That evening, when Fang Yunyun returned home and learned about the incident, she actually blamed Fang Zhiyi as well: "Dad, you were exactly this harsh with me when I was a child, never on my side! What if you had scared Xiaoqun?"
Fang Zhiyi lowered his head in silence.
Chen Xiaoqun was a picky eater. He threw his vegetables on the floor and even splattered oil onto Fang Zhiyi's clothes. Fang Zhiyi wanted to teach him not to waste food, but who knew Chen Cai would act as if deliberately provoking him, piling meat into Chen Xiaoqun's bowl: "If you don't like vegetables, just eat meat! It's not like we can't afford it! Eat!"
"You can't..." Before Fang Zhiyi could finish, Fang Yunyun interrupted him: "Dad, there you go again. I still remember you hitting my hand with chopsticks when I was little because I didn't like greens. Can you please stop forcing your grandson?"
Fang Zhiyi closed his mouth.
In the middle of the night, Chen Cai came back from outside, making a noisy racket to wake Fang Yunyun, saying he wanted to take her to see the sunrise. The awakened Chen Xiaoqun, feeling envious, also wanted to go. Fang Zhiyi stopped him: "You have school tomorrow. Go back to sleep."
Who knew Chen Xiaoqun would immediately pout and start wailing. The crying attracted the drunken Chen Cai, who shot a glare at the flustered Fang Zhiyi and took his son's hand: "Come on, Dad will take you to have fun!"
Fang Zhiyi felt a sense of powerlessness. The next day, Chen Xiaoqun couldn't get out of bed at all. Fang Zhiyi could only apologize with an awkward smile while calling the teacher to ask for leave, only to be scolded by the teacher again, who said Chen Xiaoqun was mischievous in class, bullied classmates, and his grades were plummeting.
Fang Zhiyi wanted to discipline him, but he couldn't. Although he was the one taking care of the child, Fang Yunyun and her husband were like ghosts, always appearing just as he tried to educate the boy, followed by accusations. Over time, Chen Xiaoqun also began to resent his grandfather, even spitting at him.
Until one day, after drinking a bit, Chen Cai suddenly put on a fawning expression and said to Fang Zhiyi: "Dad, I heard from Yunyun that you're giving this house to her?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
"Hey, why bother with all that? Won't Yunyun just leave it to Xiaoqun later anyway? Why don't you just transfer it directly to Xiaoqun? I know a couple of friends. I'll go with you to handle the paperwork tomorrow, how about it?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at him. If his daughter hadn't married this man in the first place, he would have transferred the house to her long ago. Why wait until now? Seeing Fang Zhiyi silent, Chen Cai grew impatient: "Dad, say something! I still need to contact people!"
By the time Fang Yunyun returned home, the house was already filled with Chen Cai's shouts.
"I told you to give it to your grandson. He's your only grandson. It's not for me. Are you really that reluctant? Do you have an illegitimate child somewhere else?"
Fang Zhiyi's face turned pale, one hand clutching his chest.
Fang Yunyun rushed in. Seeing her, Chen Cai immediately went over and said something to her.
Fang Yunyun's tone was also harsh: "Dad, you're at this age, what are you holding onto the house for? Are you afraid we won't take care of you?"
"It's not that..." Fang Zhiyi looked at his daughter, his heart utterly chilled, but he still felt it wasn't the right time. He didn't trust this son-in-law.
After this argument, the atmosphere at home dropped to freezing point.
Even Chen Xiaoqun completely lost all respect for Fang Zhiyi, sometimes even swinging his little fists to hit him.
That afternoon, Fang Zhiyi was cleaning the stairs, his mind preoccupied with the house matter. In a daze, the broom fell. As he bent down to pick it up, someone suddenly pushed him from behind. Fang Zhiyi tumbled down the stairs.
Opening his eyes groggily, he saw Chen Xiaoqun standing at the top of the stairs. The boy said angrily, "That's for not giving me the house!" Fang Zhiyi wanted to call for help, but only a faint sound escaped. Just before everything went dark, he saw two familiar figures walk out.
"Yunyun..." Fang Zhiyi seemed to see the little girl holding a lollipop, asking if he wanted a taste—the daughter he had sworn to protect for a lifetime.
He wasn't taken to the hospital; he just died like that. The ambulance only arrived after he had breathed his last. The sound of his daughter and son-in-law's crying echoed in the stairwell, making the neighbors feel heartbroken.
To protect her son, Fang Yunyun chose to follow her husband's lead. The couple insisted Fang Zhiyi had accidentally fallen down the stairs. Naturally, the house was inherited by Fang Yunyun, with Chen Cai's name added to the deed. The family lived happily ever after.
After Fang Zhiyi finished reading the plot, Little Black vanished directly.
And now, before his eyes, his grandson Chen Xiaoqun was sitting on the floor crying and throwing a tantrum, while Chen Cai came swaying over.
"Old bro... I mean, Dad, I'm telling you, you worry too much for nothing. Xiaoqun is still young, isn't it normal for him not to finish his homework?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him—greasy-haired, powdered-faced, exuding an overall slovenly and unkempt aura.
According to the original plot, Fang Zhiyi should now start saying things like "The teacher called specifically about this, and Chen Xiaoqun hasn't been behaving well lately" and so on.
Fang Zhiyi crossed his arms and nodded with a serious expression: "Hmm, you're right."
"Can't you just relax for a... huh? What did you say?" Chen Cai was a bit taken aback.
Fang Zhiyi smiled at him: "You're right. I do worry too much."
Chen Cai looked at Fang Zhiyi with disbelief, making a "tsk tsk" sound with his mouth: "Dad, incredible, you've finally stopped being so stubborn. Oh, that's great!" He paced back and forth. "That's more like it. See, what are you so anxious about all day? Look at kids abroad, they advocate for happy education. Children need to be happy first, then we talk about education."
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Understood."
"Hiss..." Chen Cai was still somewhat incredulous.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at his grandson on the floor, smiled slightly with narrowed eyes, and turned to leave.
Although Chen Xiaoqun was in the midst of his tantrum, his ears were sharp. He also understood that his grandfather was no longer demanding he finish his homework quickly. He immediately jumped up happily: "Great!" He even high-fived Chen Cai.
Fang Zhiyi didn't look back, just kept a smile on his face.
What does it have to do with me? I'm not the original owner!
That day, Chen Xiaoqun finally experienced a taste of freedom. At first, he was cautious out of fear of his grandfather, but after testing the waters a few times and finding Fang Zhiyi didn't react much, his courage gradually grew.
You have to understand, children at this age are both intensely curious and highly destructive.
Sure enough, not long after, a sharp cracking sound reached Fang Zhiyi's ears. When he went out, he saw Chen Xiaoqun staring at a shattered vase, at a loss. Seeing Fang Zhiyi come out, the boy waved his hands in panic: "It wasn't me, it wasn't me."
Fang Zhiyi felt a bit of admiration for this child. His dad had gone out to have fun, and he was the only one running around here. If it wasn't him, who else could it be? But contrary to Chen Xiaoqun's expectations, his grandfather didn't get angry and didn't scold him.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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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...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
