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.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
