Fang Zhiyi didn't show any impatience from beginning to end. He just kept bragging as usual. Li Jianjun also drank very happily, and it wasn't until the evening that Fang Wenxia's family finally left.
As soon as the door closed, Fang Zhiyi heard a sharp slap from behind.
Immediately after came Liu Mei's voice scolding the child: "You worthless money-loser, who told you to grab food with your hands?"
"Mom, I saw brother take a bite and throw it away, I was afraid of wasting it..."
"Who are you putting on that act for? Have we starved you or something? Picking up other people's leftovers! Aren't you ashamed! No wonder you're a money-loser!"
Fang Zhiyi's face instantly turned cold, and he quickly walked back to the table.
"I wanted to taste the chicken wings..."
Liu Mei just glanced at Fang Zhiyi and continued to scold: "Chicken wings are delicious, right? Then remember this, study hard in the future and find a good job. Otherwise, when others eat chicken wings, you can only watch. If you don't study hard, you'll end up like me and your dad, earning a dead wage and working like a slave for the rest of your life!"
Fang Ting shrank back like a quail, bean-sized tears rolling down from her eyes.
"No, are you crazy? How old is Tingting?" Fang Zhiyi couldn't hold it back anymore.
Liu Mei looked at him in surprise. In the past, he never said a word when she disciplined the children.
"You with the surname Fang, do you know how much this meal cost today? With our meager wages, how many times can we afford to treat them? And buying a good bottle of liquor, do you know that liquor cost half my monthly salary?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "I know, that liquor is enough to buy your life."
"What did you say!" Liu Mei's voice instantly became shrill. "It's all your teaching! Look, the older one doesn't learn well, his grades are getting worse every time, and you don't care. The younger one acts like a beggar. And you, you're still dissatisfied with me, right? Fine, if you're dissatisfied, let's get a divorce!"
Fang Zhiyi gently covered his daughter's ears.
"Okay."
Suddenly the house became quiet. Fang Ning looked at his father in astonishment. Fang Ting didn't hear it; she just looked at her father in panic, and then at her shocked mother.
"Say that again?"
"I said okay."
"Fang, what do you mean? I was really blind to marry you back then!" Liu Mei suddenly flew into a rage. "Fine, you want a divorce, right? I'll divorce you! Let's see how you live your life without me!"
But no one stopped her. Liu Mei glared at everyone. Fang Ning opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
"Great, so this is how your Fang family bullies people, huh?" Liu Mei's chest heaved up and down.
"One word, are we divorcing or not? I'll give you a chance. If we're not divorcing, keep your mouth shut in the future. Don't just spew out ugly words."
Liu Mei was still defiant: "What ugly words did I say? Ah?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Fang Ning: "Don't you know in your own heart? All day long you're either comparing this person to your son or that person to your daughter. I realize you really have no shame. Why don't you compare yourself to others?"
Liu Mei's face twisted: "Compare what? What did I compare? Fang Zhiyi, are you seeing someone on the outside?"
"Cut it out. If we're talking about an issue, stick to the issue. Don't make wild accusations."
Fang Ning finally spoke up: "Mom, Dad, stop arguing..." He was a bit puzzled, why did his parents suddenly start fighting?
Unexpectedly, Liu Mei turned her head and yelled at him: "Stay out of this! If it weren't for you and this little money-loser, I would have left your dad long ago!"
Fang Zhiyi had a bit of a headache. To be honest, he wasn't very good at handling this kind of thing.
So amidst Liu Mei's yelling, Fang Zhiyi picked up his daughter, called out to Fang Ning, and walked straight out of the house.
"Dad, did you have a fight with Mom?" Fang Ting hesitated for a long time before asking cautiously.
Fang Zhiyi didn't tell her to shut up like he usually did. Instead, he smiled at her: "Ah, arguing is normal. You also argue with your classmates at school, right?"
Fang Ting thought about it and nodded gently.
Fang Zhiyi noticed the rag doll she was clutching in her hand: "Let's go, Dad will take you to buy a new doll."
Fang Ting looked at Fang Zhiyi, then looked down at the broken doll, a little hesitant: "Mom said we have no money at home and won't let us buy things recklessly."
Fang Zhiyi cursed the original owner of the body a couple of times in his heart. Little Hei immediately understood, raised its tentacles, and fiercely slapped the pitch-black original owner's face twice.
"Then, how about we buy two?" Fang Zhiyi said with a smile.
Fang Ting nodded somewhat uncertainly, and Fang Zhiyi patted her head.
Fang Ning watched Fang Zhiyi talking to his sister, feeling that his dad was somehow different. But he knew clearly in his heart that his parents couldn't change. Maybe it was just a whim today.
When he was capable, he must leave this home! When he grew up, he definitely wouldn't become an adult like Fang Zhiyi!
"Hey, how do I get to the nearest hardware store?" a passerby suddenly asked.
Fang Zhiyi, holding his daughter with his reluctant son following behind, looked at the person in front of him and smiled: "Do you see that intersection ahead?"
"I see it, and then?" the man looked around.
"There are a lot of people there, go ask them!"
Fang Ning almost tripped. That's not right, Dad was always the most warm-hearted, especially in front of outsiders.
"Dad, why didn't you tell him?" Fang Ting still didn't quite understand.
"This kind of person doesn't even know how to say 'please', yet he's asking for directions." Fang Zhiyi smiled. "It's fine to be a good person, but respect is mutual, understand?"
Fang Ting nodded.
Fang Ning inexplicably felt a bit of satisfaction.
However, he still didn't trust his dad. He knew exactly what kind of person Fang Zhiyi was. He wasn't as easy to fool as his sister.
Fang Zhiyi bought things for his daughter and asked if he wanted anything. Fang Ning looked at the dazzling array of goods, but ultimately shook his head. Thinking of him now? It's too late.
Fang Zhiyi didn't continue to ask him. Just as he watched his daughter holding her new doll and talking to herself, he suddenly asked: "Do you think I treat that Li Xiaojun better than I treat you and your sister?" Fang Zhiyi directly brought up the topic.
Fang Ning looked at Fang Zhiyi in surprise, but Fang Zhiyi kept staring at his daughter's back.
"So what should I do, beat him up? I'm an adult hitting a child, I can't justify that."
Fang Ning gathered his courage: "I'm a child too, I can beat him up!"
"You beating him won't work either. In this matter, it's Li Xiaojun's fault, but it's too trivial. If you hit him over something like this, I'll be the one who has to apologize and pay compensation, right?"
"But you..."
Fang Zhiyi interrupted him: "You're still too young, there are some things you don't understand."
Fang Ning's eyes dimmed again. Yeah, it was always 'you don't understand'. On one hand, he spent extravagantly on outsiders, while on the other hand, he demanded that his own children be sensible early on and know how to be frugal.
"To ruin a person, using violence alone isn't enough. If you hit him and it hurts, it only hurts this one time. But if he makes a mistake and I still give him money and encourage him, that's completely different."
Fang Ning: "???"
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.
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]
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."
