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.
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...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
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."
