"Dad doesn't want to see you," Fang Yuran said.
"Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a..." Fang Yunhui hesitated for a moment, "A fake! We are his biological sons!"
"That's right!" Fang Yunyao chimed in.
Fang Yuran froze for a moment, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Dad and she are already divorced. They have absolutely nothing to do with each other now."
"So what if they're divorced? Does getting a divorce mean he doesn't have to care for his sons anymore?" Zhang Enyu demanded.
Fang Yuran glanced at the three men who used to be her brothers and shook her head. "I never imagined that two grown adults and one who is about to come of age would still need to hold their hands out to Dad for money just to survive."
"What did you say!" Fang Yunhui grew agitated and lunged at Fang Yuran with all his might, but he had overestimated his own combat prowess. He had barely moved forward when a bald man pinned him to the ground.
Fang Yuran was a little surprised, because when the others saw Fang Yunhui taken down, they showed no reaction at all. Some even wore expressions of schadenfreude.
Was this the family she had always longed for?
"Just go. Dad doesn't want to see you, and he isn't doing business anymore anyway." Fang Yuran suddenly felt a sense of relief; it was rather foolish to trap herself for life over people like this.
The commotion had already attracted quite a few passersby. Seeing the crowd growing, Fang Yunhui turned his head away in disgrace. He still considered himself the eldest young master of the Fang family and wanted to save face.
Similarly, Zhang Enyu was somewhat flustered. "What are you looking at? What are you all looking at?"
Fang Yuran smiled generously at the passersby, among whom were some regular diners. "It's nothing serious, just... some irrelevant people."
Fang Nian stared fixedly at Fang Yuran, the sense of unfairness in her heart growing stronger. Why was it that she could still get so many things after being kicked out? No, those things should have been hers in the first place!
Her body moved involuntarily, and because she was quite inconspicuous, no one noticed her.
"Stop pretending!" Fang Nian suddenly closed in on Fang Yuran and shoved her, just like that time she had pushed her down the stairs when she wasn't paying attention.
In her mind, she could already picture Fang Yuran falling over in front of everyone.
But her sneak attack failed. Under the wide-eyed gazes of the bystanders, Fang Yuran lightly stepped to the side, then casually grabbed her hair. Under Fang Nian's terrified gaze, she raised her hand high, followed by two resounding slaps.
"I'm not hitting you because you constantly slandered me, accusing me of stealing money, having puppy love, or knocking over the cake." Fang Yuran paused. "I forgot about all that a long time ago."
The two bald men who were controlling the situation looked at her in surprise. Wait, boss, you really forgot?
"I'm hitting you on behalf of Dad. He loved you so much too, but it turns out you're just like them, with only money in your eyes." She fiercely threw Fang Nian aside, let out a long breath, and walked away without looking back.
"You, if you leave, I'll make a scene!" Seeing that they had already lost all their face, Zhang Enyu finally abandoned her pride.
"Go ahead and make a scene. I'll call the police."
"You! Tell your dad that he is failing to fulfill his child support obligations!"
"Feel free to sue." Fang Yuran turned around and gave an elegant bow, a gesture that the Sun family found incredibly provocative.
But there was nothing they could do.
"Dad, how was it?" Fang Yuran returned upstairs.
Fang Zhiyi looked at her. "What matters is how you feel."
"Pretty good. I suddenly feel relieved." Fang Yuran made a gesture of embracing the sun.
"They definitely won't be dealt with that easily, believe it or not." Fang Zhiyi laughed.
"Then what should we do?" Fang Yuran was a bit at a loss.
"Hehe." Fang Zhiyi stretched. "I told you, when dealing with unrepentant people, you have to crush them whenever you get the chance."
Fang Yuran, who had been calm just a moment ago, looked at her father and hesitated. "Dad, that's Mom after all, and my brothers. Are you... being too heartless? I don't hate them anymore, really." She thought Fang Zhiyi hated those people so much because of what she had gone through. "Let's just not argue with them anymore. Let it go."
Fang Zhiyi looked up at her. "Yuran, do you remember that incident right after you got your driver's license?"
Fang Yuran recalled it. She had just gotten her license, and Fang Zhiyi shamelessly "borrowed" money from Boss Wu to buy her a commuter car. He said he rarely had the chance to give her presents personally in the past, but this time he had to do it himself.
Fang Yuran was very happy, so happy that she cried.
But a problem occurred that very day. Fang Yuran was carefully driving around when she saw an old man suddenly fall a few meters away. Without overthinking, she got out to help the old man up and even used her own car to take him to the hospital.
Thinking she had done a good deed, what she faced instead was harassment from the old man's children, who claimed she had hit him and demanded compensation.
"If you didn't hit him, why did you help him up?" the man and woman were extremely unreasonable.
Fang Yuran calmed down from her panic. Her first thought was Fang Zhiyi, but she didn't dial the number on her phone.
She wanted to learn to solve it herself.
By seeking help from several nearby shops, Fang Yuran spent two hundred dollars to buy a video clip that proved her innocence. Faced with the video, the siblings finally shut their mouths indignantly and reluctantly let her go.
When she told Fang Zhiyi about this later that day, he even praised her for being mature.
"What about that incident?" Fang Yuran asked.
Fang Zhiyi stretched. "Back then, you always lacked confidence, and I didn't want to keep interfering in your life and crushing your self-esteem. But you handled things very well today..." He rummaged in his bag, taking out a thousand bucks and a bank card, and handed them to Fang Yuran.
"What's this?" Fang Yuran was a bit confused.
"You did two things wrong. You didn't ask back for the one thousand in medical expenses you advanced for that old man."
"I... was afraid they wouldn't pay and would just keep making a scene, so I considered myself unlucky," Fang Yuran said, feeling a little wronged.
"The other thing is, since you had the evidence, you shouldn't have let scum like that off the hook." Fang Zhiyi pointed at the bank card. "I asked you for the surveillance footage and then had a lawyer sue that family in your name. You know, everyone from the law enforcement officers to the doctors and nurses advised me to let it go, but I didn't listen to them. I was determined to sue their family for extortion."
Fang Yuran's mouth fell open, looking at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief.
"Later on, that charge was a bit of a stretch, but the lawyer managed to get back fifty thousand in compensation for emotional distress. Here, it's right in the card. I originally wanted to keep it for pocket money." Fang Zhiyi sighed. "There are some things in this world that you can't just let go. Take this family of scammers, for instance. Because of them, no one dares to help those who truly need it. And those people advising me to let it go were inadvertently fueling their arrogance. If they fail this time, they'll still dare to do it next time. Since we ran into them, we have to crush them completely."
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.”
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.
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."
