"Didn't you say anything to him?" Fang Xiaoyan was drawn in by Fang Zhiyi's words, her mind already filled with thoughts of them coming to stay in the future.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head with a bitter smile: "What could an old man like me say?" He feigned surprise and looked into the distance, "Oh, speak of the devil, isn't that the Chen family right there?"
Everyone turned to see several members of the Chen family walking out of the hotel.
Second Brother Fang instinctively glanced back at the shabby little motel where he'd spent a miserable night, and a surge of anger shot through him.
"Brother! We can't let this slide!" he stood up, "We need to go have a word with them! Let them know the Fang family isn't to be trifled with!" His words were met with agreement from the others.
Fang Zhiyi had been waiting for this very line. He put away the liquor bottle and wiped his mouth. "I won't go. Wouldn't want them saying I'm pulling rank with my age."
Upon hearing this, Second Brother Fang led the group as they charged over aggressively. In no time, the two parties came face-to-face.
"You people..." Chen's Father recognized them—weren't these the Fang relatives they'd argued with yesterday?
"What do you mean, 'you people'?" Fang Xiaoyan planted her hands on her hips. "We're all Fangs, Fang Mingyu's own aunts and uncles! We heard your family is trying to scheme against Mingyu. We advise you to give up that idea right now!" Her eyes raked over them up and down, "Pah! Staying in a fancy hotel? You don't deserve it!"
Chen's Mother's face turned livid. "Our business with Mingyu is none of your concern! Back then, our Nian..."
"Back then, back then, that's all you ever talk about!" Second Brother Fang cut her off. "Mingyu helped you because he was foolish. If I'm not mistaken, the money he's given your family over the years is worth half your lives by now, isn't it? And you still want to cling on here? Shameless!"
The Chen family only had four people, so they were at a disadvantage in a shouting match. Thus, the physical altercation began when Chen's Father threw his cigarette butt into Second Brother Fang's face. Fang Xiaoyan grabbed Chen's Mother's hair and slammed it against the street guardrail. Chen's Father and Second Brother Fang grappled and rolled onto the ground. The two younger Fang members seized Chen Nian from both sides, and Chen Nian herself fought back with all the fury she could muster. Chen Xiaogang stood there dumbfounded, too afraid to step in.
Fang Zhiyi didn't stick around to watch the show. He left as soon as the two groups started fighting.
Upon returning home, he found Fang Mingyu with a furrowed brow. Fang Mingyu saw him and said, "Dad... I..."
Fang Zhiyi interrupted him, "How did I end up with a son like you?"
"Huh?" Fang Mingyu was at a loss.
"Other people, after getting married, know to take their wives out for that, that... what's it called?" He looked at Lin Wei.
Lin Wei supplied the word: "Honeymoon."
"Right! And here you are, staying home. Afraid I'll steal your house?" Fang Zhiyi wore an expression of displeasure.
"No... I..." Fang Mingyu looked to Lin Wei for help, but surprisingly, Lin Wei, who usually supported him, didn't take his side today.
"Dad, we'd like to go, but we don't have the money," Lin Wei said.
Fang Mingyu thought of a good idea. Yes, if the old man just gave him the money for the honeymoon, he could also give the Chen family some explanation.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Fang Zhiyi opened it, and two people walked in.
"Mr. Fang, I presume? The international honeymoon itinerary you commissioned us to plan is complete," a chubby man said with a smile.
Fang Zhiyi snorted, "What money? I've already booked your tickets." He pulled out a card and handed it to Lin Wei. "You spend money like water, boy. My daughter-in-law will manage it."
He didn't believe this 'task-taker' would let the money fall into the Chen family's hands.
"But I..." Fang Mingyu was bewildered.
The portly travel agent chuckled, "Mr. Fang, the flight departs in two hours. If you don't go, the previous fees are non-refundable." He didn't understand why this old man had come first thing in the morning to arrange such a rushed trip, but with money to be made, he wasn't about to refuse.
"Huh?"
Fang Zhiyi looked furious. "What do you mean, 'huh'? I'm telling you, I've spent my burial savings on this. If you waste it, I'll hang myself at the entrance of your company tomorrow!"
Fang Mingyu couldn't help but picture the scene. He knew his unreasonable old father was fully capable of doing just that! This was also why he was afraid of Fang Zhiyi.
And so, in a state of complete confusion, he was dragged away by Lin Wei.
By the time he collected his thoughts, the plane had already taken off.
As soon as they left, Fang Zhiyi began stretching his limbs. Hehe, kid, today I'll teach you what it means that you can't be too careful!
Both the Chen and Fang families ended up at the police station. They were all seeing red by now. Chen's Mother had a large clump of hair torn out, Second Brother Fang's face was scratched up, and even Chen Nian was sporting two black eyes.
After hearing the account of the incident, the Fang family received a warning. However, since Chen's Father had thrown the first punch, the matter could only be handled through mediation. But then a problem arose: the Chen family had no money, or rather, they were unwilling to spend any. So, out of habit, they started calling Fang Mingyu, but his phone was consistently unreachable.
Chen Nian felt a growing panic. She sensed her opportunity slipping away bit by bit, but there was nothing to be done. They could only painfully withdraw money from their own card to pay for treatment.
The Fang family's situation was considerably better. After all, they had more people and hadn't suffered much. They made a symbolic trip to the hospital and then swaggered out, planning to go to Fang Mingyu's house to see the place. Fang Zhiyi naturally agreed wholeheartedly.
"Brother, this place isn't bad, just a bit small. Can't compare to our big house back in the countryside," Second Brother Fang remarked, looking around.
Fang Xiaoyan sat on the sofa, similarly critiquing the decor.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly chuckled.
Someone looked at him, puzzled.
Fang Zhiyi waved a hand. "It feels like an old friend visiting. Somehow it all seems a bit familiar."
Fortunately, their attention remained fixed on the house.
"Why are there still so many appliances in their boxes?" someone asked.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "We just moved in, haven't had time to unpack everything yet. Their things are precious, I don't dare touch them."
"At first glance, it looks like they're about to move."
"Hahaha."
"Where are Mingyu and his wife?"
"Ah, the young couple went off on their honeymoon."
"What a waste of money!"
Fang Zhiyi even generously let them stay.
Meanwhile, on the Chen family's side, Chen Nian finally managed to get through to Fang Mingyu. However, the signal was poor, and in the end, she only managed to get their home address. The Chen family rushed over in a frantic hurry.
At the entrance of the residential complex, they saw Fang Zhiyi walking out with his hands clasped behind his back. Chen's Father remembered seeing this man before and was sure they were in the right place.
So, when they eagerly knocked on the door, the faces that greeted them upon opening it were the last ones they ever wanted to see again.
"What are you doing here?"
"We're Fang Mingyu's elders. Can't we stay here?"
Chen's Mother blurted out, "That Fang Mingyu did this on purpose!"
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."
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.
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
