Fang Zaozao's gaze was icy. "Speak properly. Wasn't that a loan you wanted yourself?"
"It was you who got me the loan!"
Fang Zaozao immediately turned to leave.
"Stupid woman! What nonsense are you spouting! Don't offend people!" Zhang Xi grew anxious.
Sure enough, his words worked better than anything else. Li Juan immediately changed her tone. "Please, just help us. Lend us some money. Aren't you Xiao Li's godmother after all?"
Fang Zaozao turned her head to stare at her, then glanced at the debt collectors, feeling somewhat shocked and suspicious. She had just received her father's call and hadn't expected it to be true. "It's not impossible for me to help... Write an agreement."
"What agreement?"
"That Zhang Xiaoli will live with me from now on."
Li Juan was stunned, then instantly became unwilling. "On what grounds! He's my son!"
Fang Zaozao looked at her. "On the grounds that you pretended not to see when he was being beaten. On the grounds that you're willing to be a slave to your husband's mistress and drag your son along. On the grounds that a mother like you doesn't even consider her son's welfare. On the grounds that you're just using him to cover up your own wretchedness!"
Looking at Li Juan's pale face, Fang Zaozao felt a sense of vindication. "Are these reasons enough? You don't deserve to be his mother."
"In your dreams!" Li Juan flailed her arms wildly, but Fang Zaozao dodged.
"I'll pay off your debt for you, and throw in an extra ten thousand. That means I'll cover this child's tuition, living expenses, everything. Or would you rather watch him rot in the mud just like the two of you?"
Li Juan faltered, but after only a moment she shook her head. No, she couldn't lose her son! The son was hers! Even if he rotted alongside her, he was still her son! Her son should rot right there with her!
"Mr. Zhang, your wife disagrees. What about you?" Fang Zaozao looked at Zhang Xi.
Zhang Xi only thought for a brief moment before nodding. His reasoning was practical: that brat was just a freeloader anyway. Wasn't it great that some sucker was willing to raise his son for him? If his son made something of himself in the future, surely he wouldn't dare deny his own biological father?
"Stupid woman! Sorry, I didn't mean you. If you keep acting crazy, believe me, I'll beat you to death!"
Li Juan paused, but at this moment she clearly knew what she wanted.
"No, impossible. You wanted to steal my son from the very beginning! I won't agree!" Li Juan pointed at Fang Zaozao. "I'm telling you, don't even think about it. He's my son."
She turned to look at the debt collectors, her mind overheating, and suddenly blurted out: "So what if we owe you money? Take my son as collateral! I'd rather give him to you than to this wicked woman!"
Zhang Xiaoli looked at his mother in shock, his young heart suffering a severe blow.
Unexpectedly, the debt collectors exchanged glances. "Are you insane? We're here to collect a debt, legally. Although we beat your husband, that's just a common dispute because he ran off owing money. At worst, he'd get a talking-to. Do you know how heavy the sentence is for trafficking children?"
Zhang Xi also roared in anger: "Madwoman! Are you itching for a beating?!" He grew anxious, especially after hearing Fang Zaozao mention she could give extra money. He actually rushed over and grabbed Li Juan by the hair.
Feeling the pain, Li Juan's rationality gradually returned.
In the end, an agreement was reached. Fang Zaozao took Zhang Xiaoli back next door. The debt collectors left satisfied with their money. Zhang Xi went out elated, cash in hand. Only Li Juan sat in the empty house, her face full of panic.
"Gone, it's all gone."
"Sis, where did you get so much money?" Fang Wanwan had been listening nervously at the door. She was puzzled; she knew what her sister was like. How could she be willing to spend so much money on a child?
Fang Zaozao looked at the sleeping Zhang Xiaoli and curled her lip. "What money do I have? That was from our dad."
"Him?" An image of their father appeared in Fang Wanwan's mind. Impossible, right?
"By the way, why didn't he come?"
"Don't know. He always says he's busy. Whatever." Although Fang Zaozao was also somewhat puzzled, looking at her sister, she didn't say anything more.
A gambler can never turn his life around—this saying fit Zhang Xi perfectly. For him, there were ways to gamble with one yuan and ways to gamble with ten thousand. He lost everything overnight.
He returned home full of frustration and saw his listless wife, immediately flying into a rage.
"It's all your fault, you jinx!"
Fang Wanwan was already up; she had to work today. The sounds from next door made her pause, her expression turning complex. She glanced back at her sister's room and Zhang Xiaoli's, and made up her mind.
Even though Li Juan might get her killed in the future, she couldn't just stand by and watch someone die, could she?
Li Juan sobbed quietly. Looking at Zhang Xi sleeping on the bed, her heart was a turmoil of mixed feelings.
Their door was knocked on. Li Juan was startled—were debt collectors here again? But when she tremblingly opened the door, it was Fang Wanwan standing there.
Fang Wanwan looked at Li Juan's bruised and swollen face, feeling a wave of emotion. "Sister Li, I brought you some breakfast." She peeked into the room, then said, "Sister Li, you should get a divorce if it's time. It's not like you can't support yourself."
But she never expected that her kindness would seem like hypocrisy to Li Juan. "I don't want your false sympathy! Give me back my son!"
Fang Wanwan took a step back. "Xiaoli will always be your son. We're just helping you take care of him for now, given your family's situation..."
"I don't need your help! Give my son back!" Li Juan looked at the young woman before her, the resentment in her eyes almost uncontrollable. "How can you be so vicious! You steal my son, and now you want to ruin my marriage! You want my family destroyed!"
Fang Wanwan was stunned. "Sister Li, you know how things were for Xiaoli at home..."
"So what? He's my son! He should die in our home if he has to!" Li Juan made a move to rush forward but felt a sharp pull on her hair.
Li Juan turned her head and saw a face that made her shudder.
"You really embody the phrase 'bully the weak, fear the strong.'" Fang Zaozao showed no mercy, slapping her across the face. This was the first time she had laid a hand on this pitiful woman.
Li Juan let out a howl.
Fang Zaozao pointed at her. "If you ever dare bare your teeth at my sister again, I'll burn your whole house down!" But then she paused. "Oh, I forgot. Your 'whole family' is just you now. Your husband doesn't want you. Your son doesn't like you either."
No physical pain could match the damaging power of those words.
Li Juan immediately broke down completely.
Fang Zaozao didn't waste more words on her, grabbing her sister and leaving.
"I knew you'd be like this. Have you forgotten how she treated you? No memory at all?" She was angry.
But Fang Wanwan said earnestly, "But... she really is pitiful. Even though she might harm me in the future, I still can't just stand by and watch..."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
