Wu Dabao was stunned, watching Fang Zhiyi crush the cotton candy into a small ball and toss it into his mouth. Though not young, Wu Dabao had been spoiled at home; despite his height of 1.67 meters, he still acted like an overgrown man-child. He immediately felt upset.
"You..."
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. "Huh? What's the matter?"
Fang Jingtong, standing behind them, saw her son at a disadvantage and quickly stepped forward. She pulled Wu Dabao behind her, her smile instantly turning into a scolding expression. "Brother, that's not right! A grown man like you, snatching food from a child? People would laugh if they heard!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at her. "Didn't he bring it for me? Or was it just for show, to humor me?"
At these words, Fang Jingtong paused for a moment, then immediately changed her tune. "Oh, you silly child! Look at you, making such a fuss over a cotton candy. If you wanted some, would your uncle not buy it for you?"
Just then, Wu Xiaobao, who had been hiding behind Fang Jingtong, had a sudden idea. He pulled a crumpled piece of bubble gum from his pocket and offered it to Fang Zhiyi like a treasure. "Uncle, I saved this especially for you!"
Fang Zhiyi saw it clearly out of the corner of his eye: the boy's other hand, hidden behind his back, was tightly clutching half a pack of chocolate, the wrapper almost crushed—clearly another act. But he didn't expose him, just smiled and patted Wu Xiaobao's head. "Xiaobao is so good. Uncle doesn't want this, you keep it." As he spoke, he pulled a five-yuan note from his own pocket and tucked it into Wu Xiaobao's hand. "Here, pocket money from your uncle. Buy some snacks you like."
Wu Xiaobao was overjoyed. A piece of bubble gum for five yuan? He completely missed the almost fiery glare from Wu Dabao beside him. Why did his brother get money for putting on an act, while he not only lost his cotton candy but got nothing?
At that very moment, the door opened again. Fang Yu walked in with her head down. Her hair was dotted with grease stains, the cuffs of her school uniform were frayed, and there were mud splashes on her trousers. In her hand, she clutched a faded canvas bag containing the dirty work clothes she changed out of after her shift at the restaurant. Looking up and seeing the harmonious scene of Fang Jingtong and her sons in the living room, her body visibly stiffened. She nervously tightened her grip on the bag strap, wanting only to slip back to her room to change and then go to the kitchen to cook.
"Ew, she stinks all over," Wu Xiaobao mocked, pinching his nose. Knowing his uncle disliked this sister, he felt completely unrestrained. Wu Dabao also looked over and snorted coldly.
Fang Jingtong, wearing her standard fake smile, stepped forward and "concernedly" patted Fang Yu's arm, deliberately avoiding the greasy spots. "Xiao Yu, you're back? How did you get into such a state? A girl should be clean and tidy to be presentable. Look at your two younger brothers, aren't they always neat and fresh?"
Fang Yu gave an awkward half-smile and tried to slip past them with her head down, but then she heard Fang Zhiyi suddenly speak up. "Wait a minute!"
All eyes instantly focused on him. Smirks of anticipation appeared on Wu Dabao and Wu Xiaobao's faces; they were waiting to see Fang Yu get scolded! Fang Jingtong also secretly curled the corner of her mouth, gloating inwardly: Hmph, now you're in for it. Let's see how you stay in this house!
"Your aunt is right! Come with me!" Fang Zhiyi grabbed Fang Yu and pulled her into the inner room. Seeing that she was about to get another lecture, a triumphant smile spread across Fang Jingtong's face. Just wait, soon there'll be no place for you in this family!
Fang Yu looked at her father nervously. She knew he didn't like her.
Fang Zhiyi's voice was loud. "Look at you! Working at that lousy restaurant every day, getting covered in grease! What will people say if they see you? That I, Fang Zhiyi, abuse my daughter, that I won't even give her clean clothes to wear?"
Fang Yu bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes but stubbornly refusing to fall. The next second, however, she suddenly felt several hundred-yuan bills being pressed into her hand.
"Go get yourself cleaned up! Don't embarrass me outside!" Fang Zhiyi's tone was still gruff, but the action of handing her the money was somewhat stiff, as if afraid of hurting her.
Fang Yu was completely bewildered. She stared blankly at the money in her hand, then looked up at Fang Zhiyi.
She could clearly feel herself flinching when her father's fingers touched her. Fang Zhiyi's eyes noticeably darkened, a pang of discomfort hitting him. He pressed the money more firmly into her hand. "Quit that lousy job tomorrow! Waiting tables and washing dishes every day—people will think I can't afford to support you!"
Hearing that the people outside seemed to have lost interest and gone to watch TV, Fang Zhiyi turned around and rummaged for a bit, then took out a photo of Fang Yu's deceased mother.
"I know... you resent me for treating you poorly before, but..." Fang Zhiyi clenched his fist. Think, you blockhead, think! His gaze fell on the photo in the frame, and he immediately found an excuse.
“Because seeing you always reminds me of your mother. I... sigh, it's all my fault for not taking better care of her.”
Fang Yu was at a loss. Why was her father suddenly saying these things?
"I... wanted you to learn to be independent." That was the only explanation Fang Zhiyi could come up with. "In case I'm not around someday, you won't be too heartbroken."
Fang Yu's mind was in chaos. All along, she had known her father didn't like her, even resented her for being a girl. But today...
"Did I ever take her bike riding?" Fang Zhiyi asked Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei shook his head.
"Buy her a doll?"
Xiao Hei shook his head.
"Uh... go fishing?"
Xiao Hei shook his head.
"Seriously? Not a single parent-child activity?"
Xiao Hei nodded.
"Damn, a complete bastard!"
He took a deep breath. "You're older now. I didn't stop you when you dropped out of school because I wanted to see what you planned to do."
Fang Yu spoke up. "Dad..." After uttering that word, she fell silent for a few seconds. "It's because I heard Auntie tell you that schooling was useless for a girl, and you agreed... so..."
Fang Zhiyi now felt an urge to skin the original owner of this body alive. Fortunately, he restrained himself. "You think I didn't know you were eavesdropping?"
Fang Yu looked up in surprise.
"That was to test your resilience. After all these years, you should have learned to think for yourself. Who knew you'd just drop out after hearing a few words? Really... so disappointing."
Even Fang Zhiyi felt a bit shameless, but there was no other way now.
Fang Yu lowered her head again, her eyes misting over. "I thought... I thought..."
"You thought what? That I picked you up from a garbage dump? Bullshit." Fang Zhiyi put his hands behind his back, inexplicably feeling somewhat justified. "You're my daughter, understand?"
Hearing this, Fang Yu could no longer hold back her tears.
Fang Zhiyi felt flustered. Now he was cursing not only the original owner, but himself as well.
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."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
