"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.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
