"Who are you?" The woman looked somewhat confused.
"The child who hit your kid is my grandson." Fang Zhiyi wore an expression of embarrassment. "As you can see, I don't even dare stay at home most of the time. After all, an old useless thing like me just eats without working..."
The woman, upon hearing this was the grandfather of the child, initially felt a surge of anger, but after listening to his words, a sense of sympathy welled up inside her.
"Uncle, it's alright, don't worry about it. That man... is your son-in-law?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
"He..."
Fang Zhiyi gave a bitter smile: "There's nothing I can do about it. I'm truly sorry."
The woman quickly stopped him: "Uncle, you're a reasonable person, I can see that. I can't take this money. All I wanted in the first place was an apology from them, but I never expected..."
She looked at Fang Zhiyi and seemed to understand why that man had been so unreasonable earlier.
What kind of a decent person could it be, who would even drive his own father-in-law out of the house?
She ended up comforting Fang Zhiyi for a few moments before hurrying off, resolved in her heart to never have anything to do with this family again.
"Take the money, buy the child something to eat." Fang Zhiyi chased after her and tried to stuff the money into her hand. The woman insisted on refusing, but her favorable impression of Fang Zhiyi increased considerably. What a pity, this old man is truly pitiful.
Watching the woman leave, Fang Zhiyi immediately put his hands behind his back and continued upstairs. Opening the door, he saw Chen Cai in the middle of instilling the idea that "you can't lose a fight" into his son. Chen Cai, seeing him, immediately greeted him: "Old brother, back so early today?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled. Of course, if I didn't come back early, how could I have caught this show?
"Oh, what's all this about?"
Although Fang Zhiyi had changed, Chen Xiaoqun was still a bit afraid of this old-fashioned stickler.
Chen Cai, however, animatedly recounted the earlier events, even managing to frame his own unreasonable behavior as being exceptionally eloquent.
Fang Zhiyi secretly gave Chen Xiaoqun a thumbs up. Seeing that his grandfather actually thought he had done the right thing, Chen Xiaoqun couldn't help but puff out his chest with pride.
For dinner, Fang Zhiyi still didn't cook, even proactively letting Chen Cai choose the dishes, which Chen Cai thought was just fine.
"I told Xiaoqun's school teacher that he won't be doing homework anymore." Fang Yunyun, returning home from work, looked tired. Besides working, she also had to manage the child. The teacher seemed to have noticed she was the one handling things now, so any issues were brought to her, especially the daily problem of Chen Xiaoqun not finishing his homework, which gave her a headache.
Fortunately, her thinking aligned with Chen Cai's: they believed homework wasn't that important either way.
What was rare was that Fang Zhiyi didn't object either, but this made Fang Yunyun feel even worse inside. So, he does know what makes a child happy. When I was little, he was deliberately so strict on purpose, all because he didn't love me!
During the meal, Chen Xiaoqun picked at his food, but the table was unusually quiet. Fang Zhiyi deliberately sat a bit farther away to avoid getting splashed with oil. He didn't stop Chen Xiaoqun's picky eating; on the contrary, while Chen Cai was drinking, he stood up and served Chen Xiaoqun several pieces of braised pork.
"Eat! Eat more meat to build strength!"
Chen Xiaoqun smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits.
Grandpa is so good. I wish he could stay like this forever.
The next day, Fang Zhiyi, for once, didn't go out. Because it was the weekend, Chen Xiaoqun slept in naturally and didn't have to do homework either. He was quite happy. After casually eating some snacks for breakfast, Chen Xiaoqun began his day of play.
As his courage grew, his movements became rougher. By accident, he knocked his grandfather's often-used stainless steel teacup onto the floor. Picking it up, he found the rim was dented.
When he looked up, Fang Zhiyi was standing right in front of him.
"Grandpa... I..." Having caused trouble, Chen Xiaoqun started searching for excuses in his mind.
Fang Zhiyi snatched the cup over, examined it carefully, glanced at the nervous Chen Xiaoqun, and suddenly praised him: "Impressive! You've got quite some strength! Do it again for Grandpa to see!"
Chen Xiaoqun was somewhat incredulous, but seeing his grandfather's encouraging look, he took the cup and slammed it down again just like before. Another part of the rim caved in.
Fang Zhiyi picked it up, looked it over, and gave a thumbs up: "Not bad!"
Chen Xiaoqun grinned.
The noise woke up Fang Yunyun and her husband, who were sleeping in. Coming out and seeing the smiling grandfather and grandson pair, Chen Cai was very satisfied and decided to take his wife on a countryside outing today to find some inspiration.
Who would have thought that upon hearing they were going out to have fun, Chen Xiaoqun would also throw a tantrum, demanding to go along. In the past, because he had homework and extra classes, Fang Zhiyi would always persuade him not to go. But now he knew Grandpa was on his side, so his courage instantly grew considerably.
"I want to go too! I want to go too!"
Chen Cai, looking at his crying and fussing son, felt inexplicably annoyed. Taking this little rascal along would surely ruin his and his wife's alone time. He looked to Fang Zhiyi for help, but Fang Zhiyi "happened" to be bending over looking for something, paying no attention at all.
"Alright, you can come with us." Fang Yunyun still had her son in her heart.
"Great!" Chen Xiaoqun cheered. Fang Zhiyi straightened up at that moment and praised him a few more times.
Chen Cai, reluctantly, took his wife and son out the door, while Fang Zhiyi went downstairs to stroll around the residential complex.
The couple rarely took their child out, so they were inevitably unprepared. Especially since Chen Xiaoqun kept wanting snacks one moment and needing the bathroom the next, leaving them flustered.
Finally arriving at their spot, Chen Cai had just sat down on a simple chair, ready to look at the beautiful scenery before him and compose a couple of lines of dubious poetry, when he heard his son's cheers behind him.
He frowned. Wasn't this disrupting his creative train of thought?
Fortunately, Fang Yunyun was by his side holding his hand. He was satisfied and began to conceive his "art" again.
"Look, darling, this sunflower field, these white clouds, this big tree... I feel my inspiration bursting forth!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw his son, in the midst of this beautiful scenery, dropping his pants to pee. Instantly, all artistic atmosphere vanished.
"What are you doing?!"
Chen Xiaoqun flinched, turned around, and saw his dad. He wasn't sure—was Dad yelling at him? He had never yelled at him before.
"Why so loud?" Fang Yunyun was also surprised.
Chen Cai realized he might have been too agitated and said with an awkward laugh, "I was afraid he wouldn't hear me if I spoke softly." He then waved at his son, "It's fine, go play!"
Only then did Chen Xiaoqun relax, finish peeing, and continue running wild.
"Someday, I want to buy a house just like this, with sunflowers planted all around the entrance. How beautiful." He gestured, describing his dream to Fang Yunyun, who also immersed herself happily in the pie he was painting in the sky.
"By the way, didn't Old Brother say before that he was going to transfer the property title to you?"
"That's right."
"You know what, instead of transferring it to you—since everything we have will be our son's anyway—let's just transfer it directly to our son."
"Whatever you say!"
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!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?!
