Fang Zhiyi still did not return home all night, but no one in the family cared. They simply condemned his mistakes over the years at the dinner table, finally agreeing that he was entirely money-grubbing and biased!
Looking at the children standing on a united front with her, Zhang Enyu felt much better.
Since things had gotten to this point, she would bring up divorce as soon as Fang Zhiyi returned! Let's see if he was scared! She had to make him apologize to her and to her son!
But the next day, what they waited for was law enforcement officers.
"Yesterday, Ms. Zhang smashed a total of eighteen antiques in Wu Tiancheng's shop. After our mediation between both parties, Mr. Fang Zhiyi agreed to compensate. Because the amount is huge, Mr. Fang has agreed to mortgage the house as compensation."
These cold words left the entire Fang family dumbfounded.
"Mom, yesterday you..." Fang Yunyi looked at Zhang Enyu in disbelief. He knew she had gone to cause trouble for his father yesterday, but he had no idea she had caused such a massive disaster!
"How is that possible! Those were all fake antiques!" Zhang Enyu jumped up, refusing to believe it!
But Fang Zhiyi was the head of the household and her husband. He had already signed the compensation agreement, and the other party had provided an official appraisal report. The law enforcement officers also found it strange. In past compensation or debt cases, both sides would squabble endlessly. Who knew that this time, the husband of the at-fault party would agree to full compensation without hesitation, and with a surprisingly good attitude.
In contrast, this chief culprit was no different from a jinx.
"Ma'am, please calm down. After appraisal and negotiation, even with this house included, it's still not enough." The officer shook his head as he looked at Zhang Enyu. Whoever married this wasteful woman was truly unlucky, weren't they?
That very day, the Fang family was cleared out of the house. Everyone stood by the street with their bags, completely at a loss for what to do.
"Mom, why would you smash someone else's antiques!" Fang Yunhui complained. "Now look, the house has been given away as compensation!"
"How was I supposed to know he would transfer the shop to someone else? Didn't he used to love that shop?"
"Where do we go now?"
"I still have a little money. Let's go rent a place first. When your dad comes back, I'm going to ask him what the meaning of this is! If it weren't for him, this wouldn't have happened! How are we supposed to live like this!"
Although everyone was full of complaints, there was no other way.
"Do you understand now? Don't touch antiques. Before they break, the price is negotiable, but once they shatter, the price is whatever they say it is. Especially during an appraisal, they evaluate it based on the higher average prices." Fang Zhiyi leaned back leisurely on his recliner.
Beside him, Fang Yuran was incredibly anxious. "Dad, how can you still be so relaxed? Your money and your house are all gone! I, I..."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her. "It has nothing to do with you. I just had enough of them. They kept saying money didn't matter and that all they wanted was companionship. Well, letting them experience what it feels like to have no money is pretty good too."
"But you can't just..."
"Ms. Fang!" A young woman ran over hurriedly. She first smiled at Fang Zhiyi, then said to Fang Yuran, "Ms. Fang, our boss has something to discuss with you. Mr. Fang, you should come along too..."
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "I'm not going. I can't be bothered to move. Just let my daughter go."
"Fang Yuran, right? Haha." Wu Tiancheng looked at the nervous girl in front of him. He tried his best to look friendly, but the scar on his face was truly menacing. "Um, from now on, you'll work here as an intern manager, alright?"
"Intern manager? But I..."
Wu Tiancheng interrupted her. "Yes, regarding your compensation, it goes like this: after three years of internship, you will take over as vice president. As vice president, I'll give you some shares."
"Shares?" Fang Yuran thought of her indebted father. "How much?"
"About ninety percent."
"How much????"
Fang Yuran stood frozen in place, confusedly picking at her ear. Was this Boss Wu joking with her? He had just made her father pay a fortune in compensation, and now...
Fang Yuran suddenly figured something out and looked at Wu Tiancheng in astonishment.
Wu Tiancheng said nothing, merely smiling continuously.
Zhang Enyu never waited for Fang Zhiyi to come home. Instead, she was met with a lawyer carrying a divorce agreement.
She was furious, but upon hearing from the lawyer that Fang Zhiyi was completely bankrupt and that his bank cards were entirely empty, she immediately began calculating for her own future.
The children, who had originally been complaining about Fang Zhiyi being heartless and unjust, all shut their mouths upon hearing the news of their father's complete bankruptcy.
"Mr. Fang also said that if you do not agree to the divorce, you can start over with him and slowly pay off the debt together." The lawyer's words were like a bomb, blowing up Zhang Enyu's final schemes.
"Why should I pay off debts with him??" Zhang Enyu snatched the pen and signed her name.
After signing, she added, "Also, tell him that all these children are staying with me."
The lawyer put away the documents and smiled. "Rest assured, Mr. Fang said he doesn't want ungrateful wolves."
"What did you say!" Fang Yunhui jumped up and grabbed the lawyer by the collar. "He doesn't even deserve to be a father, and he has the nerve to say that??"
"Um, sir, if you make another move, I can sue for damages." The lawyer pushed his glasses up, his expression unchanged.
Fang Yunhui had no choice but to let go resentfully.
As the lawyer was leaving, he suddenly remembered something. "Oh, by the way, Ms. Zhang, regarding the debt incurred due to your fault, Mr. Fang has voluntarily chosen to split it with you half and half."
"Debt? What debt! Those are his debts!" Zhang Enyu was exasperated.
"Well, Mr. Fang knew you would say that. So he asked me to inform you that before the divorce agreement is officially processed, you can file a lawsuit if you have any objections. But I'll kindly advise you that if you do sue, you might end up having to bear even more."
The lawyer left, leaving the rented apartment in dead silence.
"Mom, how could you, how could you go and smash someone's things!" Fang Yunhui paced around in anger.
"What are you saying! Didn't I go find him for your sake? If it weren't for you, would things have turned out like this?" Zhang Enyu was furious.
Fang Nian looked at her family members. Her previously feigned obedience gradually faded, replaced by her own little calculations.
In the end, Zhang Enyu did not choose to go to court. Instead, she went straight to finalize the divorce procedures with Fang Zhiyi, glaring at him fiercely before leaving.
The Fang family found it hard to accept their current life. Originally, the whole family relied on Fang Zhiyi's support and lived very comfortably. But now, having suddenly fallen from the clouds into the mud, everyone was suffering.
The first was Fang Yunhui. Someone who frequently went out to party was now cooped up in a rented room, feeling like he was going to go crazy.
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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...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
