The next day, Fang Zhiyi fell ill. The problems caused by years of overwork and lack of sleep erupted all at once.
While he was in the hospital bed, not a single child came to visit him. Fang Zhiyi lay there, looking back on the first half of his life, wondering if things wouldn't have turned out this way had he not chosen to go into business.
But before he could figure it out, a piece of news forced him out of bed. A customer had found a dead mouse in their food at his restaurant, and it was causing a huge uproar.
Enduring his physical discomfort, Fang Zhiyi checked the surveillance footage. In the video, he saw his own son sneaking around and throwing something into the kitchen.
He chose not to call the police because he couldn't afford the humiliation. Besides... they were his family after all. He had complained about them, but he also felt he owed them. He picked up the phone, but the number he dialed was his wife's.
Hearing the impatient "Hello" from the other end, Fang Zhiyi opened his mouth, only to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Once again, he compromised. He transferred the restaurant to someone else and divided the money among his children. That day, his hospital room was unusually lively. They laughed and talked with each other, while Fang Zhiyi watched them like an outsider.
After the procedures were completed, they left. Fang Zhiyi now held a divorce agreement in his arms, which stated that he had neglected his family for many years, that the children were raised solely by Zhang Enyu, and that their marital affection had long since shattered, among other things.
Fang Zhiyi stared blankly at the door of the ward. He didn't know how much time had passed before he saw a plainly dressed girl poke her head in.
"Dad."
Then she just opened her mouth without making a sound.
Fang Zhiyi smiled.
In the end, his own blood relatives were worse than an adopted daughter with no blood relation.
Fang Yuran took careful care of him. That day, she talked with him a lot. Fang Zhiyi felt that they spoke more than they had in the past eighteen years combined. Looking at the unrelated girl before him, Fang Zhiyi's eyes gradually reddened.
When Fang Yuran went to get food for him, she left her phone on the bed. Fang Zhiyi picked it up and, as if possessed, entered the passcode. Fang Yuran still used her birthday as her passcode. But the moment it unlocked, Fang Zhiyi saw a scene that completely broke him. It was a short video where the so-called media was interviewing a pixelated woman. The woman was complaining to the camera about her hardships over the years. Although her voice was altered and her face was blurred, he recognized the faint birthmark on his wife's wrist.
Looking at the overwhelming curses directed at him in the comment section, Fang Zhiyi's mind went completely blank.
Fang Yuran hurried back with the food. She wanted to tell Fang Zhiyi that she had found a job, that she had left her so-called biological father's house, and that she could support him from now on.
But what Fang Yuran saw was Fang Zhiyi sitting by the window. Before she could make a sound, Fang Zhiyi said "I'm sorry" to her and disappeared from there.
Fang Yuran's eyes turned bloodshot. She threw herself at the window and looked down, all the emotions in her heart twisting into a knot.
"Hey, there's a problem here!" Fang Zhiyi frowned.
Little Hei, however, made no sound.
"Was this guy cuckolded! Little Hei?"
Little Hei had fallen into a deep sleep.
"Damn it." Fang Zhiyi looked extremely displeased. "What kind of plot is this? This biological daughter isn't quite normal either, is she?" He had already developed a habit of being suspicious. Could this Fang Nian be another transmigrator?
No, probably not. If she were a transmigrator, wouldn't she be flying high by now?
But Little Hei couldn't provide any help anymore.
"Screw you..." Before he could finish, someone outside called out, "Dad, time to eat."
Then a small face poked in. Fang Zhiyi looked at the girl in front of him with a calm expression. "Mm."
Fang Nian chuckled and turned to leave. Fang Zhiyi stood up, looking at her back, and shook his head.
"I sent her to her biological dad's place. She already found her real father, yet she was still freeloading at our house. I don't know what Dad was thinking!" Fang Yunhui complained.
Fang Yunyi stuffed braised pork into his mouth. "Big brother, it's not like you don't know how well Dad treats that fake. She gets better treatment than any of us."
Zhang Enyu didn't say anything; she just picked up some food for Fang Nian, who had just returned and sat down.
"It's good that she's gone, otherwise she'd still be spending our family's money. Why should she? If you ask me, we should demand child support for the past eighteen years from her!"
"Big brother, second brother, third brother, let it go... It's all because of me that Sister Ran left. She was in this house for so many years after all. It's all my fault." Fang Nian looked a bit sad.
"Look at this, this is what a real sister is like. That Fang Yuran was always like a block of wood. No wonder I never felt close to her!" Fang Yunhui quickly comforted her. "She's just one of those fake heiresses who was afraid you'd threaten her position, so she used all sorts of tricks. She deserved to leave, don't be sad."
"Exactly, if she hadn't left, I would've wanted to beat her up!" Fang Yunyi chimed in. "Sister, don't think about those things."
Fang Nian suddenly looked up. "Dad."
The others all turned to look at Fang Zhiyi, but their eyes grew much colder.
No one even invited him to sit down and eat.
Fang Zhiyi felt a pain in the balls. Was the original owner a turtle? How could he tolerate this?
"Eating well, are we?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Fang Yunhui finally spoke up. "We didn't know if you were going to the restaurant, so we didn't call you."
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. Zhang Enyu put on airs: "It's rare for you to still be at home. I thought you had already left. Our biological daughter is the best, specially saying she should go call you for dinner..."
"Slap!"
Fang Yunhui fell to the side. Having never been beaten since he was little, he was completely unprepared for this strike. Everyone else was stunned and turned to look at Fang Zhiyi.
"Are you crazy, Fang Zhiyi!" Zhang Enyu stood up abruptly, running forward with a heartbroken look to help her son up.
Fang Zhiyi shook his hand, feeling much better. In principle, he didn't agree with hitting his sons, but this was an exception.
"You don't even know how to call me Dad, just 'you' this and 'you' that. If word gets out, people will think you were raised without a mother to teach you," Fang Zhiyi said slowly.
Zhang Enyu froze, staring wide-eyed at Fang Zhiyi. Did this man, who was usually so honest he was almost cowardly, take the wrong medicine today?
"Fang Zhiyi, apologize to your son! It's just calling you Dad, isn't it? How could you hit your son!"
Holding her bowl, Fang Nian was completely dumbfounded.
Fang Zhiyi ignored her. The plot Little Hei had given him was a bit bizarre, and he still needed to explore some information points himself. Just thinking about it gave him a headache. "Where is Fang Yuran?"
"She, she went back to her biological dad's!" Holding his face, Fang Yunhui finally reacted and shouted stubbornly, "Why did you hit me!"
What answered him was another loud slap.
Fang Zhiyi squinted at him. "The first time was because you had no respect for your old man. The second time is because you actually weren't listening when I told you the reason?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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."
