Greeting him was Sun Lei's fury, and even Zhang Enyu had started picking up a feather duster to hit him.
Fang Yunyi dodged while full of defiance: "Keeping the money there will only depreciate! I took it all to invest! My good buddy said there's a really profitable project! You guys don't make money yourselves, and you won't let me make money either?"
Hearing about making money, Zhang Enyu stopped Sun Lei.
"Really?"
"Really! That's my good buddy!" Fang Yunyi saw they stopped hitting him and felt somewhat proud, "I'm not a useless piece of trash like my oldest brother, I have a brain!"
Looking at his expression, Sun Lei barely suppressed his anger.
Hearing that the investment would double in just a month, the whole family waited silently. Until Fang Yunhui was released, Fang Yunyi still hadn't received the call telling him to go get his share of the money.
When he called back, the number was already out of service.
His friend had run off with his money.
Fang Yunyi was dumbfounded: "How is that possible, that was my sworn brother..."
A hard slap landed on his face, and Fang Yunyi took the full brunt of the damage. Sun Lei's eyes were red: "You prodigal son!"
Seeing her son getting beaten, Zhang Enyu had long lost the thought of protecting him. She just sat there blankly, as if she had aged decades in an instant.
The owner of the coffee shop kept thanking Fang Zhiyi. Although she didn't understand why this person was so persistent in providing them with legal aid, seeing that the family who crashed into the windows and damaged the tables and chairs hadn't even called to apologize, she was angry.
"I will definitely make sure you're satisfied. I mainly just like to help out when I see injustice, let's be friends," Fang Zhiyi said very politely.
It wasn't until the owner left that Fang Yuran suddenly spoke up: "Dad, do you have your eye on her?"
Fang Zhiyi slipped: "What kind of logic is that?"
"It's not bad, she's much prettier than Mom, the former Mom, and she speaks well too..." Fang Yuran peeked at the female owner's retreating figure.
"What are you blindly pondering all day!" Fang Zhiyi was helpless.
"But Dad, is it necessary to be so... ruthless?" Fang Yuran's voice lowered, "After all, that's Mom and my brothers..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at her: "Some people, when you get the chance, you have to crush them completely, otherwise they'll rise from the ashes."
Seeing she still wanted to say something, Fang Zhiyi quickly sent her back to work in the shop.
Watching the tall girl's retreating figure, Fang Zhiyi stroked his chin. The doubts about the plot had been mostly resolved, but the biggest doubt... he still didn't quite understand.
The Sun family could completely no longer get by. The coffee shop hired a very powerful lawyer to sue Fang Minghui and the car owner Sun Lei, and the law enforcement agency ordered them to pay compensation within a time limit. But Sun Lei really had no money, so the Sun family experienced a forced execution.
Watching his house being auctioned off and his car scrapped, Sun Lei felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
They moved back into a rental house.
Fang Yunhui still looked down on ordinary jobs, instead staying home drinking every day. Every few days, he would have a conflict with Sun Lei. Because of the slap last time, Fang Yunyi was slightly deaf in one ear and had become somewhat neurotic.
The only relatively normal ones were Fang Yunyao and Fang Nian, but Fang Nian's life wasn't easy either. Because they had no money and her parents fought, she became Zhang Enyu's punching bag. Zhang Enyu used to love her by extension, but now seeing her was like seeing dog shit.
Fang Nian also experienced the treatment Fang Yuran once had, but better than Fang Yuran was that Fang Yuran had nowhere to go back then, whereas she did.
Fang Nian ran away from home, and when she returned, she brought back a Yellow-Haired Man, her belly slightly bulging.
Sun Lei felt his vision go dark.
By now, Zhang Enyu had completely gained weight and looked like a middle-aged aunt. Looking at the pregnant Fang Nian, she spoke sarcastically, and Fang Nian, unwilling to be outdone, argued back.
Meanwhile, the rest of the family went about their own business, showing how fractured this family had become.
It wasn't until Fang Nian's Yellow-Haired Man boyfriend was scrolling through short videos that the voice from the video made everyone freeze.
"Thank you, Miss Fang Yuran, for donating 500,000 yuan in this donation event... May I ask, Miss Fang, why are you willing to donate 500,000?"
"Because my dad told me that enough money is enough, and if you have extra ability, you should help those who truly need it more."
"Is this your dad?"
"Yes. Dad, don't leave!"
"Cough cough, you almost strangled me. What for? You just need to be on camera for the interview."
"Fang Zhiyi?" Zhang Enyu turned her head.
"500,000?" Sun Lei was in disbelief.
"Dad?" Fang Yunhui blurted out.
Even Fang Nian turned in surprise to look at the phone in the Yellow-Haired Man's hand.
The Yellow-Haired Man was startled: "How about, how about I give it to you? I'll go get another one this afternoon?" He waved the new phone in his hand.
"I think you've been fooled," Fang Nian said suddenly. She didn't call her mom, but Zhang Enyu knew she was talking to her.
Looking at the glamorous Fang Yuran on screen, Zhang Enyu's eyes were filled with jealousy.
"This Fang Zhiyi, actually playing this trick!"
"He must have hidden the money back then!" Fang Yunyi shouted, then started giggling foolishly again.
Fang Yunhui glanced at him, deep in thought.
"I'm going to settle the score with him!" Zhang Enyu decided immediately. Even if they were divorced, he couldn't just ignore these kids!
The Sun family rarely united, and with their own motives, they rushed to the place on screen, a luxurious restaurant.
"Dad, they really came." Fang Yuran stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the fourth floor and glanced down. Two bald, muscular men blocked the Sun family. She had grown accustomed to Fang Zhiyi's judgment. For so long, whenever she had something she couldn't decide on and asked Fang Zhiyi, he would always give her the most perfect advice.
"So what are you going to do?" Fang Zhiyi remained as relaxed as ever, looking like a retired old man.
Fang Yuran smiled bitterly: "Dad, what can I do?"
"You have a way," Fang Zhiyi closed his eyes. "Some accounts always have to be settled clearly, keeping them bottled up inside will cause problems."
The Sun family didn't expect to be blocked outside. Just as Zhang Enyu was making a huge fuss, a slender figure walked over.
Fang Nian looked at the "sister" with a high ponytail, light makeup, and dressed elegantly, then looked down at her own clothes, a surge of jealousy welling up in her heart.
"You came out just in time! Tell your dad to come out and see me!" Zhang Enyu was overjoyed to see Fang Yuran, speaking in a commanding tone.
Fang Yuran looked at this slightly plump woman, finding it hard for a moment to connect her with the refined mother she used to be.
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."
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?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
