, a familiar figure appeared before her again. Wang Qianqian was somewhat afraid.
"Don't be afraid. I heard you were discharged, so I came specifically to discuss something with you," Fang Zhiyi said with a smile.
Wang Qianqian lowered her head.
"Want a job?"
"A job?" Wang Qianqian looked up at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Your job is simple. Go work at other companies. I'll tell you where to go. You don't need to do anything special, just go to work."
"That simple?" Wang Qianqian was suspicious.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "That simple." He threw down a stack of money. "This is the payment."
Looking at the money, Wang Qianqian's suppressed sense of self-importance, buried under fear, began to resurface. "Okay!"
Fast-Travel Task Agent No. 3429 arrived in this world.
"System, is that Hunter here?"
"Possibly."
"Named Fang Zhiyi, right?"
"Yes, host. Please be careful. Notify for reinforcements if you find him."
"Afraid of him? What a joke!" The task agent was very disdainful.
He easily found Fang Zhiyi, but he miscalculated one thing: even if Fang Zhiyi did nothing, he could do nothing to him either.
"Brother Fang, what's the deal with that guy who came today? Is he looking for trouble?" Xu Nian asked with a serious expression.
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "Who knows."
"Alright, leave it to me." Xu Nian nodded. He always remembered Fang Zhiyi's kindness, not to mention they were now relatives. He couldn't let anyone threaten Fang Zhiyi.
"Host, it's not working! That's the male lead with great destiny! And he's already grown up!"
"Host, forceful methods won't work!"
"Host, you've gone bankrupt again. We're almost out of points."
"Host! The Heavenly Dao has detected your anomaly!"
"Host, run!"
Fang Zhiyi lived to eighty, never expecting Xu Nian to outlive him.
As he closed his eyes, Xu Nian whispered in his ear, "Although I don't know exactly who you are, I still want to thank you, brother-in-law."
"Call... call me brother..."
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?!
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
