Upon learning what his daughter had done, Fang Zhiyi offered no comment.
He had relayed all necessary messages through Little Hei. The original owner's eldest daughter was never one to take a loss lying down, and as for that Zhang Xiaoli... come on, could the world's antagonist die? Impossible.
For now, he continued to wander around like an ordinary middle-aged man, while the several task-seekers looking for him were running around like headless flies.
Even Little Hei didn't know exactly how many had come, but to be safe, Fang Zhiyi could only pin the hopes for this mission on his eldest daughter. And honestly, the feeling of being a hands-off boss was pretty good.
Fang Zaozao's approach was indeed very direct. That day, when Li Juan came to pick up her child after work, Fang Zaozao directly held out her hand for money. Li Juan forced a bitter smile. If not for Fang Wanwan persuading her sister, Li Juan probably wouldn't even have been able to take the child away. Seeing her son empty-handed, Li Juan wondered inwardly—he didn't bring any food? But seeing Fang Zaozao, she understood. This vicious woman probably wouldn't let her take any advantage.
What puzzled Li Juan, however, was that Fang Zaozao also followed them back to their home.
"You still know how to come back?" Wang Xiaoling inside the house was furious. Having been slapped for no reason that day, when she saw Li Juan enter followed by Zhang Xiaoli, the hatred on her face almost solidified.
"You little bastard..." She stepped forward to lay hands on Zhang Xiaoli, but her hand was caught halfway.
Looking up, she saw the face she had hated all day.
"Trying to hit my godson?"
Slap!
Slap!
Two crisp slaps landed on her face. Wang Xiaoling's head spun. Fang Zaozao was an expert at both fighting and cursing; how could she possibly resist?
"G-godson?" Li Juan was also stunned, looking at Fang Zaozao beside her.
To her surprise, Fang Zaozao looked at her with disdain: "You're fit to be a mother? Your own son was beaten like that, and all you could do was cry. Disgusting!"
Then she turned and pointed at Wang Xiaoling, who was covering her face: "Listen here, homewrecker. From today on, if you dare touch him once, I'll slap you once. Twice, two slaps. And so on."
"You... aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"
Fang Zaozao stepped forward and grabbed her hair: "The police? Go ahead and try. What will the police say? You're the mistress, abusing a child. Me, as the child's godmother, hit you out of anger. At most, it's a warning. And after the warning, I'll slap you again."
"I'll tell Zhang Xi..."
"Can Zhang Xi stay by your side all the time? Or will you never leave the house? The moment you step out, I'll slap you. Let me tell you, I have nothing to do all day!" With that, she delivered another slap.
The other two women present understood now: this was an incorrigible troublemaker. Only Zhang Xiaoli watched his godmother with shining eyes, feeling warmth and a sense of security for the first time in his heart.
Fang Zaozao let go of the hair in her hand and threw another taunt at Li Juan: "You're fit to be a mother? They've been walking all over you!" She reached out, ruffled Xiaoli's head, and strode away.
"You... you..." Seeing the menace leave, Wang Xiaoling's anger surged again. She wanted to reach out once more but hesitated.
It was in that instant that Li Juan snapped. She threw a bag of scavenged vegetable leaves she was holding right in Wang Xiaoling's face and then pounced on her, the two women tearing at each other.
"Take that for seducing my husband! You fox!"
"And that for bossing me around! I'll beat you to death!"
She didn't notice the light in Zhang Xiaoli's eyes fading bit by bit. So, Mom wasn't angry because of him...
When Zhang Xi returned home, the place was a wreck. Wang Xiaoling, having been beaten repeatedly, had simply run away, not even packing her clothes.
Furious upon learning what happened, Zhang Xi first gave Li Juan a couple of hard kicks, then went out to look for Wang Xiaoling. But where could he find her? Wang Xiaoling had originally planned to take some money and leave, but she hadn't expected the Zhang family to be so poor. This beating made her fearful, so she simply considered her investment a failure.
With Wang Xiaoling gone, Zhang Xi vented his anger on Li Juan, who had fought with her. His fists rained down on Li Juan. Strangely, Zhang Xiaoli, who would usually shield his mother, was just hugging his legs, crouched in a corner, not choosing to step forward and stop it. This also spared him from being beaten by his enraged father.
Unable to bear the beating, Li Juan opened her mouth and betrayed the woman next door.
"It was all that Fang Zaozao next door! She hit Xiaoling, it was her! I was just... just protecting my son!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xi turned his fierce gaze towards Zhang Xiaoli in the corner.
Meeting his father's eyes, Zhang Xiaoli's heart tightened. He hadn't expected his mother to betray his godmother to save herself. He knew his godmother couldn't possibly beat his dad, and besides... she wasn't protecting him either...
"You little brat! Is what your mom said true?"
Zhang Xiaoli looked at his mother, her face streaked with tears, and after a moment shook his head: "No. Aunt Xiaoling wanted to hit me, so Mom..."
"Still lying!" Zhang Xi grew even angrier. This hag!
Li Juan also looked at her son in disbelief. Why would the child say that? But Zhang Xi gave her no chance to explain.
The commotion next door made the two sisters watching TV fall silent. Seeing her sister alternately sitting and standing, Fang Wanwan whispered, "Sis, should we go check?"
Fang Zaozao shook her head: "No. That bitch deserves to be beaten to death."
"I meant Xiaoli..."
"Him..." Fang Zaozao looked at her phone.
The arrival of the police stopped the beating and also lifted the veil on this family's shame. Seeing Li Juan's bruised and swollen face, the neighbors were sympathetic, their looks towards Zhang Xi full of contempt.
But Li Juan's words left everyone dumbfounded.
"It was all me. I ran into things myself. My husband didn't hit me. He didn't."
Even the police were exasperated: "Even if you're husband and wife, injuries this severe must be addressed."
Li Juan kept shaking her head. She was surprisingly resilient, her mind still clear. When she saw the two girls from next door, Li Juan immediately guessed who had called the police. After all, their apartment was at the end; only Fang Wanwan's room could hear the noise.
She felt a surge of hatred. These damned sisters meddling in other people's business! They'd shamed both her and her husband!
"Her face is folded up like a flip phone and she's still talking tough," Fang Zaozao's tongue remained sharp.
"Don't you talk nonsense!" Li Juan glared at her, hatred welling up inside. It was because of her, because she hit that mistress, that her husband got angry. And because she must have said something to her son, the boy actually lied! It was all this woman's fault!
"What are you glaring at? You'd be better off going to the hospital," Fang Zaozao had no idea what she was thinking.
"I'm fine! Don't meddle in our business!" she yelled, completely ignoring the astonished looks from those around.
Someone muttered under their breath that she deserved it.
However, Zhang Xi was still taken away in handcuffs, and she was forcibly taken to the hospital as well. The ambulance had been called by Fang Zaozao, though of course, the fee was her own responsibility. Furthermore, Fang Zaozao volunteered to look after Zhang Xiaoli, an act that won praise from many neighbors.
Watching her son standing beside Fang Zaozao with a beaming smile, Li Juan, as she was being loaded onto the ambulance by the medical staff, felt a tumult of conflicting emotions. This woman was trying to steal her son!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
