"He didn't come back all night?" Zhang Enyu was furious. No matter how busy Fang Zhiyi was, he would always come home. But last night, he had actually stayed out all night. On second thought, he must have known she would be upset, so he was hiding, right?
He had even taken away that little bastard. At the thought of this, Zhang Enyu's face darkened again. She wanted to see how long he could hide.
To calm herself down, Zhang Enyu took Fang Nian out shopping after eating.
She loved shopping; only shopping could make her forget her troubles.
"Pick whatever you like, Mom has money!" Zhang Enyu told Fang Nian. Seeing Fang Nian's look of concern over the cost, Zhang Enyu felt her daughter was too sensible. "It's fine, just pick what you want."
Seeing that her act had achieved the desired effect, Fang Nian stopped holding back and tried on several outfits in a row.
"The card is frozen?" Zhang Enyu, who was about to pay, looked at the shop assistant's polite smile. "How is that possible! I've always used this card!"
Fang Nian was also a bit stunned. She had just picked out a few pretty dresses, and her mother had agreed to buy them without hesitation.
"It doesn't seem to be frozen, it looks like... it was reported lost." The store manager looked at Zhang Enyu. "Ma'am, how would you like to settle the bill now?"
There were other customers in the store, casting occasional glances their way. Zhang Enyu felt a bit flustered. "Reported lost? How could that be..."
"Mom, how about we just don't buy them," Fang Nian urged. "We can just buy them next time."
But Zhang Enyu fell right for this routine. Hearing this, her eyebrows shot up in anger. "What do you mean, don't buy them! If others see us, they'll think we're paupers! Buy them!" Saying this, she pulled out another card. This card was her own, and she usually transferred any leftover money into it.
Watching the assistant swipe the card, Zhang Enyu felt a pang of heartache for the money.
Fang Zhiyi! How dare you report the bank card as lost!
Anger surged within her. Coming out of the store, she took a taxi straight to Fang Zhiyi's shop. She wanted to ask Fang Zhiyi if he still wanted to live together!
"No."
Fang Zhiyi's flat word left her stunned in place. Seeing the formally dressed Fang Yuran not far away, Zhang Enyu immediately flared up: "Fine! For the sake of a fake, you're even going to kick me to the curb, aren't you?"
Although Fang Yuran was facing away from them in the distance, her body visibly stiffened.
Fang Zhiyi's face also darkened.
"If you don't know how to speak properly with that mouth of yours, you can keep it shut." He stared straight at Zhang Enyu.
"I will speak! What, Fang Zhiyi, when I married you, you were penniless..."
"When you married me, wasn't it because you saw I had a little money? You demanded quite a lot for the bride price."
"Uh... so what! All these years I've managed the household for you, while you were out..."
"Managed the household?" Fang Zhiyi pulled open a drawer next to him and slammed a stack of consumption records onto the desk. "Who spends this much money managing a household?"
"You, you investigated me!" Zhang Enyu clearly panicked. "You heartless man!"
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands. "You wanted to dig up the past, so I did. Now that you can't win the argument, you're going to be unreasonable, right?"
"I'm unreasonable? You bastard! You abandon your own biological daughter and actually want that little bitch! For her, you even..."
Fang Zhiyi suddenly reached out and pinched her mouth shut. Zhang Enyu's words were cut off, and her entire face looked somewhat comical.
She violently broke free. From yesterday to today, this Fang Zhiyi had been constantly provoking her! This was mutiny!
"What are you doing! You want to hit me, right? That's right, you even laid a hand on your son! Let everyone see how Boss Fang abuses his family! You..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at her with indifference. Fang Nian looked anxious: "Mom, forget it. Dad, hurry up and apologize to Mom!"
"Do I owe her something, that I should apologize to her?" Fang Zhiyi found it somewhat amusing.
"You're heartless, ungrateful, and making a scene! What have you done for this family all these years? Huh?" Fang Zhiyi's attitude instantly maxed out Zhang Enyu's anger.
She casually grabbed a vase from the table and smashed it fiercely on the floor, panting heavily as she glared at Fang Zhiyi.
"Is that it?"
Fang Zhiyi was a little surprised.
His reaction was not what Zhang Enyu wanted. She was completely enraged, grabbing and smashing whatever she could reach, cursing Fang Zhiyi for being a scumbag. Seeing more and more people gathering to watch after hearing the commotion, Zhang Enyu became increasingly smug.
"Let everyone see what kind of thing you are!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head and sighed. "They all know what kind of person I am, and they've all seen what you've done."
As he spoke, a Crew-cut Guy walked out of the crowd. He looked at the scene before him in shock and asked Fang Zhiyi, "Boss Fang... this..."
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "There's nothing I can do, you saw it too, Boss Wu. She suddenly went crazy and smashed a whole pile of your antiques. I'm really sorry."
"Antiques?" These two words snapped Zhang Enyu out of her berserk state.
Fang Nian also caught the key information in time: "They're his? Isn't this your office, Dad?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "I forgot to mention, this morning I already signed a transfer agreement with Boss Wu. This shop is his now, and all these antiques were just moved in by him."
"What!!" Zhang Enyu's legs went weak, but she quickly stood straight with Fang Nian's support. "So what! Fang Zhiyi, you brought this on yourself!"
She grabbed Fang Nian and was about to leave. Boss Wu tried to stop them, but seeing the look in Fang Zhiyi's eyes, he could only step aside.
As she passed by Fang Yuran, Zhang Enyu glared at her viciously, and Fang Yuran subconsciously lowered her head.
"Mom, you're finally back." An anxious Fang Yunhui looked at Zhang Enyu as if he had seen a savior, but seeing his mother and sister looking thoroughly displeased, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Enyu opened her mouth but ultimately couldn't bring herself to admit the fact that she had been humiliated by Fang Zhiyi: "What's the rush?"
"It's all because of my... that man. He, he reported the card I use as lost! I had arranged to go out with friends today, but when it was time to pay, the card wouldn't swipe. I practically lost all my face!" Fang Minghui was very unhappy.
Zhang Enyu looked at him, and a bad premonition suddenly welled up in her heart.
"Mom, my living expenses are all used up too." Fang Yunyi also walked out of the house at this time. He had always gone to Fang Zhiyi for money, but Fang Zhiyi had blacklisted his phone number too.
"I wanted to buy a skin for my game, but Dad won't answer my calls." Fang Yunyao also had a dark expression.
Having figured out the situation, Fang Yunhui said in surprise, "He cut off our living expenses, didn't he?" After a moment, he spat, "He thinks he's so great just because he cut off our allowance? Can he starve us to death? Bah! He thinks having money means having everything?"
Fang Nian, however, felt a sense of panic. Ever since they drove away that fake, it seemed like everything in the family was changing, and this change made people very anxious.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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...
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
