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.
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)
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.
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
