Fang Zhiqing and Fang Yingyou exchanged a glance before reaching out to take it. "Now that we know what they're planning, leave the rest to me and your brother."
Fang Zhiyi shook his head vigorously like a rattle-drum. "No way. I've acted this far—this show deserves my curtain call."
Fang Yingyou asked, "What do you plan to do?"
Fang Zhiyi grinned, his smile sending an inexplicable chill down the spines of the two before him.
Chen Ningxi's phone showed dozens of missed calls. She slowly got out of bed, completely naked, bent down to pick up her phone, and sneered at the sight of her second brother’s name before finally dialing back.
"Hey, where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you," Fang Zhiyi’s anxious voice came through.
A pair of hands reached from behind and embraced her.
"Brother, I was bullied today and felt terrible, so I just wandered around outside," Chen Ningxi said in a sweet, affected tone.
"Stop wandering. Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up!" Fang Zhiyi really didn’t want to go himself.
Chen Ningxi gave an address.
"Someone’s targeting you?" Fang Zhiyi looked incredulous.
Chen Ningxi nodded. "That supervisor from the design department."
"Hmm..." Fang Zhiyi hesitated.
"Second Brother, if it’s too much trouble, forget it. It’s just an internship—it’s fine," she said, playing the considerate sister.
Fang Zhiyi studied her for a long moment before finally saying, "Go to work for a few more days. I’ll talk to that iceberg." His nickname for his eldest brother was "iceberg."
Chen Ningxi’s heart swelled with glee. Zheng Shikai was right—this fool was truly useful.
Chen Ningxi endured a few more days of torment at the company. For some reason, Cai Qing was relentlessly targeting her, even making her clean the design department.
Finally, Fang Zhiyi’s intervention bore fruit. The sales department next door extended a helping hand—their director had a heated argument with Cai Qing and transferred Chen Ningxi to their team.
For Chen Ningxi, these days in the design department had been the lowest point of her life. Suddenly showered with kindness from new colleagues, she immediately regarded them as close friends.
Both the sales team leader and the director treated her well, assigning her only simple, easy tasks. Beyond that, the director even introduced her to leaders from other departments.
"This is the Fang family’s young lady."
"This is Fang Zhiyi’s sister."
"Ningxi is incredibly capable!"
Except for the design department, nearly every department befriended her, and all of them sang her praises—her sketches were brilliant, clients adored her, difficult clients signed contracts after meeting her, and her proposals were flawless, earning even the strict Mr. Fang's rare approval.
Chen Ningxi gradually lost herself in this flattery, especially when she caught the dark glare from Cai Qing, the design department director—it only deepened her satisfaction.
It was around this time that Zheng Shikai contacted her.
"What? Steal documents?" Chen Ningxi hesitated. "Isn’t that risky?"
Zheng Shikai reassured her, "It’s just an insignificant file. Even if you’re caught, that fool will cover for you. It’ll also drive a wedge between the brothers."
He even added, "For our future together, we need to do what’s necessary now. After this, leave Fang Corporation and start your own company—we’ll rely on them for support at first."
Chen Ningxi nodded, her resolve hardening. No matter how talented she was, this was still Fang Corporation—her enemy’s territory!
Stealing the file went smoothly. She didn’t encounter a single person, glancing around nervously until she finally exhaled in relief outside the building.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi and the others watched her theft unfold on the surveillance feed.
"Director Fang, should we call the police?" the sales director asked.
Fang Yingyou looked at his brother and shook his head. "No rush."
Fang Zhiyi turned. "Call them! Now! But you do it, Brother."
Fang Yingyou paused, then pulled out his phone.
Chen Ningxi, still flirting with Zheng Shikai over the phone, had just stepped out of the car when police officers lying in wait arrested her.
Panicked in her first encounter with the law, she only calmed down after seeing the surveillance footage. "Let me make a call! That’s my brother’s office! I had every right to take those things!"
She dialed, but Fang Zhiyi’s phone was unreachable. Fang Yingyou’s didn’t connect either.
Chen Ningxi was temporarily detained. After two days of sleeping on hard beds and eating plain rice, Fang Zhiyi finally swaggered into the police station with his brother. The moment they entered the holding area, his demeanor shifted—his face twisted with worry, eyes reddening.
Fang Yingyou watched in amazement, silently marveling at how much his brother had endured over the years.
"Ningxi! I’m here!" Fang Zhiyi urged them to open the cell door.
"I forced him to sign the release papers! We’re going home today!" He jabbed a finger at Fang Yingyou. Chen Ningxi was overjoyed—she’d thought she’d be imprisoned, but her foolish second brother had come through.
"Second Brother!" She moved to hug him, but Fang Zhiyi suddenly spun and grabbed his brother’s collar, neatly dodging her.
Chen Ningxi fell to the floor, wincing as she got up, ready to complain—until she saw Fang Zhiyi and his brother start fighting.
Her heart leapt. She rushed forward to intervene. "Stop! Don’t fight, Second Brother! Ow!" Fang Zhiyi "accidentally" elbowed her in the face.
"Are you okay?" Fang Zhiyi quickly turned to help her up, only to step on her foot, then yanked her along, shouting over his shoulder, "Don’t think Ningxi can’t survive without Fang Corporation! Just wait!" Distracted, he didn’t notice her smacking headfirst into a wall.
Fang Yingyou turned away, struggling not to laugh—though to outsiders, he seemed furious.
Fang Zhiyi took Chen Ningxi to an apartment. Finally recovering from her dizziness, she asked, "Brother, why are we here? Aren’t we going home?"
Fang Zhiyi fumed, "No! They refused to help you! I’ve cut ties with them! From now on, this is our home!"
Chen Ningxi suddenly had an idea. "Brother, I don’t want to work at Fang Corporation anymore. I want... to start my own company."
Fang Zhiyi waved grandly. "Do it!"
Her heart soared, but she feigned hesitation. "But I don’t have money..."
Fang Zhiyi dismissed it. "No problem. Wait." He fiddled with his phone, then slumped. "Damn. My accounts are frozen."
Chen Ningxi’s face fell. "What now? Maybe you should apologize to Big Brother... or ask Mom..."
Fang Zhiyi stubbornly refused. "No way. Absolutely not! Never!"
"Then what do we do?" Chen Ningxi grew irritated, her bruises throbbing.
Fang Zhiyi looked at her. "I’ve heard everyone says you’re incredibly capable."
She blinked, then smiled shyly. "Yes."
"Do you know what matters most in starting a company? It’s not money—it’s skill and connections."
Chen Ningxi nodded, looking at her second brother whose face was etched with solemnity.
"You've got the skills—enough to reach at least twenty stories high. And as for connections... I have those."
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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
