The surge of joy had barely risen in her heart when several flashlight beams suddenly shone on her: "Who's there? Don't move!"
Locked up in detention once again, Chen Ningxi's eyes were filled with disbelief. How could this be? Why didn't Fang Zhiyi come to save her? He must have been arrested too—yes, she was caught, so Fang Zhiyi must have been caught as well.
Were they only targeting Fang Zhiyi and not her? Damn the Fang Family! They must have written him a letter of forgiveness but left her out!
It wasn’t until she stood in court for sentencing that she realized Fang Zhiyi had never been arrested at all. Instead, he was sitting perfectly fine in the plaintiff’s seat, wearing an expression of grievance.
Chen Ningxi exploded. She refused to believe this fool would stand against her. She declared in court that Fang Zhiyi was also an accomplice, but the surveillance footage showed no trace of him—the cameras in the hallway leading to the office had been broken for a while and hadn’t been replaced.
Coupled with other testimonies, it was confirmed that Fang Zhiyi hadn’t even been at the company that day.
Chen Ningxi fell into deep self-doubt. Was it her? Did she have a split personality? Only when the judge sentenced her for stealing company secrets—though fortunately, they hadn’t been leaked, resulting in a lighter sentence of two years in prison—did she snap back to reality.
Looking at Fang Zhiyi in the plaintiff’s seat, his arm draped over his elder brother’s shoulder as he waved goodbye at her, she finally understood—Fang Zhiyi had played her!
When had it started? How had he figured out she was using him? Countless questions swarmed her mind, making her sick with frustration.
Chen Ningxi went to prison. The Fang Family swiftly announced that she was no longer associated with them. Immediately after, Fang Shijie arrived with his men to confront Chen Guodong.
On the same day, faced with photos and a paternity test thrown in front of him, Chen Guodong’s legs trembled.
"My sister told me not to kill you. Of course, if you refuse to sign, we can reconsider," Fang Shijie grinned, looking like a starving beast.
Chen Guodong eventually signed the divorce papers. At least he still had shares in his daughter’s company.
But when he arrived, he found the company deserted except for creditors. The high-salaried employees he had poached had long vanished. The moment he showed up, the debt collectors swarmed him.
Chen Guodong finally realized—he had been set up. His daughter too. But who was behind it all?
Fang Yingyou? No, though distant, this son of his was always measured.
Fang Zhiqing? No, she had been abroad for years and wouldn’t bother scheming against him or Ningxi.
Then… a name flashed in his mind, but he shook his head. Impossible. Fang Zhiyi had treated Ningxi like a little sister since childhood—why would he turn on her?
That left only those two old bastards.
Chen Guodong’s face darkened.
Zheng Shikai’s expression was equally grim. Smarter than Chen Guodong, he had already pieced it together—Fang Zhiyi was the mastermind. He had bided his time for years, waiting to wipe them all out in one move. Still, he was too green. Chen Ningxi was imprisoned, Chen Guodong left penniless, but the Zheng Family only suffered financial losses—nothing fatal.
"The Fang Family… Heh. Just wait," Zheng Shikai snarled. "Ningxi, hold on. I’ll make sure to crush them for you."
But the net closing around the Zheng Family had already been cast.
The internet was flooded with claims that Zheng Family products caused cancer. Every video had armies of bots stirring outrage, interspersed with pixelated clips of Zheng Shikai in bed with a notorious gangster.
Then, Zheng’s factories were exposed. Footage showed a worker urinating on the production line while others ignored it. When the scandal broke, inspectors arrived immediately and confirmed substandard products.
Zheng’s factories were shut down. Stocks plummeted.
Desperate, Zheng Shikai called his father for help—only to see the old man stiffly seated in a video call, six AK-wielding brutes looming behind him.
"Shikai… Stop. We’ve lost."
Hearing his father’s words, Zheng Shikai felt as if his bones had been ripped out. Was all this really Fang Zhiyi’s doing? How could someone be so ruthless? Spreading lies, manipulating public opinion, bribing workers, tampering with materials, even kidnapping his father—what kind of monster was he?
Even the Fang Family frowned upon learning of Fang Zhiyi’s methods.
"Yueyao, maybe you should take Zhiyi to see a psychologist?" Grandma suggested.
Fang Yueyao sighed at her youngest son lounging on the sofa. "He won’t go. Says there’s nothing wrong with him."
Grandpa scowled. "This is outrageous! Business should be conducted fairly. What kind of underhanded tricks is he using?"
"Now, now, old man," Grandma chided.
Grandpa brushed her off. "This is why he’s like this—you’ve all spoiled him! Today, we enforce family discipline! The Fang Family still has rules!"
Fang Shijie jumped up. Family discipline was no joke—he’d been on the receiving end once and couldn’t move for a week. Just as he was about to intervene, Fang Zhiyi stood.
"Grandpa, I was wrong!"
Grandpa eyed him. "You mean it?"
"Yes! I won’t do it again!"
Grandpa coughed heavily. "Fine. Don’t let it happen again."
The room fell silent in disbelief.
Fang Shijie: Seriously? That’s it? What about the beating I took?
Little Hei, watching from the sidelines: Respect.
Two years later, Chen Ningxi was released from prison. To her surprise, someone was waiting—her long-lost mother.
Overjoyed, she hugged her, only to see the woman’s somber expression.
"What’s wrong, Mom?"
"Your father… he ran away."
"What???" Chen Ningxi froze. When she finally snapped out of it, she demanded to know everything that had happened.
The Zheng Family had gone bankrupt. Zheng Shikai had vanished. Chen Guodong, stripped of everything, had been hounded by creditors until he fled.
Chen Ningxi, who had clung to the hope of Zheng Shikai helping her rise again, was shattered. No wonder no one had visited her in prison—she thought they were busy. Now she understood. Fang Zhiyi had orchestrated it all.
She wanted to confront him, but she couldn’t even get near the Fang Family villa. Fang Zhiyi had taken over his uncle’s underground operations, transforming thugs into security and logistics personnel.
The Fang estate was now patrolled by guards.
Fang Shijie had been kicked out by the old man—told not to return until he found a partner.
Fang Zhiqing had returned abroad to pursue her passion for art, reportedly with a new boyfriend in tow.
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?
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.
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."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
