Fang Zhiyi agreed without hesitation and indignantly expressed his full support for his sister!
This touched Fang Wenxia quite a bit.
Driven by a mind full of anger, Liu Mei headed straight to the divorce office with Fang Zhiyi with almost no hesitation. They went through the divorce procedures simply and roughly. When the staff asked about the custody of the children, Liu Mei, with a look of disgust, suggested leaving them all to Fang Zhiyi.
However, when she walked out and saw Fang Zhiyi hailing a cab to leave with an impatient eagerness, she felt she had been tricked.
When she remembered to pack her luggage, something even more infuriating happened. Fang Zhiyi had actually hired someone to change the door locks, and all her belongings had been thrown outside!
Liu Mei broke down again and hurled abuses at the door, but no one responded from inside. Instead, many onlookers gathered to watch the drama. In the end, Liu Mei had no choice but to return to her parents' home in disgrace.
But she soon felt that her own family was rejecting her too, and the reason lay with her eldest brother and sister-in-law.
"She subsidized the Fang family every day; she never thought about us."
"Now she gets a divorce just like that, and comes running back to freeload off us."
"She just has a good life."
Hearing such words repeatedly, Liu Mei couldn't save face. Then, she thought of something: she owned half of Fang Zhiyi's house!
She called Fang Zhiyi. A lively atmosphere came from the other end of the line, along with Fang Ting's laughter and Fang Ning's voice telling his younger sister to slow down.
"Where are you?" Liu Mei asked, looking at the messy room she was staying in.
Fang Zhiyi replied, "I took the kids out for a trip. I haven't taken them out for so many years."
Liu Mei's heart raced. A trip? He went out to have fun right after divorcing her? Impossible!
"Your house! I own half of it. Give me the money!"
"Sure."
"Give me the money... Huh?" Liu Mei didn't expect Fang Zhiyi to agree so readily.
"I'll transfer it to your card in a bit," Fang Zhiyi said, and then hung up.
Little Hei was puzzled. "You're that easygoing?"
Fang Zhiyi laughed. "I am a law-abiding good citizen, after all." He looked at his children playing in the seawater and roared, "Here I come!"
Fang Ting shrieked and ran away, while Fang Ning, who felt this was all somewhat surreal, was splashed head-to-toe with water by Fang Zhiyi.
"I... I'm going all out!"
"Damn it, are you trying to commit patricide? You rebellious son!"
"We're fighting to the bitter end! Today, we are not father and son!"
"You little bastard, who's afraid of who?"
"Dad, if brother is a little bastard, then what are you and I..."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft."
The news of Fang Zhiyi's divorce reached the anxious Fang Zhiming's ears, and he immediately picked up his phone to contact Fang Zhiyi.
"Big brother, you got a divorce?"
"Yeah."
"Then the house..."
"What house?" Fang Zhiyi asked in confusion.
"Big brother, stop joking around. Didn't you say you would help me mortgage it?" Fang Zhiming laughed.
"Oh, oh, right, right, there was such a thing. But I can't mortgage it now; I sold the house."
"Sold... sold it?" Fang Zhiming spat out a mouthful of water. "Then the money..."
"Oh, the money. Didn't I give half of it to your former sister-in-law? You know that."
"No, big brother, you said you were going to help me."
"Yeah, but I regret it now." Fang Zhiyi smiled mischievously.
On the other end, Fang Zhiming was stunned for a long while. "Big brother, what do you mean?"
"I regret it! Can't you understand?"
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Fang Zhiming stood frozen. What did this mean? Did his big brother trick him?
Not giving up, he dialed the number again.
"Hello," Fang Zhiyi's voice sounded lazy.
"Big brother, stop messing around. You took my money."
"What money?" Fang Zhiyi was puzzled.
"The money you said you were going to give to sister-in-law!" Fang Zhiming practically roared into the phone.
"Oh, oh, right, right. I gave that money to your sister-in-law. I gave it to her yesterday. What about it?"
"What about it? Fang Zhiyi, if you're not going to help me, give me my money back!"
Fang Zhiyi fell silent for a long moment before suddenly saying, "Give your money back? Do you have proof? Did I ever borrow money from you? On the contrary, you borrowed eighty thousand from me and haven't paid it back yet. Zhiming, how do you have the nerve to say such things?"
Fang Zhiming felt like he was going to cough up blood.
He stared at the hung-up phone, unable to recover his senses for a long time.
Fang Zhiyi was comfortably basking in the sun when his phone rang again.
Fang Ning said, "Dad, you are so busy now."
"It's good to be busy. The God of Wealth is here," Fang Zhiyi laughed and picked up the phone. "Lao Zhou! Long time no see!"
"Boss Fang, the job is done. I've transferred your share to you. It's forty thousand yuan. Don't think it's too little. Let's work together again next time we get a chance," a man's voice came from the other end.
"Easy to say, easy to say. How much did you guys actually rip off for this renovation?" Fang Zhiyi asked curiously.
"Oh, the quote was eighty-eight thousand. We bumped it up a bit for changing materials, a bit more for rework, and a bit more for minor fixes... all in all, it was over two hundred thousand. Hahaha, is she really your biological sister?"
Fang Zhiyi laughed, "Of course. But Boss Zhou must have heard that saying, right?"
"What saying?"
"Make half a profit off strangers, but take the grand slam from relatives! Hahahaha."
After he hung up, Fang Ning looked at Fang Zhiyi with extremely complex eyes.
"Dad, you treated them so well for so many years, was it just for today?"
Fang Zhiyi looked into his eyes and shook his head after a long while. "I treated them well for so many years, but they were never satisfied. For wolves that can never be fed enough, one should collect some interest."
Fang Ning nodded.
Meanwhile, the Original Host was going crazy at this moment. He struggled desperately. Little Hei looked at him and sighed, "You really are hopeless." It slapped him down, instantly flattening the Original Host, and then wrapped him up with its tentacles and stuffed him into its mouth. "Completely unteachable. A waste of time."
Liu Mei had rented an apartment and was just about to eagerly start her new life when, unexpectedly, her eldest brother and sister-in-law came knocking on her door.
"You guys..." Liu Mei looked at the gifts they were carrying.
"Hey, didn't you move out? Your brother and I were worried you wouldn't be used to it, so we came specifically to see you," her eldest brother said.
Her sister-in-law chimed in, "Don't blame your sister-in-law. I was just saying those things back then, but in my heart, I want the best for you! You're not mad at me, are you?"
Liu Mei looked at her sister-in-law, and a surge of warmth welled up in her heart. "How could I be?"
"Not to mention, this place is pretty nice, isn't it?" Her eldest brother looked around. "Coincidentally, your nephew is about to start high school right nearby. You'll have to help look after him when the time comes."
Liu Mei patted her chest. "We're all family, what are you saying!" The moment she lowered her hand, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had done this long ago, or seen someone else do it... Uh...
Fang Zhiming was about to go crazy. His big brother had scammed him out of his money and wouldn't return it, and he couldn't find him anywhere. After asking around, he only managed to find out Liu Mei's address.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
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."
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.
