The teahouse door slowly closed behind them.
Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli walked along the corridor.
Mo Qingli’s footsteps were light, the hem of her long dress swaying faintly with each step, concealing the faint glow of electronics beneath.
But she knew the cold restraints were still there.
“A-Yuan,” she suddenly spoke.
“Hmm?”
“I used to think you were a natural-born strategist,” Mo Qingli said, gazing at his profile.
“You calculated business expansions, technological barriers, the tides of public opinion.”
She paused, her tone carrying a hint of admiration she hadn’t even realized was there.
“Today, I realized I underestimated you.”
“What you carry in your heart is the fate of an entire people across centuries.”
Lu Chenyuan took her hand.
“I’m just doing what I believe is right.”
He didn’t mention his past life as a poverty alleviation official, where he carried the future of an entire village in his heart.
Nor did he say that his bones were etched with an instinct to fight for the well-being of his people.
He simply said, “Qingli, this isn’t just my game.”
“It’s ours.”
Mo Qingli’s heart warmed at the word “ours.”
She nodded, saying nothing more, but her grip on his hand tightened.
Back at the hotel, Lu Chenyuan immediately contacted Zhang Qi via a secure line.
“Zhang Qi, allocate a portion of the ‘Springhead’ project funds.”
“Register a new trust fund in Country L. Under its name, establish a legal aid foundation in J Country.”
“Call it ‘The Beacon.’”
“This foundation has one purpose,” Lu Chenyuan continued.
“To provide free, top-tier legal assistance to every J Country citizen of Xia descent who faces injustice.”
Zhang Qi instantly grasped the deeper implication.
This move went beyond self-preservation.
It was lighting a fire on foreign soil.
A fire to unite hearts.
“Who’s the legal representative and head?” Zhang Qi asked.
“Attorney Lu Jinlin,” Lu Chenyuan replied. “I’ll send you his contact details.”
“Send your most reliable person to liaise with him as the foundation’s sponsor. Remember—erase all traces linking ‘The Beacon’ to Yuanlong, or to me.”
“Understood,” Zhang Qi answered crisply.
“Tell Lin Yuan and Ren Qian to hold the fort,” Lu Chenyuan added. “Everything’s fine here.”
Hanging up, he saw Mo Qingli standing by the window, watching him quietly.
Her eyes held admiration, affection, and the silent understanding of a comrade-in-arms.
Lu Chenyuan walked over and gently circled her waist.
“The seed is planted,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Now, we wait.”
...
Weeks later, in the Xia community of Gedo, a small incident rippled through the still waters like a pebble.
Wang Defu, who ran a small restaurant in Chinatown, had been targeted by a local gang.
They came daily to eat and drink without paying, demanding exorbitant “protection fees.”
When Wang Defu resisted, they vandalized his shop.
He called the police, but they always arrived late, dismissing it as a “business dispute.”
This was the routine oppression Xia merchants in J Country endured.
Most chose to swallow their grievances.
Wang Defu, desperate, was on the verge of closing shop and returning home.
Then, a lawyer from “The Beacon Legal Aid Foundation” approached him.
A protégé of Lu Jinlin, he offered full legal support—free of charge.
Skeptical but with nothing to lose, Wang Defu signed the agreement.
What happened next stunned the entire community.
The Beacon’s legal team displayed astonishing prowess.
They didn’t sue the gang directly.
Instead, they launched a barrage of lawsuits and compliance investigations targeting the gang’s dozen-odd nightclubs and businesses—scrutinizing taxes, fire safety, sanitation.
Simultaneously, an anonymous hundred-page dossier detailing collusion between the gang and local police landed on J Country’s oversight desk.
The precision and speed of the assault left the gang, long a terror in Chinatown, scrambling.
Within a week, their leader personally apologized to Wang Defu, bowing deeply and compensating all damages.
The story never made mainstream news.
But it spread like wildfire—through diners, community chat groups, hometown associations—reaching every Xia corner of Gedo.
For the first time, people learned of “The Beacon.”
That they didn’t have to endure injustice silently.
That the law could truly be a weapon.
Overnight, The Beacon’s name burned bright in the hearts of the Xia community.
More and more people, when faced with trouble, choose to turn to "The Lighthouse" for help.
And "The Lighthouse," through one victory after another, fulfills its promise.
It truly lives up to its name—like a lighthouse.
In the darkness, it illuminates a path for those adrift and helpless.
...
Royal Grand Hotel, penthouse suite.
After a period of high-intensity work and gradually letting go, Lu Chenyuan's life has settled into an unprecedented state of leisure.
He no longer needs to deal with mountains of paperwork every day.
Nor does he have to attend one meeting after another.
His time now belongs entirely to himself and Mo Qingli.
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto the bedroom carpet.
When Mo Qingli woke up, the space beside her was empty.
The air carried the rich aroma of coffee and toasted bread.
She stepped out of the bedroom and saw Lu Chenyuan in the kitchen, wearing a white shirt and an apron, moving with focused precision.
The morning light outlined his tall, straight silhouette and his handsome profile.
The scene was almost too perfect to be real.
Mo Qingli leaned against the doorframe, watching quietly.
For a moment, even the cold shackles around her ankles didn’t seem so unbearable.
"Awake?" Lu Chenyuan turned and saw her, a gentle smile softening his features.
"Mhm."
"Come eat." He plated the freshly fried eggs.
Mo Qingli walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
"Chenyuan."
"What is it?"
"I think... I’m getting lazier." Her voice carried a drowsy, nasal tone.
Back home, she was the queen of the Mo Group.
Her daily schedule was planned down to the minute.
Always impeccably dressed, walking with purpose, like a precision machine that never stopped.
But here, she could go barefaced, wander around in pajamas, or—like now—cling to her man like a lovestruck girl.
"Is being lazy so bad?" Lu Chenyuan turned off the stove, pivoted, and pulled her into his arms.
"It’s nice," Mo Qingli murmured into his chest. "But it feels... a little decadent."
"I used to look down on women who lacked ambition."
Lu Chenyuan chuckled.
He lifted her chin, meeting her eyes with quiet intensity.
"Qingli, life isn’t a sprint—where you have to push yourself to the limit every second without pause."
"It’s more like a long journey."
"Sometimes, we need to climb mountains and travel day and night."
"But other times, we need to stop, admire the scenery, bask in the sun... or just do nothing and let our minds wander."
"Right now, we’re at one of those stops—a resting place."
"This isn’t decadence. It’s recuperation. Gathering strength."
His voice, steady and reassuring, effortlessly smoothed away the faint unease in her heart.
Mo Qingli gazed at him, at the patience and tenderness in his eyes.
Then she rose onto her toes and kissed him.
...
In the end, breakfast went cold.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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!"
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...
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
