Chen Nian's younger brother hadn't suffered much hardship to begin with, and after having Fang Mingyu as a personal ATM, he'd long since gotten a swelled head: "Exactly, is this even a place for you people to sit?"
"Hey? Where did you lot come from? Don't you know the rules? The front tables are for our own family. I should be asking where you popped up from!"
"What 'own family'? Our relationship with Mingyu..." Chen's Mother couldn't hold back.
"Could you possibly be closer than us?" Second Brother Fang rolled his eyes. "We're his uncles, aunts, and cousins! Who the hell do you think you are?"
Chen's Father's face darkened: "Our Nian Nian has relied on Mingyu's help. In terms of affection..."
Just then, Fang Zhiyi happened to wander over. Hearing this, he stared at his relatives: "Help? I seem to have heard something about certain people taking Mingyu's money and still thinking he's a fool."
Fang Xiaoyan didn't let the remark hang. She immediately caught on: "Really? Some people these days, give them an inch and they try to take a mile, really acting like other people's money grows on trees?"
"Is this Mingyu really that stupid?"
Fang Zhiyi drifted away again.
Chen Nian grew anxious: "We didn't! Brother Mingyu helped me willingly!"
Second Brother Fang sneered: "Willingly? Afraid you used some tricks, didn't you? A young girl like you, what are you thinking about all day?" He hated two kinds of people most in his life: those who took advantage of others, and those who stopped him from taking advantage of others. From what Fang Zhiyi implied, hadn't this family taken plenty of advantage of Fang Mingyu?
Chen's Father's face turned pale then red, clearly embarrassed. He slammed the table: "We'll pay it back eventually! Unlike you lot, who only know how to freeload!" He had seen clearly—the cigarettes on the table had instantly been pocketed by these people.
"Who's freeloading?" Someone else slammed the table. "We're Mingyu's relatives. What's wrong with eating and drinking a bit of his? Since when does an outsider like you get to butt in?"
The atmosphere at the table instantly became explosive. The Chen family felt that as beneficiaries of his kindness, they deserved preferential treatment from Fang Mingyu, while the Fang family, considering themselves true family, naturally couldn't tolerate outsiders overstepping. In short, they all wanted benefits from Fang Mingyu.
The guests around had noticed the commotion. Fang Zhiyi, like a wandering spirit, passed by again a moment later.
"Stop arguing. We're all relatives and friends."
His words were light, but his eyes were full of encouragement, making the Fang family even more agitated.
Fang Mingyu was dumbfounded and wanted to go over, but Lin Wei pulled him back: "You can't handle this. Don't you see Dad is over there?" She was also somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected that unreasonable old man Fang Zhiyi to accidentally hit the mark—it was quite satisfying.
However, she didn't manage to stop Fang Mingyu either. He hurried out and found security, who immediately came in and separated the two groups who had already started shoving each other.
The Chen family was relocated to a corner, while the Fang family remained at the front tables. Second Brother Fang even took the opportunity to taunt them, infuriating the Chens. But more than these relatives, what they hated most at that moment was Fang Mingyu!
He actually just watched their family get bullied and didn't come to help!
They didn't know Fang Mingyu had been firmly held back by his wife.
The wedding proceeded as usual. Fang Zhiyi watched the couple on the stage with an air of detached wisdom: "Little Hei, tell me, since she came to marry Fang Mingyu, what about the original host?"
Little Hei replied: "Usually, for them to take action, a soul price has been paid. The original host probably can't come back."
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
After all the commotion was finally over, Fang Mingyu arranged a hotel for the Chen family, which slightly dissipated their displeasure.
But when arranging for the Fang relatives, Fang Zhiyi waved his hand grandly: "We're all family, why be picky? Any place to stay is fine!" Fang Mingyu didn't argue, so several Fang relatives were put up in an ordinary guesthouse.
Lin Wei was still thinking about how to deal with these ungrateful people. But as soon as the couple returned home, Fang Zhiyi began his unreasonable demands.
"Starting today, I'm living here," Fang Zhiyi declared.
Fang Mingyu was surprised. He remembered his father was unwilling to leave their hometown. It wasn't that he hadn't offered to bring him to the city, but the old man had stubbornly refused. Now that he was offering himself, it was a good thing.
"But!" Fang Zhiyi's tone shifted. "All your money must be handed over to me for safekeeping! You're young and spend recklessly. Now you have a mortgage to pay. Someone needs to manage your money."
Fang Mingyu was taken aback: "Dad... that's not..."
Fang Zhiyi slapped the table: "What, grown your wings, have you? I'm old and still willing to manage your money for you. Are you afraid I'll use it?"
Fang Mingyu muttered: "Haven't you always used money to help others..."
"What did you say!"
Fang Mingyu wanted to argue, but his wife pulled him back. A calculating glint flashed in Lin Wei's eyes: "Let's listen to Dad. Dad means well for us."
She was pleasantly surprised. Dealing with the Chen family was most troublesome because of Fang Mingyu. She hadn't expected this unreasonable old man to solve the problem. With the money in his hands, what could Fang Mingyu use to aid the Chens?
Lin Wei was starting to find Fang Zhiyi somewhat agreeable.
With a two-against-one vote, Fang Mingyu could only reluctantly agree. Fang Zhiyi immediately took his bank card and made a show of recording the transaction.
"Dad, I still need to give the Chen family travel money tomorrow? The whole family's round trip costs a lot," Fang Mingyu said, watching his father transfer all the funds to his own account.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "The Chen family? Oh, those people you do your 'good deeds' for? You don't even take care of your own relatives, and you care about outsiders? Too much free time?"
"But..."
"No way. Let them figure it out themselves. Did you invite them?"
"No, they came on their own, saying they wanted to thank me."
"Thank you? Spending your money, then asking you for travel expenses—that's how they thank you?" Fang Zhiyi stood up and kicked him. Fang Mingyu took the hit and stumbled back two steps. Lin Wei made no move to stop him; she felt he really deserved that.
"Anyway, from today on, I'm in charge of your money. If you sneak around doing stupid things again, I'll go to your company and tell your boss how you mistreat the elderly!" Fang Zhiyi stood with his hands on his hips, the picture of a scoundrel.
Fang Mingyu huffed and puffed for a while. Seeing his wife wasn't going to speak up for him either, he could only sullenly return to the bedroom.
His wedding night was filled with frustration.
Even more frustrated than him were the Chen family, who were currently discussing the day's events.
"He did it on purpose! Looking down on our family for attending the wedding!"
"Exactly! And he had the nerve to say back then, 'come to me if you have difficulties,' only to put us up in such a dump!" Chen Nian's younger brother chimed in.
Chen Nian opened her mouth to speak but stopped. This hotel cost over a thousand a night—it wasn't that bad, was it? In the past, she wouldn't have dared to imagine staying in such a place.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
