He pulled out a handful of lollipops from behind his back like a magician. Chen Xiaoqun's face instantly cleared up, and he darted over to Fang Zhiyi, snatching the candy.
"Grandpa is the best!"
This scene left Fang Yunyun and her husband somewhat stunned. Were they seeing things? That old man who advocated a healthy lifestyle bought candy for his grandson?
Fang Zhiyi seemed to know their question and waved a hand. "I didn't buy them. A friend of mine bought them and asked me to give them to Xiaoqun. I couldn't refuse his kindness."
That made sense.
Fang Yunyun nodded, but watching her son's happy expression, a pang of bitterness struck her heart. When she was a child, her father never let her eat candy and had even scolded her once. So it wasn't that he didn't know how to be affectionate with children...
Fang Zhiyi never expected that this simple act of his would make Fang Yunyun resent him from yet another bizarre angle.
The next day, Fang Zhiyi went out early again, this time without even waking Chen Xiaoqun.
It was Fang Yunyun who noticed her son hadn't gotten up and hurried to wake him. Chen Xiaoqun got up unhappily, his face dark. Fang Yunyun didn't pay it much mind, just kept complaining, "This grandfather of yours, at his age, still running around everywhere. Does he think he's still young? And he doesn't even take care of you!"
Previously, it was always Fang Zhiyi who picked up and dropped off the child. Suddenly having to do it herself, she was flustered and, naturally, was late.
"Hello, Teacher Deng..."
"Is Xiaoqun still not feeling well?"
Fang Yunyun glanced at Chen Xiaoqun, who was eating slowly, and answered without hesitation, "A little. He might be one class late."
The teacher didn't say anything.
Because she took her son, Fang Yunyun was also late for work. Fortunately, she was usually a bit casual, so no one at the company said anything, but she knew her monthly bonus was gone.
Immediately, she blamed this on Fang Zhiyi, completely forgetting about her husband who slept until noon.
Fang Zhiyi spent the day again visiting relatives and friends according to his list. He suddenly felt the original host was actually quite a decent person, which had allowed him to reap quite a few benefits. Wherever he went, he could get a meal.
It was dark again when Fang Zhiyi returned home. As soon as he entered, he saw his daughter's dark expression. His son-in-law and grandson beside her seemed completely indifferent to Fang Yunyun's bad mood, playing and roughhousing.
"Dad! Where have you been?" Fang Yunyun began interrogating Fang Zhiyi as soon as she saw him.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. "Where have I been? Visiting people."
"Visiting people every single day? Do you know, because you didn't wake Xiaoqun this morning, you made me late!" Fang Yunyun was getting angry.
Fang Zhiyi looked puzzled. "I did call him. Xiaoqun wasn't awake yet, and I thought I'd let him sleep a bit more. You know, lack of sleep is bad for children."
Fang Yunyun was stumped. Her next words were all blocked. He was using my lines!
However, Fang Zhiyi's words found an echo.
"Exactly, what's the big deal about being late? Don't be so tense. Dad, I give you a thumbs up!" Chen Cai gave Fang Zhiyi a thumbs-up. He'd been living quite comfortably these past couple of days, with no one bothering him at home.
Fang Zhiyi returned a thumbs-up. "Chen Cai, if it feels awkward, just call me 'old bro.' We can each use our own terms."
Chen Cai practically jumped up. "Oh my god! Dad... no, old bro, you, you... did you meet some enlightened master these past couple of days? To have such an awakening!"
Fang Zhiyi smiled with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, I've heard a lot of wisdom lately. Listen to advice, and you'll eat well."
"Ah, that's more like it." Chen Cai nodded repeatedly.
Fang Yunyun couldn't get a word in. Seeing her beloved husband siding with her father, she felt aggrieved. "But today when I went to pick up Xiaoqun, his teacher held me back and talked for a long time. She said he didn't do his homework either. Dad, how are you supervising the child..."
Fang Zhiyi's eyebrows shot up. "That's not right. Good schools shouldn't assign homework. I've seen foreign news; they finish school at noon there, no homework, and they still produce talented people, don't they?"
"Good point!" Chen Cai applauded, immediately leaning to Fang Zhiyi's side. "Yunyun, look at you. What's the problem with that homework? Will he be shot for not doing it?"
Fang Yunyun lowered her head and took two deep breaths. Even so... it felt weird, okay?
Fang Zhiyi noticed they had eaten takeout again today. He just smiled and went back to his room.
Every day after that, Fang Zhiyi maintained his routine of leaving early and returning late. Fang Yunyun had no choice but to resign herself to picking up and dropping off the child. This undoubtedly placed a shackle on her free and sweet life, depressing her somewhat. But when she told her husband these thoughts, he advised, "Do you want to go back to how it was before, watching the old man scold our son?"
Fang Yunyun immediately thought of her own childhood and shook her head repeatedly.
"Exactly. He's changing now. After this period passes, I'll talk to him and ask him to help with the child's transportation." Chen Cai patted his chest, a blissful smile on his face.
Fang Yunyun could only nod.
Trouble came swiftly. Without Fang Zhiyi's supervision, Chen Xiaoqun deteriorated rapidly. Because his mother was working overtime, his father was sleeping, and his grandfather was out and hadn't returned, he went downstairs to play by himself during the holiday. Seeing other children playing with a new model toy car, he felt envious. But they weren't familiar with him and didn't want to lend it to him. Chen Xiaoqun got angry. During a shoving match, he grabbed the toy car and smashed it on the other child's head. Once wasn't enough to vent his anger, so he did it again, until the child ran away crying. Only then did Chen Xiaoqun, feeling guilty, throw down the toy car and run back home.
Sure enough, the doorbell soon rang. The other child's parents had come to their door.
"How do you discipline your child? Look at how he hit my son!" The child's mother was furious.
Chen Cai, who hadn't been awake long, frowned. "Kids roughhouse, and you, an adult, make such a big deal out of it? You really lack perspective."
"Perspective?" The woman nearly laughed in anger. "Right now, it's your child who hit mine. As a parent, not only do you not apologize, but you say I lack perspective?"
Chen Cai looked at his frightened son, reached out to pat his head, and stubbornly started arguing with the woman.
It also happened that the woman was civilized. She couldn't win against Chen Cai's twisted logic and was nearly reduced to tears.
"Go ahead and do what you want! Otherwise, check the surveillance or call the police!" Chen Cai knew there were no cameras in the public area downstairs.
The woman left in a huff. Going downstairs, she bumped into Fang Zhiyi, who was strolling home leisurely.
Fang Zhiyi asked knowingly. The woman, having been aggrieved for a while, poured out everything that had just happened. Fang Zhiyi frowned, looking apologetic, and pulled a few hundred yuan from his pocket, stuffing it into the woman's hand.
The woman was a bit stunned.
"Ah, it's all my fault. I'm old. I can't control my daughter and son-in-law, and I can't control that grandson either." Fang Zhiyi said with a bitter smile.
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
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?!
