Fang Zhiyi's hands pressed against the back of the chair, his knuckles protruding.
"You know what kind of virtue your mother has, what kind of virtue those brothers of yours have, and what kind of virtue that little toy has. If you say forget it, they will eventually find a chance to harm you, believe it or not?" Fang Zhiyi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked into the distance. "Taking a step back, even if you avoid them, won't they harm others? I am eliminating pests for the people."
Fang Yuran's mouth opened and closed; she seemed to have understood something.
The Sun family returned to their rented apartment dejectedly. Fang Yunhui suddenly said, "This matter is not over! Third Son!"
Fang Yunyao looked up. "Hmm?"
Fang Yunhui revealed a strange smile. "You know how to shoot videos, right? We just need to talk about how he abandoned us, abandoned mom, and then make up some stories..."
Fang Yunyi clapped his hands and cheered. Even Sun Lei, who usually didn't get along with Fang Yunhui, smiled and said, "This is a good idea. He, Fang Zhiyi, abandoned his wife and children. We must let everyone know!" He hadn't spoken all day because he recognized the two bald men blocking their way as the ones who had rushed into his house to beat him up. Sun Lei was both angry and afraid.
Fang Nian's face was swollen. "And we have to talk about that Fang Yuran! That bitch only made money by selling her looks!" She stroked her stomach, her eyes full of resentment.
Fang Yunhui glanced at her, all doting gone from his eyes. "You're just throwing dirty water. Who's not stupid enough to believe that? But we can spread it around once it gets popular." He thought of Fang Yuran's appearance, his teeth almost grinding to dust.
The Sun family members were uncharacteristically united. They discussed how to express themselves and how to make the story more convincing, and even arranged for everyone to try telling it. Fang Yunyao, who was only responsible for shooting and editing, scrolled through his phone out of boredom. Suddenly, he froze, and then raised his phone in disbelief. "Brother, Mom, look at this..."
It was a popular influencer's show called "Telling My Life Story," and this time the story was explosive. It was about an honest and dutiful restaurant owner who was cuckolded by his wife, his biological daughter forced away, and a fake daughter taking over the nest. It especially detailed how, when he lost everything, his wife and children resolutely abandoned him to marry the mistress.
Although the person telling the story was pixelated, the Sun family recognized Fang Zhiyi at a glance.
The story he told was much more detailed. The tone, plot, and emotion during the telling were a hundred times more perfect than theirs!
And this video went straight to the hot list. Some marketing accounts began to forward it with text, and the comments section refreshed at an extremely fast speed.
Some sympathized with the protagonist, and some talked about their own tragedies, but more people angrily cursed this family of ungrateful wretches.
Fang Yunhui stood frozen. Why... what a coincidence?
"He, he's talking nonsense! It's not like that at all!" Zhang Enyu's face contorted. She snatched the phone and began to curse loudly, forgetting that netizens wouldn't know what she was saying if she didn't type it out. But soon, something even more terrifying happened. Some "kind-hearted people" posted photos of their family and their current address in the comments section.
Fang Yunyao was terrified. As someone who played with his phone all day, he knew deeply what these angry netizens could do!
"I'm not spreading rumors, am I?" Fang Zhiyi curled his lip. He had just spent money to boost the traffic again.
Fang Yuran just stared at him blankly. "Dad, am I really, really your biological daughter?"
"Isn't that nonsense? You believe a fake report, but now you don't believe the real one?"
"Then, why did Mom..." Fang Yuran felt a blockage in her heart.
"She's sick," Fang Zhiyi said decisively. "Don't worry, your dad will vent this anger for you."
The Sun family was in chaos. As a window was smashed by an unknown person with a rock, Sun Lei also learned the horror of the Internet. But what followed made them even more devastated.
Even the neighbors around the rented apartment recognized them. Those who used the Internet told those who didn't. Sun Lei's family became the object of everyone's contempt. When Zhang Enyu went out, she would be inexplicably splashed with water. When the sons went out, they were called ungrateful wretches. Some merchants directly threatened not to sell things to them. Even the landlord rushed over and told them to leave as soon as the lease expired! Before leaving, they had to pay for the broken glass.
Fang Yunhui slumped weakly on the sofa. The whole family blamed each other, and arguments broke out. Now, even if they wanted to refute anything, it was pale and powerless. Just when everyone was panicking, a package was delivered to their house. The delivery man handed the document bag to Sun Lei with a meaningful look, turned around, and ran.
Sun Lei didn't understand, thinking it was another threatening package sent by those people. He opened it nervously, but only saw a few pieces of paper.
"What is it?" Zhang Enyu leaned forward. The next moment, her hair was suddenly pulled by Sun Lei, and then she received a punch in the eye.
The sudden change frightened everyone. Fang Yunhui ignored his beaten mother, stepped forward to pick up the papers, and his face grew paler and paler.
"We are not this guy's sons?"
"Get lost! Damn it! You actually lied to me! You vicious woman! You lied to me! Give me back my car and house!" Sun Lei shouted. Fang Nian also widened her eyes. These weren't her brothers? She was inexplicably a little happy, but also somewhat bewildered. What exactly was true?
After a burst of chaos, Zhang Enyu was driven out, along with her three sons. A frantic Sun Lei stood guard at the door with a kitchen knife, cursing like a madman. Even the hot-tempered Fang Yunhui could only curse and leave.
But Fang Yunhui soon rekindled hope. If he wasn't this man's son, he must be Fang Zhiyi's son!
"I want to confront Fang Zhiyi!" Fang Yunhui made up his mind. "As long as we are his sons, he can't ignore us!"
"Yes!" Fang Yunyi shouted.
Fang Yunhui glanced at his dumbstruck mother and muttered to himself, "How could Fang Yuran, a woman, be a boss? Just wait..."
He simply threw caution to the wind and requested a paternity test through a selfie video. Fang Zhiyi actually agreed readily. Because this matter was extremely popular, under the witness of multiple media outlets, Fang Zhiyi and these sons underwent a paternity test.
The result was that Fang Zhiyi had absolutely no blood relationship with them.
"Are they crazy? For money?"
"These people are simply shameless!"
"I thought they had chickened out, but they came to provide evidence themselves?"
"Married for so many years, and all three sons belong to someone else? My God."
The comments section in the live broadcast room exploded again.
Fang Yunhui's face was pale. How, how could this be? He stared at his mother. Zhang Enyu was also full of astonishment. Not Fang Zhiyi's, not Sun Lei's, then whose could they be?
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.
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]
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?
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."
