"Why do I feel like Brother Fang doesn't seem like a restaurant owner? Bro, do you think he used to be in the same line of work as us?" a bald man asked in a low voice.
The other bald man glared at him. "Stop asking around. That's why I told you to cause less trouble outside. You never know when you might offend the King of Hell!"
Looking at Sun Lei, who was lying there like a dead dog, the two men gave him another verbal warning before swaggering away.
These two were originally regular customers at Fang Zhiyi's restaurant. Sometimes they would buy on credit, but the original owner never minded. Even after they came out of prison, seeing that they were strapped for cash, Fang Zhiyi deliberately waived their meal bills a few times. The two brothers remembered this favor, but the original owner never asked them to repay it. Why would an honest and dutiful businessman need to get involved with the underworld?
But the current Fang Zhiyi didn't have so many reservations.
Although he was capable enough to handle some things himself, having two more people to back him up made a difference.
"Dad..." Fang Yuran was brought straight back to the restaurant by Fang Zhiyi. She felt a bit uneasy. Yesterday, the way Fang Zhiyi looked at her was full of disgust and rejection, so why would he today...
"It really wasn't me yesterday, it was my younger sister who didn't hold it steadily..."
Fang Zhiyi raised his hand to signal her to stop. "Some things don't need explaining, because it's meaningless."
Fang Yuran lowered her head.
Fang Zhiyi just looked at her like that. When he saw Fang Yuran's left ear, his heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly reached out to touch Fang Yuran's left ear. Fang Yuran subconsciously closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, but she didn't dodge.
Fang Zhiyi immediately felt a surge of nameless anger. He gently touched Fang Yuran's ear. "Who frequently pinches your ear?"
Fang Yuran suddenly opened her eyes, shaking her head in a panic. "No one, no one."
"If I'm not guessing wrong, it's not just pinching ears, is it?" Fang Zhiyi's first doubt was almost resolved. Why would a girl who was immensely loved by her father be so taciturn? The best resources were given to her, but in the plot, why did Fang Yuran always wear those same few clothes back and forth?
Fang Yuran clumsily tried to defend herself, but Fang Zhiyi just quietly watched her act. Finally, Fang Yuran burst into tears.
Through her recounting, Fang Zhiyi learned things that the original owner hadn't known.
The original owner did indeed love this daughter very much, but because he was busy, he often didn't see her. He thought that treating his daughter well meant signing her up for tutoring classes, giving her money to buy snacks, giving her an allowance, and so on.
But the original owner never in his wildest dreams imagined that the person sharing his bed would intercept these things, and that the target of this interception was his own daughter.
Fang Yuran grew up amidst Zhang Enyu's curses and disgust. Of course, all of this was done behind Fang Zhiyi's back. Being the youngest, she had to do all the chores in the house. Even though there was a floor washing machine, Zhang Enyu wouldn't let her use it, instead making her kneel on the floor and scrub it with a rag. She frightened Fang Yuran, saying that if she complained to her dad, she wouldn't have a mom or dad anymore, the family would be gone, and she would become a stray, sold off by human traffickers, and so on.
The terrified Fang Yuran could only learn to keep her mouth shut. Whether it was being pinched by Zhang Enyu, having her ears pulled, or being beaten with bamboo sticks, she chose to endure it all silently. Zhang Enyu's behavior was seen by the three sons, but they didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The more mischievous ones would even bully her on purpose. However, Fang Yuran had already formed the habit of bottling up her grievances. As she grew up, she also acquired the labels of being "withdrawn" and "untalkative."
The money Fang Zhiyi thought his daughter had spent actually turned into Zhang Enyu's cosmetics, Fang Yunyao's new game console, Fang Yunhui's books, and Fang Yunyi's new shoes.
Fang Yuran didn't even know that her father had ever given her an allowance.
That day, Fang Yuran cried for a long time, and Fang Zhiyi sat there for a long time. At this moment, he even felt that the original owner was a bastard too.
"From now on, you will live at the restaurant. I'll have someone clear out a room for you to stay in later," Fang Zhiyi said after Fang Yuran's emotions had stabilized a bit.
Fang Yuran's eyes were red. "But, I don't have money..."
"Talking about money with your dad? Are you very rich?"
These words made Fang Yuran cry out loud again. She originally thought Fang Zhiyi wouldn't acknowledge her anymore, but...
Fang Zhiyi quickly stopped her. "Stop, stop, stop. I have conditions for you living here."
Fang Yuran stopped crying. "Okay."
"In the future, I will do my best to teach you how to run a restaurant well. You need to focus on learning, understand?"
"Okay... huh?" Fang Yuran suddenly realized what Fang Zhiyi meant. "No, no, Dad, this restaurant will belong to eldest brother in the future..."
"Who said that?" Fang Zhiyi asked her suddenly.
Fang Yuran answered subconsciously, "Mom always says so, and eldest brother says so too..." She quickly covered her mouth.
"It's my restaurant, they don't have the right to decide who gets it. If I tell you to learn, you learn, understand?"
Zhang Enyu received a phone call and rushed out the door in a flurry, her face full of anxiety. The three sons looked at each other in confusion, then went back to doing their own things.
No one cared that Fang Zhiyi hadn't come back.
When Zhang Enyu returned home with a gloomy face, she started looking for Fang Zhiyi, only to find that he still hadn't returned. She took out her phone and called him, but it remained unconnected.
Fang Yunhui had just returned home from partying, reeking of alcohol. Having been beaten by Fang Zhiyi today, he had really let loose. Seeing his mother sitting on the living room sofa with a dark expression, Fang Yunhui leaned in. "Mom, who made you unhappy? Tell me! I, I'll vent your anger for you!" He swayed his body and patted his chest.
Zhang Enyu glanced at him, her expression softening slightly. "Who else but that dad of yours, he actually..." She suddenly stopped what she was about to say.
"He's not my dad! He hit me!" Hearing Fang Zhiyi's name, Fang Yunhui instantly threw a drunken fit. "I won't care about him in the future either! Does he think just because he sired me, he's my dad? He doesn't deserve it!!"
The shouting attracted the others. Second Son and Third Son both looked curiously at their eldest brother. Only Fang Nian, after a brief moment of thought, stepped forward. "Brother, don't say that. Dad works very hard to earn money and support the family."
"Isn't it just having some stinking money? He earns money, he earns my ass! Has he ever cared about the family for the sake of a few bucks?" Fang Yunhui got more and more worked up as he spoke. "Right, he treats that fake really well, even better than us, his own flesh and blood!"
Fang Nian's expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything.
Zhang Enyu suddenly felt a bit irritable. "Enough! If you've drunk too much, hurry up and go to sleep!"
Her sudden outburst made Fang Yunhui pause. Although he was still muttering profanities, he turned around and walked toward his bedroom.
Seeing that the drama was over, Fang Yunyao turned to go back to his room too. Speaking of money, he had his eye on a new game skin and was just about to ask Fang Zhiyi for some cash. His eldest brother was really something; what was wrong with a dad like this? He never disciplined them and gave them money whenever they asked.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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!"
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
