Did I just come into a windfall?
He looked around and immediately decided to leave this place first.
The onlooker, Xiao Hei, followed him all the way. Watching Li Chengfeng begin to splurge without any restraint, it shook its head with a sigh and left.
Only a day later, Li Chengfeng's streak of bad luck arrived.
He was just having breakfast when he heard a series of hurried footsteps. Li Chengfeng turned around in surprise.
A group of thugs carrying clubs saw him: "Here he is! This bastard is here!"
Li Chengfeng didn't understand what was happening, but he knew very well that if he didn't run now, he was done for. So he began to flee for his life, with a crowd shouting and chasing after him.
He finally managed to shake off that group, only to run into another at the next corner, who were also after him.
Li Chengfeng once again embarked on a journey of escape.
Relying on his memory, he ran into his own turf. But before he could even catch his breath, his good buddy saw him with a look of astonishment: "Holy shit, Ah Feng, you still dare to show your face?"
Li Chengfeng was utterly confused.
Although not the best at explaining, his buddy managed to clarify the situation for him.
"Damn, you're insane! I heard you ran off right after getting out of the detention room, looted a gambling den, robbed the boss of the Dongsheng Gang, then turned around and smashed up the Saigon docks. You're famous now, everyone's looking for you!"
Li Chengfeng's eyes widened. Hadn't he been waiting for Fang Yu the whole time?
He wanted to explain, but his buddy grabbed his hand: "Wow, you're really something, you even went and put on the watch. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you're in deep, deep trouble."
Li Chengfeng looked down in shock at the watch on his wrist, his thoughts returning to those two men from yesterday.
"Someone's framing me!"
His buddy didn't believe him at all: "Yeah, someone's paying to frame you. Why doesn't that kind of good fortune ever frame me?"
As he spoke, noisy sounds erupted again, forcing Li Chengfeng to switch back into escape mode.
Listening to Xiao Hei's report, Fang Zhiyi didn't say a word. Instead, he smiled as he watched his daughter in front of him talk about things at school.
"I must say, your framing trick is pretty ruthless."
"What else? Should I waste time dealing with him personally? Why would I? I'm jade, he's a common tile. Why should I stoop to his level? A small-time hoodlum should have the awareness of a small-time hoodlum." Fang Zhiyi didn't even change his expression.
Xiao Hei glanced at Fang Yu again and sighed: "It hasn't been long, but this child has changed so much."
"Love can make flowers bloom," Fang Zhiyi said.
The features Xiao Hei had conjured up scrunched together: "Eww... that's so corny. Shut up."
The "fertilizing" Fang Zhiyi spoke of was proceeding in an orderly manner.
He specifically found Wu Tian a "lucrative position." The job seemed ordinary but held the power to approve security deposits and guarantees for merchants setting up shop. It had plenty of loopholes, perfectly suited to Wu Tian's greedy nature.
For Fang Jingtong, Fang Zhiyi was even more "considerate": "Jingtong, when you go out, don't be stingy. Buy a few decent sets of clothes and jewelry. Don't let people think our Fang family has no one." Clutching the banknotes in the envelope, Fang Jingtong grinned from ear to ear: "Brother, you're so good! You really understand me!" She completely failed to notice that the "clothing allowance" Fang Zhiyi gave her was just enough to buy a few imitation pieces that could let her mingle in wealthy social circles but were never quite good enough to truly hold her own. This was exactly the effect Fang Zhiyi wanted—letting her taste the sweetness of vanity while forever living in the anxiety of keeping up with the Joneses.
His "favoritism" towards his two nephews was even more deliberate and blatant.
Every morning, he would always "secretly" pull Wu Xiaobao aside, slip him ten or twenty dollars in pocket money, and make sure Wu Dabao saw it. When buying snacks, he would only ever buy imported chocolate for Wu Xiaobao, while Wu Dabao got five-cent spicy strips. Even when Wu Xiaobao broke a vase, he would just laugh and say, "It's normal for kids to be mischievous." But if Wu Dabao merely stained a sofa cover, he would "sternly" scold him.
One day after school, watching the ice cream in Wu Xiaobao's hand, Wu Dabao finally couldn't take it anymore. He snatched the ice cream, threw it on the ground, and yelled, "Why do you always get pocket money? Why does Uncle only like you?"
Wu Xiaobao didn't back down either, pouncing to scratch his face: "Uncle just likes me more! You're just a worthless nobody no one loves!"
The two boys wrestled on the ground. When Fang Jingtong arrived, without asking what happened, she pulled Wu Dabao aside and scolded him: "Why do you always bully your younger brother? If Uncle finds out, he definitely won't let you off!"
Tears welling in his eyes, Wu Dabao shouted, "Mom, you're biased! You only love him, not me!" After saying that, he ran back to his room and slammed the door hard. Fang Jingtong didn't pay it any mind. Her head was full of her date that evening with the handsome cooking class instructor; how could she spare a thought for her eldest son's grievances?
Later, as soon as Fang Zhiyi returned home, Wu Xiaobao stood in front of him: "Uncle!"
Seeing the black eye on the boy's face, Fang Zhiyi's anger instantly showed: "Did that wretched brother of yours hit you again?"
Wu Xiaobao nodded: "He ambushed me!"
"Uncle will get revenge for you!" Fang Zhiyi strode into the house. Moments later, Wu Dabao's indignant voice could be heard: "Why are you only hitting me? What right do you have to hit me?"
Fang Zhiyi shouted: "What right? The right because you're not as good as Xiaobao! The right because you're inferior to Xiaobao in every way!"
Furious, Wu Dabao yelled: "You sonless bastard! What right do you have to hit me!"
But she never forgot her own goals. Hearing her eldest son's curses, her face changed color. She rushed into the room and, seeing Fang Zhiyi's livid expression, Fang Jingtong made the most correct choice.
"Slap!"
"You hit me?" It took Wu Dabao a long moment to react.
Fang Jingtong felt a pang of heartache, but looking at Fang Zhiyi's expression, she knew she had to keep up the act: "How could you say that to your uncle!"
Wu Dabao protested: "But it was clearly you..."
"Slap!"
This slap was even harder than the last one. Fang Jingtong withdrew her hand, her expression clearly flustered.
Wu Dabao covered his face and rushed out. Wu Xiaobao watched with smug satisfaction.
"Big brother, he's still young, just talking nonsense." Fang Jingtong watched her son's retreating back but had to explain to Fang Zhiyi first. "Please don't take it to heart. That child is becoming more and more unreasonable."
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Young? He's over ten years old, still young? When I was his age, I was already carrying stones to earn money!"
Fang Jingtong could only lower her head in silence. After all, they were all depending on Fang Zhiyi now. Recently, she had become especially keen on participating in those "ladies' group" activities; without her big brother's money, she would be utterly humiliated.
She always had a vague feeling that something was off at home lately, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her once harmonious sons had started attacking each other; she just chalked it up to them being at a rebellious age. Her big brother had arranged a job for her husband, who now left early and returned late... that seemed fine too.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
