The scene rewinds to a few minutes earlier.
Living room.
Luo Shuning curled up on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the chat interface on her phone, her fingers unconsciously brushing the edges of the screen.
Her heart was pounding with nervousness.
Would Uncle agree?
What would Mom think?
What would happen to them after she and Gu Luo got together?
Luo Shuning’s mind was a whirlwind of anxious thoughts.
But for her, as long as she could be with Gu Luo, she was willing—even if it meant a future without the legally recognized marriage certificate.
She couldn’t sacrifice her mother and uncle.
On the other side of the sofa, Luo Shuhe watched her sister’s tense demeanor and, after a moment of hesitation, spoke up to comfort her:
"Sis, take a deep breath. Calm down."
After all, beneath the surface of this seemingly peaceful household, an unprecedented storm was about to erupt.
All it would take was for the Gu father and son to drop the bombshell.
"Haaah..."
Hearing this, Luo Shuning set her phone down and exhaled deeply before turning to Luo Shuhe with a slightly odd expression. "Shuhe... aren’t you nervous at all?"
"Why should I be?" Luo Shuhe replied with perfect composure, leisurely swinging her pale legs.
"Once Uncle and Mom give their approval, Big Bao and I will be together soon. And when that happens, I won’t let you interfere anymore."
"What if Uncle doesn’t agree?"
Luo Shuning pressed her lips together. "...Uncle is reasonable. He’ll agree."
Even though she was almost certain, facing such a life-changing moment still made her unbearably tense.
"I said if—if Uncle doesn’t agree, will you give up?" Luo Shuhe asked, seemingly nonchalant as she switched the leg she was swinging.
"No. Even if Uncle and Mom both refuse, I won’t give up." Luo Shuning’s expression turned resolute. "Even if we have to elope, we won’t give up."
Hearing this, Luo Shuhe fell silent for a long moment before letting out a soft sigh.
"Then good luck, sis."
With that, she slowly stood up and walked toward the balcony with uncharacteristically heavy steps.
The gentle breeze carried a faint chill as it drifted through the sheer curtains, tousling the girl’s hair.
Luo Shuhe pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the rapid thudding of her heart, and exhaled deeply.
How could she not be nervous?
The tangled web of emotions between the three of them had finally reached the moment of truth.
Just then, her phone rang abruptly.
Luo Shuhe glanced at the screen and immediately answered.
Suppressing the turmoil inside, she forced her voice into its sweetest tone.
"Dad."
......
A minivan emblazoned with the bold logo of [Luo Shen Grand Hotel] pulled up to the curb.
The tires scraped lightly against the pavement as it came to a stop.
The moment it did, Luo Shuhe eagerly stepped out, accompanied by a hotel staff member, and hurried toward the [Meat Galore] food stall.
"Dad!"
She called out cheerfully from a distance.
"Sweetheart!"
Gu Feng waved with a grin.
A picture-perfect scene of father-daughter affection.
Luo Shuhe quickly reached the table, greeted Gu Feng, then immediately crouched down.
Just as she was about to check on Gu Luo’s condition, the man who had been slumped over the table suddenly sat up.
Gu Luo’s face was flushed red. He let out a drunken chuckle before turning his head toward Luo Shuhe, his gaze unfocused.
"Shu... Shuhe... why... why do you have... three heads...?"
His words were thick with intoxication, his tongue stumbling over itself.
Seeing that even in his drunken state, Gu Luo hadn’t mistaken her for someone else, Luo Shuhe’s heart trembled.
Uncontainable joy burst inside her like fireworks.
I knew it, Baby. You’re just playing hard to get.
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
