"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.
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.
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
