Then she saw Uncle Fu, his face filled with sorrow, clutching his head as he collapsed to the ground, rolling around and wailing uncontrollably.
Uncle Fu’s state terrified Lin Ran, while over there, Granny Wang had already fallen to the floor, her eyes hollow and lifeless.
"What’s wrong with you?" Lin Ran asked.
Granny Wang stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Ran and Luo Yao.
"Young Master Lin, Miss, thank you for taking me in all this time. I… I’ll be leaving now."
Covering her face, Granny Wang ran off.
"Granny Wang? Where are you going?"
At that moment, Uncle Fu jolted up from the ground and chased after her, grabbing her arm.
A servant approached and quietly explained the situation.
It turned out that Granny Wang had planned to go to the hospital today, but Uncle Fu wouldn’t let her leave. Granny Wang had been furious because it was her scheduled day off, yet Uncle Fu insisted she work overtime.
In the end, Granny Wang had no choice but to finish her tasks as quickly as possible. But even after completing her work, Uncle Fu still refused to let her go.
"None of us understood why Uncle Fu always gave Granny Wang such a hard time. She’s such a kind person. But now I get it—there’s history between Granny Wang and Uncle Fu…"
Lin Ran shot the servant a strange look.
"Did I need you to point that out? I’m not blind. Get to the point."
The servant flushed slightly, embarrassed that Young Master Lin had no interest in the backstory, and continued.
In short, Granny Wang had an appointment with a specialist at the hospital and tried to force her way out. In his desperation, Uncle Fu pushed her, causing her to fall.
She stared at him in disappointment.
"Zhang Laifu, you really are still a bad person. To get back at me, you’d even risk your own grandson’s life."
Uncle Fu froze like a stunned goose, standing there dumbfounded before finally asking, "What did you say?"
"Your grandson is at the hospital right now, waiting for the specialist’s consultation. I made the appointment. By stopping me from leaving, you’re harming him."
Uncle Fu was speechless, his face a mask of disbelief.
"My grandson?"
Tears streamed down Granny Wang’s face, her eyes filled with despair.
"I never should have had that child back then. None of this suffering would exist. It’s all karma."
"Child? What child?"
Granny Wang finally snapped, shouting, "Your own flesh and blood!"
And so, the scene from earlier unfolded.
Uncle Fu couldn’t process the revelation, staggering back before collapsing to the ground, his expression just as hollow. Then, for some reason, he suddenly broke into loud sobs.
That was when Lin Ran came downstairs.
Now, Uncle Fu was holding Granny Wang at the door. "Explain what you just said. Why is he my grandson? What’s wrong with him?"
Granny Wang sniffled. "Because you’re his biological grandfather. Is that so hard to understand? Now, I’m leaving. If you want to fire me, I’ll accept it."
With that, Granny Wang shook off Uncle Fu’s grip and walked away, leaving him rooted in place, his pupils trembling violently.
Luo Yao, standing beside Lin Ran, had also pieced together the story and had her own suspicions.
"Uncle Fu, your salary for this month is forfeited. Get out of the estate. If you don’t sort this out, don’t come back. You know how much I despise deadbeat men."
Lin Ran patted him on the shoulder. "Well? Get going."
Uncle Fu gave Lin Ran a grateful look before vanishing. Watching their retreating figures, Lin Ran felt an unbearable itch—he hadn’t gotten the full story yet.
"Yao Yao, I’m going to check on them too."
Luo Yao nodded. "Go ahead. I have work, so I won’t join you. If Uncle Fu really is that kind of man, tell him to off himself."
Lin Ran grimaced awkwardly. If being a scumbag warranted death, his past self would’ve deserved a thousand cuts. It really showed how much Luo Yao loved him.
"Alright. But I should bring something. There’s a sick kid, after all. Hmm… some fruit—kids love that. And some healthy snacks. Oh, and sunflower seeds, drinks, bottled water—"
"Are you… really going to visit a patient?"
Lin Ran grinned. "Killing two birds with one stone."
After Lin Ran left, Luo Yao’s expression darkened.
"Liu Meng, come with me."
"Yes, President Luo."
"Bring pliers."
Liu Meng: "???"
When Lin Ran arrived at the hospital, he found Uncle Fu alone in the hallway.
"Where’s Granny Wang?"
Uncle Fu had regained his composure.
"She’s inside. Said she doesn’t want to see me, so I’m waiting here."
Lin Ran sighed inwardly for Uncle Fu. No matter how old you were, love troubles never spared anyone.
Compared to them, he and Luo Yao were practically… well, disgustingly happy.
"What if Granny Wang comes out and still ignores you?"
Uncle Fu’s eyes hardened with resolve. "If I’m at fault, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her."
Lin Ran gave him a strange look.
"Never took you for a scumbag old man."
Uncle Fu forced a smile—more like a grimace.
"Young Master Lin, please don’t tease me. Maybe… I’m the real clown of this world."
Everyone laughs at the clown, only to realize they’re all clowns themselves.
"Fine. I came to see Granny Wang, but I also want to check on her grandson. By the way, what’s the deal between you two?"
Uncle Fu fell silent.
"If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine."
And so, Uncle Fu began his story.
Time rewound to the 1980s, in a small coastal city in the north.
The city had just been designated as a prefecture-level municipality, entering a phase of rapid development under government planning.
Such turbulent times bred chaos.
As the saying goes, chaos creates heroes—and Zhang Laifu was one such "hero" of this minor upheaval.
After graduating university, he had planned to return to his hometown for a respectable job, but the times didn’t allow for respectability.
Everywhere, there were demolitions, corruption, and collusion between officials and businessmen…
When Zhang Laifu’s ancestral home was forcibly demolished, he finally snapped and took a darker path.
From a small-time thug, he climbed his way up to become a gang leader.
And in doing so, he became the very kind of person he once despised—doing anything for dirty money.
But everything changed because of one person: Wang Dahua.
In a village on the outskirts of the coastal city, Zhang Laifu swaggered in with a dozen men in tow.
"Village Chief Wang, tell your people to sign the contracts, take the money, and get out."
The village chief glared at him. "Zhang Laifu, you’ve lost your humanity. Helping those heartless developers for a few bucks—you’ll stoop to anything. These are our homes. We’ll demolish them if we want, and we won’t if we don’t. You can’t just force us to sign!"
Zhang Laifu, provoked by the chief’s defiance, let his gangster pride flare.
Pointing at the ground, he roared, "My rules are the rules here!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
