Lacking parental discipline and her brother's protection, she was roped in by a "delinquent" girl in her class. She started skipping school, stealing, and step by step, went astray.
Fang Zhiyi's life was not easy either. After drinking too much, he would often go to his relatives and good buddies to complain, talking about how much he had done for them over the years, and how his son wouldn't come home, his wife had left him, and his daughter was estranged from him.
At first, they listened patiently, but as time went on, no one wanted to see Fang Zhiyi anymore.
You brought this upon yourself, so what are you harping on about every day? Are you trying to blame us?
It wasn't that Fang Zhiyi hadn't thought about asking for his money back. Once, after getting drunk, he knocked on the door of his younger brother Fang Zhiming's newly built two-story house, only to be chased out by Zhiming's wife with a broom. "Who borrowed your money? Do you have proof? You were the one who rushed to help back then, you deserve it!"
Standing at the village entrance, Fang Zhiyi watched the passersby pointing and gossiping, yet he never felt he was in the wrong. He only felt that his relatives were heartless. He bought a few more bottles of liquor, muttering to himself as he stumbled back to his rented room.
Fang Ning eventually returned. His face bore several new knife scars, and his arms were covered in fierce tattoos. He found his sister at the entrance of a small motel. Seeing her with a cigarette dangling from her lips, he walked up and slapped her, then held her and cried for a long time.
He wanted to find Fang Zhiyi and ask him how exactly he had been a father, but he only received news of Fang Zhiyi's death.
Fang Zhiyi had died of alcohol poisoning in his rented room, undiscovered for several days.
"Phew..." Fang Zhiyi raised his hands and pressed them down, exhaling deeply. "It's not like I haven't transmigrated into scumbags before, but one this bastardly is a first."
Little Hei just gave a silly laugh. In its belly was a cluster of golden light, like a small sun.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at it but didn't ask about it. Instead, he turned to ask about the plot: "And then what happened to the two kids?"
"Fang Ning and Fang Ting? Fang Ning joined the underworld and became a somewhat famous minor gang leader. Fang Ting's personality became hard to change, and she argued with her brother every other day. Later, she fell in love with the protagonist, who then used her to conveniently eliminate Fang Ning."
A scene was transmitted over.
Upon learning of her brother's death, Fang Ting fell into endless self-blame. The male lead said with a cold face, "Doing bad things never ends well. He brought this upon himself."
Fang Ting just cried, and then, under the gaze of the male lead and the others, jumped off a cliff.
"Damn it, it's actually a hot-blooded underworld script," Fang Zhiyi cursed.
Turning his head, he saw Liu Mei just returning from outside. The moment she saw Fang Zhiyi, her originally smiling face darkened. The two of them were currently barely maintaining a harmonious image in front of outsiders. In reality, Fang Zhiyi thought Liu Mei was stingy, and Liu Mei thought Fang Zhiyi was a poser who slapped his own face to look fat.
Fang Zhiyi didn't say anything either, just stared at the ceiling, pondering what to do.
Right at that moment, Fang Ning also came home, carrying a faint smell of smoke.
Seeing her son, Liu Mei subconsciously frowned. "Tell me, Fang Ning, did you skip school again?"
"No." Fang Ning didn't even lift his eyelids.
Fang Zhiyi knew that at this stage, Fang Ning was already full of rebellious cells.
"Let me tell you, look at your cousin. He gets praised by his teachers every day. Stop hanging out with those shady classmates and spend more time with the ones who get good grades." Liu Mei started nagging again. Fang Ning paused for a moment, then kept his head down and walked toward his small room.
Fang Zhiyi looked at his back. He remembered that in the original plot, the original owner told Fang Ning to study hard so he could be a respectable person like his second uncle in the future, completely unaware that his son had already changed.
However, he didn't speak. It seemed he had arrived a bit too late.
To be fair, Fang Ning wasn't too bad. He hadn't silently endured the oppression of his bullies; it was just that his methods were a bit too extreme, which laid the groundwork for future disasters.
Seeing that Fang Zhiyi had no reaction, Liu Mei rolled her eyes disdainfully and went back to her room.
Only then did Fang Zhiyi notice a small figure squatting in the corner, fully engrossed in playing with a rag doll in her hands. The doll was already quite old.
Fang Ting kept talking to the rag doll as if communicating with a friend. Suddenly, she caught Fang Zhiyi's gaze and unnaturally lowered her head.
Her brother had said that Mom and Dad only liked their relatives' children, and didn't like her or her brother.
"Oh right, I got you a gift." Little Hei's voice suddenly sounded. Fang Zhiyi turned his head. Little Hei exaggeratedly opened its mouth and shoved its tentacles inside, making Fang Zhiyi feel a bit nauseous.
"Can't you be a little more refined?"
Little Hei threw up its other hand in a shrug, then quickly dragged a dark, fuzzy thing out of its mouth.
"What is that?" Fang Zhiyi asked in disgust. Little Hei roughly slapped the oval-shaped ball onto the ground, then shook it out, and a flat "person" appeared.
Fang Zhiyi looked closely and found it somewhat familiar.
Looking again: "Oh ho, the original owner?"
Little Hei nodded. "Let him learn a thing or two from you."
Fang Zhiyi spat, "As if he deserves it!"
Right at that moment, there was a knock on the door. Before Fang Zhiyi could get up, he saw Fang Ting stand up from the ground and trot over to open the door.
"Auntie... Uncle," she called out timidly.
Her aunt, however, gave no response whatsoever, treating Fang Ting as if she didn't exist. She just walked straight in. The moment she saw Fang Zhiyi, a fake smile immediately appeared on her face. "Oh, brother, you're home?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Yeah."
"Hey, we brought the kid to play at the nearby amusement park. Figured your place wasn't far, so we came over to visit. Hope we're not intruding?" Fang Zhiyi looked at the man and the little boy following behind her and didn't reply.
Fang Wenxia made herself right at home, simply plopping down on a seat. "Xiaojun said he missed his oldest uncle, so we brought him to see you. Xiaojun, come here, say hello."
Li Xiaojun was busy making faces at Fang Ting, turning a deaf ear to Fang Wenxia's words.
Fang Zhiyi stared at him coldly, making the scene a bit awkward. Fang Wenxia was also a bit puzzled. Usually, when she brought her kid over to freeload a meal, her oldest brother Fang Zhiyi would always welcome them with a smiling face and be generous to Xiaojun. Why did he seem unhappy today?
Fang Zhiyi spoke up, "It seems I, as the oldest uncle, don't have much status here. The younger generation doesn't even like to greet me."
Fang Wenxia rubbed her hands together. "Brother, what are you saying? Xiaojun! Say hello!" No matter who it was, being called out to their face like that was uncomfortable. Li Xiaojun reluctantly called out "Uncle," but Fang Zhiyi didn't respond to him.
Li Jianguo took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Fang Zhiyi. Fang Zhiyi didn't take it. Li Jianguo lit it for himself and said, "Brother, that matter I mentioned last time is almost settled. When the time comes, I'll still need you to come and help out."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
