She got up to cook. During this time, Mother Wei came over to nag a few times, which was nothing more than scolding her for acting like a dead person all day. Father Wei had just returned from playing chess; seeing this, he said nothing and just waited to eat.
No one noticed that Zhang Qingqing poured more than half a packet of Dushuqiang rat poison into the pot. In this era, there were hardly any fake goods, and the toxicity was even more terrifying.
She watched the Wei family eat this last meal, and she also watched Mother Wei clutch her chest, trying to grab her.
At this moment, Zhang Qingqing's soul seemed to have returned.
She began to laugh. "No one can bully me, not even you! Absolutely not! Pah!" She viciously kicked the already dead Mother Wei, then turned around, yanked her own son up, and slapped him fiercely across the face several times.
Wei Xiangyang, dead drunk once again, staggered home. He really couldn't understand why those who were inferior to him were doing so well now.
Pushing open the door, the house was pitch black. Wei Xiangyang cursed Zhang Qingqing under his breath, planning to beat her up again, completely unaware of the glowing eyes by the door.
With a sharp crack, Wei Xiangyang clutched his head and fell to the ground. The pain dissipated much of his drunkenness. Turning his head, he clearly saw his attacker. Father Wei's favorite orchid was scattered on the floor—that potted orchid was what had just smashed into his head. And Zhang Qingqing was currently holding a kitchen knife in her hand.
"I loved you so much, why did you treat me like this?"
"You lunatic, you... Mom! Dad!" Wei Xiangyang was getting scared, but an even more terrifying scene appeared before him. He struggled to crawl toward the living room, only to see his parents and son sitting neatly on the sofa, each of their faces twisted in extreme agony.
"What did you do..."
"I'm just getting justice. This is what your Wei family owes me, what you owe me!"
Zhang Qingqing raised the kitchen knife in her hand.
This family annihilation case caused a sensation for a time. Even Fang Zhiyi saw the news in the newspaper. He heard that Zhang Qingqing had been arrested and would likely face the death penalty.
He shook his head and spoke earnestly to his daughter beside him: "So you see, a man who beats his wife is unacceptable. Also, with domestic violence, if it happens once, it will happen countless times. Do you understand?"
Fang Xiaoxia was a bit exasperated: "Dad, say a few words less, will you? How could I not know?"
"Hmph, I should say less? What about your personal issues..."
"Dad!"
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at the door. Technician Wang was looking at them somewhat nervously: "President Fang, there's a difficult problem here that needs your attention."
Fang Xiaoxia nodded: "Dad, sit here for a while."
Fang Zhiyi chuckled: "I won't sit. I shouldn't get in the way of you young people talking about love."
Little Wang stumbled on his feet.
"Dad, what are you saying!"
Fang Zhiyi just looked at his daughter: "Do you think I'm old and senile? I saw it back when you were learning to drive a tractor. This brat looks at you five times for every three sentences he speaks. You think he doesn't have feelings for you?"
Fang Xiaoxia looked at Little Wang in disbelief.
Little Wang's face instantly turned bright red.
"I'm old now, I don't manage things anymore. You guys get busy, it's good to be busy..."
Fang Zhiyi didn't go back; instead, he strolled along the street. This era was an era of explosive growth, an era of creating miracles. The streets were bustling with people coming and going, and everyone was full of hope for the future.
He inexplicably felt that he too had gained a lot of energy.
But as he passed a small alley, he heard some discordant sounds coming from inside.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. These people were a bit of a buzzkill.
A man had a sharp knife pressed against his throat, but he was holding on tightly to the bag in his arms, which clearly contained valuables.
"Hand it over, or you're dead!" the leading young man threatened.
Against the backdrop of rapid economic development, some lawless elements had also been bred. Robbing foreign businessmen was one of their means of making a profit.
A brick flew over and hit his hand perfectly. The young man cried out in pain, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.
Turning his head and seeing it was an old man, he cursed loudly: "Damned old geezer, do you want to die?!"
"Sure enough, there's scum everywhere and at all times," Fang Zhiyi shook his head.
"What did you say?!"
His accomplice stepped forward to push Fang Zhiyi, but was hit right in the groin by Fang Zhiyi's swift kick. The man immediately fell to the ground, rolling around endlessly like a cooked shrimp.
"You're courting death!"
The remaining robbers were enraged and advanced directly. Just at this moment, a voice came from the entrance of the alley.
"He's here!" A group of people jogged in, instantly blocking the alley completely.
"Old sir, please don't run around, what if you get lost?" the leading man said. Then, looking at the scene before him, he frowned, "Old sir, what is this?"
"Just drawing my sword to help upon seeing an injustice on the road," Fang Zhiyi replied.
Seeing the situation turning bad, the leader of the robbers immediately cursed: "Relying on numbers, huh? Old man, do you dare let me make a phone call?!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "I don't dare."
"Uh?"
"Beat them to a pulp! Then send them to the police station!" Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. This group of people who had come looking for him were all hot-blooded young men. Hearing the boss's father speak, they immediately pounced.
Fang Zhiyi turned to leave, and the man he had saved thanked him profusely.
"Old gentleman, you are my lifesaver. Please leave your name, I will definitely repay you another day!"
"It's a small matter, haha, my name is Fang Zhiyi." Fang Zhiyi waved his hand and slowly walked away.
The man froze for a moment, then shouted excitedly: "Old gentleman, my surname is also Fang!"
Fang Zhiyi didn't turn around; he just waved his hand.
He also didn't notice that Little Hei's expression was a bit strange, as if he was trying hard to hold back a laugh.
With this departure, Fang Zhiyi walked to the end of his life. He returned to Xiashan Village, lay quietly in his old house, and fell asleep, never to wake up again.
In his will, he left the toy factory to the collective of Xiashan Village, making life better and better for the entire village. He also instructed his daughter to marry only when she met the right person; he was in no rush.
Fang Xiaoxia finally tied the knot with Wang Yunyang. On their wedding day, she and Wang Yunyang specifically came to Fang Zhiyi's grave and said many things.
Time flew by.
A couple hurried home holding a newborn baby. For no other reason than that the old man was already on his deathbed. He refused to die in the hospital and insisted on returning home.
"Dad, Dad, I'm back. Look, this is your grandson!" The man lifted the child in his hands to show his father.
The old man looked at the baby, opened his mouth, but made no sound.
"Your dad has been senile for a long time, what could he possibly know?" The man's mother wiped her tears.
"Fang... Fang..." The old man made a sound.
The whole family pricked up their ears to listen.
"Fang... Zhi... yi..."
As his hand slowly fell, the man's eyes were filled with sorrow.
Cries echoed throughout the room.
"Zhiyi, Zhiyi, this is the name your grandfather gave you. From now on, you will be called Fang Zhiyi," the woman took the baby and said to him with tears in her eyes.
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."
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
