Thinking about the male teacher Mrs. Ma introduced her to today, Fang Jingtong felt a little thrill. Why hadn't she discovered such a fun thing before? Did she really have to stick with this family for the rest of her life?
Sometimes, when you find a corner of a building damaged, it's highly likely the whole structure is already on the verge of collapse.
When she was successfully fooling around with the handsome teacher in the hotel room, the teacher's wife, alerted by a tip-off, stormed in with a group of people. She grabbed Fang Jingtong's hair and started hitting her: "You vixen! How dare you seduce my husband!" Fang Jingtong was beaten, her face covered in scratches, and her clothes torn to shreds. It wasn't until the hotel security arrived that they were pulled apart.
News of Fang Jingtong's affair quickly spread like wildfire. After returning home, she had to face Wu Tian's fury. Wu Tian had become much more assertive lately, feeling that since he could earn money now, he was a man of status. However, the domineering Fang Jingtong wasn't having any of it. Their argument escalated into a physical fight.
Just as the fight was halfway through, police officers arrived and arrested Wu Tian, leaving Fang Jingtong utterly bewildered. Upon inquiry, she learned that Wu Tian had actually embezzled a large sum of public funds for gambling, with each amount being larger than the last. If not for someone reporting him, the losses would have been even more devastating.
As the officers led him away, Wu Tian didn't forget to turn back and curse at Fang Jingtong: "It's all your fault, you jinx!" Fang Jingtong collapsed onto the floor, staring at the empty house, her mind a complete blank.
But even worse was yet to come. Early the next morning, a neighbor came knocking: "Mrs. Fang! It's terrible! Your Dabao pushed Xiaobao into the river!" Fang Jingtong ran to the riverside like a madwoman. She saw Wu Xiaobao, already unconscious, being pulled from the water and taken away by an ambulance. Meanwhile, Wu Dabao was pinned to the ground by police officers, his face streaked with tears and hatred: "I wanted him dead! He's always taking my things! And none of you ever care about me!"
The officers said his behavior necessitated being sent to a juvenile correctional facility.
Fang Jingtong rushed to the hospital. Seeing her younger son covered in tubes in the ICU, and thinking of her arrested husband and eldest son, she was on the verge of a complete breakdown.
Staggering, she ran back to Fang Zhiyi's house. As soon as she entered, she saw Fang Zhiyi reading with Fang Yu. Fang Yu was wearing a brand-new dress, her hair neatly combed, a calm smile on her face. Where was the timid, grease-stained girl from before? A sense of crisis, mixed with a feeling of betrayal, surged violently in Fang Jingtong's heart.
"Big brother! What are you bringing her back here for?"
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. "She's my daughter. Do I need a reason to bring her home?"
Fang Jingtong felt a knot of anger in her chest. "Are you seeing that both my nephews are in trouble now, so you want her to inherit the family fortune? Dream on! I'm telling you, the Fang uncles will never agree to let a worthless girl inherit anything!" Her mind was a muddled mess, and she blurted out whatever came to her, revealing her own motives.
Fang Zhiyi smiled brightly. "No. Do you even know what you're saying?"
Fang Jingtong had lost all composure, becoming somewhat hysterical. "I don't care! You have to help get my husband and son out! You must save them!"
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at Fang Yu. "What do you think we should do now?"
Fang Yu shook her head nervously.
"How did she treat you before?"
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, images of her aunt's smiling face flashing in her mind.
"My, isn't this little Yu? So adorable." Although her words were praising, the fingers pinching her cheek were extremely forceful, hurting her so much she almost cried.
"Little Yu, you're a girl. You don't need to eat so much. You won't look good if you get fat." Fang Yu watched longingly as the meat was picked up by her aunt and given to her two cousins.
"What are you staring at? Go wash the clothes now! Should I tell your dad when he gets back, huh?" When her father was at work, her aunt didn't even bother pretending anymore.
Fang Yu closed her eyes. She could still vividly remember the marks her aunt's pinches left on her arm.
"So now... you can kick her out. Then tell her this is your home." Fang Zhiyi said gently.
Fang Yu opened her eyes. Though still somewhat timid, she seemed much more resolute than before.
All those suppressed feelings of grievance and anger suddenly welled up in her heart. She stepped forward, grabbed Fang Jingtong's arm, and said word by word, "Aunt, you've been eating our food, living in our house, and always bullying me. Now your family is in trouble—you brought it on yourself. It has nothing to do with us!"
"You little bitch, how dare you lecture me?" Fang Jingtong raised her hand to hit Fang Yu, but Fang Zhiyi caught her wrist. "Try laying a finger on my daughter," Fang Zhiyi's eyes were as cold as ice. "This is my house. Now, get out."
Fang Zhiyi shoved and dragged the still-screaming, crazed Fang Jingtong towards the door with all his might. Fang Jingtong struggled, cursing loudly. Suddenly, Fang Yu raised her hand and slapped her aunt twice across the face with sharp cracks.
She had actually been hit by that wretched girl? Fang Jingtong was stunned. Fang Yu immediately seized the moment, yanking her and pushing her out the door.
Finally snapping back to reality, Fang Jingtong resorted to her usual tactic of making a scene: "Everyone, come look! Fang Zhiyi has no conscience! I'm his own sister, and he's throwing me out! And this worthless girl dares to bully me too!"
Her voice was enormous, quickly drawing a crowd of neighbors and passersby.
Fang Yu rubbed her slightly sore palm, looking at the gathering crowd and starting to feel nervous again. "Dad, what do we do?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled slightly. "This is what I want to teach you. Sometimes, waiting after making an investment isn't necessarily meaningless."
As neighbors began gossiping, their voices grew louder.
"How does she have the nerve to cry? Mr. Fang has been so good to that whole family of parasites!"
"Exactly, I heard he paid the tuition for both her sons and even found her drunkard husband a good job."
"Not just that. I heard he was afraid she'd get bored, so he paid for her to join some training class for rich ladies. And what does she do? Goes and becomes a mistress. Tsk tsk."
People love drama. Those who didn't know the story immediately perked up their ears upon hearing such juicy details.
Seeing she had an audience, a well-informed auntie began to elaborate, starting from when the family moved in and ending with their self-destructive antics.
"Serves them right!"
"And she still has the gall to cry here?"
"I heard her husband got Mr. Fang fired from his job!"
Fang Yu turned to look at her father.
"Dad, you lost your job?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Yes, I did." Though he had resigned himself—the company was too inhumane, not even offering weekends off and demanding unpaid overtime.
When Fang Yu looked back at Fang Jingtong, there was an extra layer of loathing in her eyes.
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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...
