"You... why couldn't we discuss this at home behind closed doors? Why must you hurt Yunyun like this?" Chen Cai suppressed his anger and questioned Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi sneered, "We've had enough of those 'behind closed doors' talks. You all get to keep your pristine images, while I'm labeled an ungrateful wretch, a freeloader, and a little beast... I have no intention of being the perpetual scapegoat."
"What did you say?" Chen Cai was provoked again, his emotions flaring as he stepped forward.
Unexpectedly, several young people from nearby tables of relatives immediately sprang up and quickly positioned themselves in front of Fang Zhiyi.
"You think you can do whatever you want and no one can talk about it? Try taking another step!"
"I've seen those paintings of yours that Uncle took pictures of. I could train my dog for two days and it'd do better than that."
'Artist'? You really know how to glorify yourself."
Chen Cai felt a sharp pain in his chest, almost choking on his breath. Especially when he saw Fang Zhiyi standing behind the young men, making faces at him, his blood pressure soared, his temples throbbed, his vision suddenly went dark, and his wife's panicked cries rang in his ears before he lost consciousness.
When Chen Cai woke up again, he was in the hospital. A teary-eyed Fang Yunyun was keeping watch by his side. Seeing him awake, she threw herself onto him in excitement, nearly sending him off again.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
Fang Yunyun quickly let go.
"Old... where's Fang Zhiyi?"
Fang Yunyun lowered her head. "Gone. They've all left." She gritted her teeth. How could they be so heartless!
"And our son?"
Fang Yunyun shook her head. "Playing outside. He can't sit still."
Chen Cai felt a pang of disappointment but still managed a weak smile. "Don't be afraid. Even though he showed no consideration today, you are still his daughter. It'll be alright."
Fang Yunyun was deeply moved that her husband, in such a state, was still comforting her.
"Mhm!"
However, when they returned home, they found all their belongings had been cleared out and piled up like a small mountain at the entrance of the residential complex.
Fang Yunyun panicked. "What's going on?"
No one in the complex was willing to talk to them. Finally, a security guard spoke up: "The homeowner said you have no relation to him, so he left your stuff here. Hurry up and move it! Don't block the way!"
Fang Yunyun couldn't believe her father would be so ruthless.
But the security guards that day were very dutiful, perhaps out of sympathy for the "old man who was bled dry and mistreated by his daughter and son-in-law." They absolutely refused to let the family of three enter and even threatened to call the police.
With no other choice, Chen Cai could only turn to his so-called friends for help. But upon hearing about his situation, the person on the other end of the line just laughed, offering no assistance whatsoever.
"He's blocked all of us," Fang Yunyun said, staring blankly at her phone.
Fortunately, she still had some money on her. They could only rent a place temporarily. Since Chen Cai couldn't possibly do manual labor, they had to spend more money hiring people to move their things. Only after settling in did they start planning how to get back into their own home.
But, likely having received some benefit, the security guards wouldn't let them in whenever they were spotted. An increasingly irritable Chen Cai even got into several conflicts with the guards and took a punch.
Staking out Fang Zhiyi yielded no results either. It wasn't until a neighbor who couldn't bear to watch anymore mentioned that Fang Zhiyi seemed to have gone on a long trip that they gave up.
Life had to go on, but it was worse than before. At least they used to have a place to live without worrying about rent, utilities, property fees, or cleaning. Now, all these expenses came out of their own pockets, and on top of that, Fang Yunyun had lost her job.
Neither of them knew how to cook, so they relied on takeout—another expense. Even more absurdly, Chen Xiaoqun often caused trouble outside, leading to constant complaints from others knocking on their door, which drove them crazy.
Without Fang Zhiyi's contributions, the conflicts within their family of three gradually began to surface.
Fang Yunyun failed another job interview. The reason was that her story had spread everywhere. Someone, likely a relative, had filmed their family's disgraceful scene that day and shared it, dealing her a heavy blow. After searching for days, she could only find a few manual labor jobs, which plunged her mood to new lows.
To make matters worse, Chen Cai called asking her for money, saying he needed to create. Gritting her teeth, Fang Yunyun withdrew her last bit of savings.
Of course, it was money down the drain.
To survive, Fang Yunyun took up jobs she used to look down on the most, her heart still filled with resentment towards Fang Zhiyi. She even began to fantasize about Fang Zhiyi begging for her forgiveness and her reluctantly agreeing to return home.
Lost in these thoughts one day, she broke her employer's vase. Not only did she not get paid, but she was also demanded to pay compensation.
Returning home to see her son scribbling all over the walls, Chen Cai dead drunk, and the table laden with lavish takeout containers, she finally snapped.
"You're supposed to be a man! If you're a man, go out and find a job too!"
Hearing these words come from her mouth startled even the drunk Chen Cai.
After a moment, he shook his head and waved his hand. "I'm not arguing with you. You don't understand. I'm waiting for my big break."
"Your break?" Fang Yunyun looked at the disheveled man before her, for the first time beginning to wonder if she had been wrong. "How many years have you been waiting for that break? Huh? How many years! You were waiting for it since my university days, and you're still waiting!"
After shouting, she felt a surge of relief. She suddenly rushed into the room, threw out all of Chen Cai's artworks, and yelled, "It's all junk! Junk!"
"That's enough!" Chen Cai roared, standing up. He wouldn't allow this woman to doubt him too!
"They were right. You're just a useless freeloader!" Fang Yunyun enunciated each word clearly. Hearing this, Chen Cai roared and lunged at her. Fang Yunyun, already full of pent-up grievances, fought back just as fiercely. The two wrestled with each other, while Chen Xiaoqun, watching the scene, actually clapped and cheered.
"Mom, pull his hair!"
"Dad! Punch his stomach!"
After this incident, their family could no longer maintain its facade. Fang Yunyun stated it simply: if you want to eat, go earn it yourself. As for Chen Xiaoqun, she found a nearby school and dumped him there.
Chen Cai refused to accept this. He believed Fang Yunyun had changed, that she no longer understood him.
However, Fang Yunyun, who had been the first to be hit hard by reality, sneered, "It's time for you to wake up."
Chen Cai tried contacting his friends again, only to find that since his standard of living had declined, these fair-weather friends had also cut ties with him, even mocking his "artwork" over the phone.
This infuriated Chen Cai to the core. So, he decided to set up a street stall, convinced that someone would recognize his talent!
The ideal was beautiful, the reality harsh. He didn't earn a single cent. And as their rent came due, they had to move again, this time to a dilapidated place. Although the environment was poor, the rent was cheap.
Fang Yunyun dreamed every night of the time when she and Chen Cai were in love. But every time she woke up and saw the man lying beside her, she felt an urge to stab herself with scissors.
Could it be... that her father had been right 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?"
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
