Shen Qingyun entered the study, where Mo Xuan was already waiting for her. Shen Qingyun had never denied that she would not object to Mo Xuan being with either of her daughters.
She didn't care about his family background; Mo Xuan wasn't the kind of gold-digging man looking to marry into the Luo family, and she had a good sense of that.
"Sit down," Shen Qingyun said.
She could see that Mo Xuan was nervous meeting her, likely because she had been too cold towards him in the past. Mo Xuan sat down on the sofa awkwardly, while Shen Qingyun remained standing, leaning against the desk and looking at him.
Being stared at like that made Mo Xuan feel uncomfortable, and he lowered his head to look at the floor.
"To be honest, I still don't agree with this situation," Shen Qingyun sighed, her tone a mix of helplessness and resignation. "But the children are grown, and I can't control them anymore. It would be difficult to separate you now."
"I'm entrusting my daughter to you. I don't want to say much else. Mo Xuan, if you hurt them..."
Shen Qingyun didn't finish her sentence, but Mo Xuan understood what she meant. He looked up, his eyes firm, and said, "You can rest assured, it won't happen."
Those words sounded so familiar...
Shen Qingyun vaguely remembered that Mo Xuan had said something similar the first time she met him. Back then, he was only 13 years old...
"Mo Xuan, can you tell me why you lost your memory?" Shen Qingyun asked, thinking about the past. "Do you really not remember?"
"No, I don't remember. I was told that I got into a conflict with someone and was beaten up," Mo Xuan replied with a bitter smile. "You know, I was trained by my master in martial arts, so I might have been arrogant before my memory loss and got taught a lesson."
Shen Qingyun nodded, but thinking about those past events still left her feeling uneasy.
At 15 years old, even as a disciple of Master Zhang, a renowned martial artist, Mo Xuan's abilities were terrifying. It was unclear whether it was a surge of adrenaline or his incredible talent, but he had managed to protect Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi at great personal risk.
If not for Mo Xuan's desperate efforts to shield them, the sisters might have been sacrificed.
Shen Qingyun looked at Mo Xuan with a complex expression. This boy could have avoided being involved, and even if he had left Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi behind, Shen Qingyun wouldn't have blamed him.
But he didn't. Instead, he risked his life to protect the sisters.
"I'm going to check on Wei'er and Xue'er, and then I'll head back," Shen Qingyun said, deciding not to pursue the topic further. "I heard you joined Rongxing. Even though you're working from home, don't be careless. I don't expect you to become some big CEO or chairman, and I know that's not your interest, but don't waste your education."
"Aunt Shen, won't you stay for dinner?" Mo Xuan glanced at the time. "I'm cooking tonight. If you're not picky, you can stay and join us."
"No, they probably wouldn't want me to stay," Shen Qingyun said, her tone tinged with bitterness. After a moment of silence, she took out a photo and handed it to Mo Xuan. "I feel like I should let you see this, though I'm not sure if it's appropriate..."
Mo Xuan was puzzled but still politely accepted the photo with both hands. The moment he saw it, his temples throbbed, and his grip on the photo tightened involuntarily.
"Don't be angry. Sometimes, parents aren't the most understanding relatives; they can be the sharpest blades that pierce your heart," Shen Qingyun said self-deprecatingly. "Keep it. If you need anything, you can let me know. Mo Xuan, don't think it's your fault. Losing you is Qin Ni's loss."
"You... know her?"
Mo Xuan suppressed the anger in his heart and looked up at Shen Qingyun. She nodded. "We were college classmates. I know a bit about her situation. Don't take it too hard. She didn't love Mo Changshan, and she didn't love this man either..."
Shen Qingyun glanced at the photo. Mo Xuan's anger was triggered by the date in the bottom right corner.
Twenty-one years ago, the day she sent him to his grandmother's house, the photo was well-preserved. Qin Ni looked younger in it, posing intimately with a man.
That meant on the day she sent him away, she didn't care whether he would adapt or not, as she was only eager to find this... lover.
He remembered that day very clearly, as his grandmother had told him. And at nearly three years old, Mo Xuan actually had some memories. He clearly remembered his mother leaving him behind without a word, turning around and walking away.
Even though he had already given up on them in his heart, Mo Xuan still felt an overwhelming sense of frustration that he couldn't let go of.
Anger, sadness, or something else, he couldn't quite put it into words.
"Thank you, Auntie Shen," Mo Xuan exhaled deeply, as if releasing his negative emotions. "How did you get this photo?"
"I just wanted to help my daughters, that's all," Shen Qingyun said as she walked to the study door. "Mo Xuan, whether you believe it or not, my daughters love you deeply. Even if their love is... heavy, I can say with certainty that no one loves you more than they do."
"If you need my help, you know how to contact me. I also know the current whereabouts of this man."
As Shen Qingyun opened the door, Luo Muqi was standing outside, watching her with some suspicion. Shen Qingyun smiled and didn't say anything, just reached out and patted her daughter's face. "I'm going to see my granddaughter."
Luo Muqi didn't respond, just watched her mother leave and then walked into the study, throwing herself into Mo Xuan's arms. She looked up at him with her almond-shaped eyes. "Brother, did my mom give you a hard time?"
"No, of course not," Mo Xuan said softly, gently wrapping his arms around her. "Tired? I'll go cook. What do you want to eat?"
"You..."
With a fierce bite, Luo Muqi grabbed Mo Xuan's collar and kissed him deeply...
(A bit short, but I'll add another chapter...)
(Another book has been released, just one chapter, and you can find it on my profile page. If you think it's good, I'll update that one too. Thank you.)

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...