"I used to think there was still plenty of time," Lin Yuan said, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked at her.
"We still have so much to do, so many battles to fight."
"I always believed that once the battles were over, there would still be time to think about us."
Ren Qian remained silent.
She knew this had been her own mindset as well.
"But today, I realized I was wrong."
Lin Yuan's gaze grew intensely serious.
"Terribly wrong."
"Senior, I don’t want to wait anymore."
"I don’t want to end up like Old Lu—regretting only when I’m on the brink of losing everything."
He took a step forward and grasped Ren Qian’s hand.
His palm was sweaty, yet his grip was firm, almost desperate.
As if letting go would make her vanish.
Ren Qian’s heart burned at his words, at the warmth of his hand.
She studied the man before her.
The depth of emotion in his eyes, the cautious worry of rejection.
This man, once as dense as a block of wood when it came to love.
Turns out, he understood everything.
He had just been loving her in his own clumsy way.
"Ren Qian."
Finally, he spoke her name.
Then, in the simplest, most direct words, he stated his purpose.
"Let’s get married."
No kneeling, no flowers or diamond rings.
Just a plain, unadorned request.
Yet it struck Ren Qian’s heart more powerfully than any grand declaration.
She looked at him, at the nervous anticipation in his eyes.
Her heart, hardened by years of battles, softened completely in that moment.
She didn’t hesitate.
Not even for a second.
A sudden smile broke across her face.
Like winter sunlight, it instantly melted the office’s cold exhaustion.
"Alright," she said.
Her voice was clear, decisive.
Carrying her signature queenly straightforwardness.
Lin Yuan froze.
He stared at her, as if he hadn’t heard right.
"Wh-what did you say?"
"I said, alright." Ren Qian repeated with a laugh, tightening her grip on his hand.
"I have my ID on me. If we go now, we’ll make it in time."
The next second.
Lin Yuan pulled her into a crushing embrace.
He held her so tightly it almost hurt, as if trying to fuse her into his very bones.
As if only this could convince him it wasn’t a dream.
Ren Qian rested her head against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat.
She closed her eyes, her lips curving uncontrollably.
So this was the feeling—letting go of stubbornness and running toward the one who’d been waiting all along.
Solid. Warm.
......
Gedu, Royal Grand Hotel.
Presidential Suite, top floor.
The setting sun’s glow spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the living room in gold.
Lu Chenyuan sat on the sofa, clumsily maneuvering an eyebrow pencil over Mo Qingli’s brow.
"Hold still." His tone was unprecedentedly focused.
As if he weren’t shaping his wife’s eyebrow but calibrating a nanometer-precision chip lithography project.
Mo Qingli leaned against him, suppressing a laugh.
"President Lu, are you sure you’re not trying to draw a lightning bolt on me?"
"First time. No experience." His voice was calm, but a faint blush crept up his ears.
Since their wedding, they’d lived in near-isolation.
The J-country authorities treated them with obsequious politeness while weaving an invisible net around them.
Reporters and spies lurked outside the hotel around the clock.
They were the city’s most privileged—and least free—prisoners.
Yet it didn’t seem to dampen their spirits.
Lu Chenyuan had set aside all work, learning for the first time to care for his wife like an ordinary husband.
Cooking, laundry, cleaning.
Even studying how to apply her makeup.
Mo Qingli, in turn, reveled in this stolen tranquility.
Leaning against Lu Chenyuan, watching his concentrated profile, her heart was utterly at peace.
Let the world outside rage.
With him here, this was the safest harbor.
Just then, Lu Chenyuan’s private phone rang.
The sound cut sharply through the suite’s quiet.
Lu Chenyuan frowned.
Only a handful of trusted contacts had this number.
He set down the pencil and picked up the phone.
Seeing "Lin Yuan" flash on the screen, his frown deepened.
Lin Yuan knew his rules.
Unless the sky was falling, he’d never call at this hour.
Had something happened to "Lianshan" or "Hanqing"?
His pulse quickened.
"Speak," he answered, voice steady but grave.
Mo Qingli sensed the shift, her smile fading as she watched him with concern.
But the voice on the line wasn’t delivering an urgent report.
Instead, it was breathless, barely contained exhilaration—almost incoherent.
"Old Lu! Old Lu! I—I did it!"
Lu Chenyuan blinked.
Did what?
A breakthrough in some critical tech? A major deal secured?
"Get to the point," he said tersely.
"I proposed to Ren Qian! She said yes! We’re heading to the registry now!" Lin Yuan sounded like a child brandishing a perfect test score.
Lu Chenyuan gripped the phone, stunned.
He even glanced at the screen to confirm he’d heard right.
A full five seconds passed.
The stern "Dragon Emperor" mask slowly dissolved.
Until a genuine, warm smile emerged.
"Understood."
Just three words.
But they carried a brotherly mix of amusement and pride.
Mo Qingli, reading his expression, guessed the news and grinned.
"Go on then," Lu Chenyuan said into the phone. "Don’t keep the registry office waiting."
"And when you’re back, you’re drinking double at the celebration."
Hanging up, his smile lingered.
He looked down at Mo Qingli, feeling lighter than ever.
"Lin Yuan and Ren Qian are getting married."
"I heard." Mo Qingli laughed. "Seems our wedding had some positive influence."
"Mn." Lu Chenyuan nodded, then added drily,
"That brat’s not completely hopeless."
"At least he knows to follow a good example."
Mo Qingli burst out laughing at his gruff tone.
She looped her arms around his neck.
"Should I praise you too, then?"
"President Lu, you’re learning well."
Lu Chenyuan gazed at her teasing eyes, so close, and felt a surge of tenderness.
He didn’t pick up the eyebrow pencil again.
Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Outside, Gedu’s nightscape glittered with countless lights.
Brilliant, bustling, yet icy cold.
And at the very pinnacle of this gilded cage, the breath of spring lingers.
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?"
