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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
