The Tang Family Residence.
"Little sister, can you hurry up?" Tang Shouye had his hands behind his back, his eyebrows knitted tightly together. Looking rather anxious, he paced back and forth outside Tang Yuyao's door.
"Damn fatty, what's the rush? If you're in such a hurry, go by yourself!"
Acting like a complete rogue, Tang Yuyao shot back and then happily continued doing her makeup, gently curling her eyelashes with an eyelash curler.
Because she was already naturally beautiful, she didn't need much dressing up. Usually, Tang Yuyao was very quick at doing her makeup. The only reason she was dawdling so much now was purely because she had stayed in bed and refused to get up.
At seven o'clock, Tang Shouye had come over and hollered at her.
"Little sister, we need to go thank them today. It'll show more sincerity if we go together. Get ready, we'll head out around eight-thirty..."
"Mhm... I know, I know..."
And then... there was no 'then'.
Tang Yuyao had completely blacked out after that. She was too tired. Last night, something on her phone had caused her to break down; she had been heartbroken for ages and stayed awake for most of the night, only falling asleep when it was almost dawn.
Having not slept for long before being immediately woken up again, Tang Yuyao felt like her health bar was blinking red. One wrong move and she might just close her eyes, kick the bucket, and pass out on the spot.
But it couldn't be helped. After all, the other party had done them a favor this time. It would be unjustifiable not to show some appreciation. In the Tang family, apart from the second brother, Tang Jianjun, who wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, the other brothers were all incredibly shrewd.
They were very smooth in handling matters. Of course, for Tang Shouye, "smooth and round" could also perfectly describe his physical appearance.
While the other brothers were running around outside, the miscellaneous chores at home naturally fell entirely onto Tang Shouye's shoulders. And so, bright and early, he came over to drag his somewhat rebellious sister out to properly thank their benefactor.
A "modest" token of appreciation would suffice.
As for how "modest" it actually was, that would test the "finesse" of a shrewd man like Tang Shouye. Regardless, he could definitely make the other party feel that it was "full of sincerity"!
And in a way that wouldn't leave any room for gossip!
Outside the room.
Hearing his sister's reply from inside, Tang Shouye's face scrunched up like a bitter melon...
"Sigh, why is my life so bitter?" Tang Shouye tilted his head back, staring up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. A hint of tears welled up in his mung-bean-sized eyes, but even so, he refused to lower his head... because, if he bowed his head, his crown would fall.
Dealing with everyone else in the family wasn't actually that troublesome for Tang Shouye. Even the old man, who loved to dish out a "ten-hit combo" beating at the drop of a hat, was manageable—after all, Shouye had thick skin. The truly difficult one to deal with was his "spoiled" little sister.
"Spoiled" here didn't mean she was evil or had bad habits. It was just that compared to the other brothers in the family, the treatment Tang Yuyao had received since birth was better than all the brothers combined.
Many flaws that were absolutely forbidden for the brothers were present in Tang Yuyao. They weren't major flaws, just minor ones like being lazy, talking back, and being messy...
If any of the brothers dared to act like that, they would be met with a ten-hit combo beating right off the bat.
But Tang Yuyao never faced that. With this comparison, wasn't she just "spoiled" in Tang Shouye's eyes?
Growing up, let alone a "ten-hit combo," she hadn't even had her palms slapped more than twice...
"Alright, alright. It hasn't even been that long and you're just rushing me nonstop. Let's go." Holding her white handbag and wearing high heels, Tang Yuyao finally emerged from her room.
As soon as she came out, she saw her fourth brother, who looked like the "God of Wealth," staring up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle in the courtyard, looking as if his life was more bitter than yellow lotus.
"What are you doing?" Tang Yuyao raised a delicate eyebrow.
Tang Shouye shook his head. "You'll understand when you get to my age..."
"If you're impotent, just say so. What do you mean 'you'll understand when you get to my age'? Get it treated early, don't leave my sister-in-law crying alone in bed at night, tsk tsk tsk..." Tang Yuyao said in an earnest tone.
Tang Shouye: "???"
"Pfft—"
"Cough, cough. Little sister, how can a girl like you say such vulgar things?" Tang Shouye coughed a few times, almost choking to death on his sister's words. Was everyone's tongue this venomous nowadays?
Tang Yuyao looked calm: "Your mom."
Tang Shouye: "???"
"Hey, my temper..."
"Daughter!"
Hearing his little sister actually start an "indiscriminate attack," Tang Shouye was preparing to fulfill his duty as an older brother and correct her!
And then... Mother Tang's cheerful voice came from behind, and Tang Shouye instantly deflated.
Mother Tang walked into the courtyard from outside. Holding Tang Yuyao's hands, she cheerfully asked, "What is it? Why did my daughter call for mom?"
Tang Shouye: "..."
Is it possible, Mom, that my little sister was just cursing at me?
Tang Yuyao cast a disdainful look at her damn fat fourth brother who had just been preparing to verbally educate her. She then began to explain to her mother what had happened over the past two days. At the same time, Tang Yuyao also asked a question that had been puzzling her for a long time.
"Mom, how did you guys find out I got arrested so quickly?" Tang Yuyao asked.
"Oh, that. You'll have to ask your fourth brother." Mother Tang blinked, looking at her fat son who was squatting to the side, sulking and drawing circles on the ground.
Tang Shouye immediately resurrected on the spot, his belly even bouncing a little. He rubbed his hands together and walked over.
"Hehe, Mom, you called for me?"
"Son, tell your sister how you found out earlier."
Now that Mother Tang had spoken, Tang Shouye naturally told them everything. It was fine before they compared notes, but the moment they did, a problem immediately emerged!
"A helpful call from a good Samaritan?" A giant question mark appeared over Tang Yuyao's head.
"Yeah, is there a problem, little sister?" Tang Shouye said as he rummaged through his phone, finding the number that had called two days ago to tell him his sister had been arrested for drunk driving.
As for why he called them a good Samaritan... it was because when Tang Shouye tried to call back to thank the person, he found out the number was empty and didn't exist. He later asked a professional technician and learned that the number had been encrypted.
Tang Yuyao looked at the string of digits for the empty number on the phone and fell silent.
She... didn't really have many friends out there these past few years, did she?
Who did this?
"Did they say anything else?" Tang Yuyao frowned and continued to ask.
"No. The voice was encrypted too, so I couldn't trace it. I thought it was some friend who had a secret crush on you, but as it turned out..." Tang Shouye's voice grew quieter and quieter as he spoke.
As it turned out... his little sister was actually hiding a boyfriend, and they were already living together!
How ridiculous is that?
After muttering for a moment, Tang Shouye suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he thought of something... Wait!
Something was wrong!
The two of them reacted at almost the exact same time. Across their mother, the brother and sister locked eyes.
Tang Yuyao: Fatty, you'd better tell me everything you know, or I'll tell Mom you just tried to hit me!
Tang Shouye: ???
Tang Shouye's eyes filled with horror. He never expected his own sister to be so despicable as to frame him. The most outrageous part was that regardless of whether this accusation was true or false, as long as she said it, he would definitely receive a "ten-consecutive draw" of beatings.
And... doesn't your conscience hurt when you say that? Your brother only tricked you a little; since when did I ever dare to hit you? No one in the family dares to hit you, how do you even have the nerve to say that out loud?
Even Old Master Tang didn't dare to hit Tang Yuyao. Once, he said a couple of harsh words, and he and his wife ended up sleeping in separate beds for over half a month. It made the old man so miserable he almost became depressed.
If their own old man didn't dare, let alone Tang Shouye.
He was the easiest to bully in the family, at the very bottom of the chain of disdain. How could he dare!
Tang Shouye: Little sister, do you think your fourth brother is easily scared?!
Tang Yuyao: Mom, Fourth Brother just...
Hahaha, little sister, look at you, getting anxious again. Fourth Brother was just joking with you, hahaha... Tang Shouye trembled in fear, hastily begging for mercy with his eyes and surrendering at the speed of light.
Hmph. If expressions could be materialized, Tang Yuyao would currently have her hands on her hips, her chin pointing to the sky, looking incredibly smug.
With the siblings' negotiation settled, it was time to set off.
Daughter, it's necessary to thank them, but there's no need to give yourself too much of a psychological burden. If they say anything you don't like hearing, you don't need to give them face. Your dad isn't dead yet, and your brothers aren't just for show. It's just a bureau chief...
Before leaving, Mother Tang pulled Tang Yuyao aside and muttered to her for a long time, terrified that her daughter would suffer grievances outside.
Only Tang Shouye, standing to the side, listened with sweat pouring down his back...
It wouldn't go that far, right, Mom... Just because someone's words are a bit pushy, we're going to fall out with them?
What made Tang Shouye even more silent was... his mom probably wasn't joking. She meant it.
His sister truly couldn't handle the slightest bit of grievance...
The motorcade left the Tang residence, and the siblings headed towards the bureau where Wang Fugui was located.
Halfway there, Tang Shouye made a phone call to inform him that the two of them were coming over.
Hello, Brother Fugui, are you at the bureau right now...
The hospital? What are you doing at the hospital? Defa got beaten up?
What do you mean he beat himself up?
Oh, oh, okay, then my sister and I will come over and talk...
The motorcade changed direction and drove to the hospital.
Meanwhile.
On the other side of Dahai City, an ambulance carrying a person was also heading towards the same hospital.
Awesome... It really fucking exploded, cough cough... I accept my loss. I'll fucking eat my phone when I get back... A middle-aged man with an afro, whose hand was charred black from the explosion and whose face was so blackened he looked like a different race, left this final conscious sentence before completely passing out.
No!!! Old Gong!!! Ye Cheng's miserable shriek, sounding as if his horse had just died, rang out.
The medical staff next to him gave Ye Cheng a weird look, and then looked at the... husband lying on the stretcher?
Boohoo, Old Gong, how can I live without you? Oh right, if he dies, can I split the compensation money with Old Gong's wife and child? Ye Cheng, halfway through his grief, suddenly thought of this question and began to mutter to himself in thought.
Others: ???

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."

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”