"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.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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."
