The bedroom was enveloped in a night of tranquility.
Outside the window, the sky transitioned from deep indigo to the pale hue of dawn.
As the first rays of morning light pierced through the gaps in the sheer curtains, Mo Qingli's eyelashes fluttered lightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
She turned onto her side, gazing at Lu Chenyuan, who was still sound asleep beside her.
His sleeping face was serene, devoid of the usual depth and sharpness, his softened features resembling a young man who had shed all his defenses.
Last night, her offhand "I love you" had been like a spark igniting dry tinder.
He had responded with a kiss that nearly melted her—not an outburst of passion, but the tenderness of something precious regained.
Mo Qingli reached out a finger, intending to trace the contours of his brows, but paused mid-air, afraid of disturbing his dreams.
She simply watched him quietly until Lu Chenyuan's eyelids twitched, and he too awoke.
Their eyes met.
The air between them was filled with a wordless, gentle understanding.
"Morning," Lu Chenyuan's voice was husky from sleep, yet undeniably captivating.
"Morning," Mo Qingli replied, her lips curving upward involuntarily.
Unlike usual, Lu Chenyuan didn’t immediately rise to prepare breakfast.
Instead, he turned onto his side, pulling her into his arms and resting his chin lightly atop her head.
"Qingli."
"Hmm?"
"Zhang Qi sent an encrypted message last night."
Mo Qingli’s heart gave a slight lurch.
Messages at that hour usually meant something significant had happened back home.
"He said Hanqing’s foundational patent has made a breakthrough," Lu Chenyuan said calmly. "Ren Qian has decided to offer free licensing to all Xia enterprises."
A flicker of surprise crossed Mo Qingli’s eyes before dissolving into a knowing smile.
She understood Ren Qian all too well.
The former administrative director, now the Queen of Hanqing, possessed vision and boldness unmatched by anyone.
This move might seem like relinquishing enormous commercial gains, but in reality, it tore open a breach in A Country’s technological blockade, creating an opportunity for Xia’s entire industrial sector.
"She did well," Mo Qingli said sincerely.
"She did," Lu Chenyuan agreed. "Also, Lian Shan secured a long-term supply agreement with a key supplier. Our overseas supply chain is stable now."
He didn’t elaborate on the details.
But Mo Qingli knew that for Lin Yuan to flip a critical link within A Country’s fortified barriers, it must have been a bloodless yet fiercely fought battle.
Their comrades back home had not let them down.
They had won their own victory on another front.
And like the butterfly effect, this triumph would ripple across to the land where they now stood.
"So," Mo Qingli lifted her head to look at Lu Chenyuan, "our leverage here has increased."
"Right," Lu Chenyuan kissed her forehead. "J Country will soon realize A Country isn’t their only option."
"The pressure to rush our conviction will ease."
He paused, gazing at his wife with undisguised fondness.
"We might get a longer vacation now."
Mo Qingli laughed at his remark.
This man always managed to distill the most precise judgments into the lightest words.
And somehow, he could transform grand strategic maneuvers into intimate whispers meant only for the two of them.
...
After breakfast, Lu Chenyuan went to the study to review encrypted strategic documents that required his personal attention.
Mo Qingli sat on the living room sofa.
The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was warm and comforting.
Yet, she felt oddly restless.
Back home, at this hour, she would already be in her top-floor office at Mo Corporation, listening to executive reports.
Every minute of her day was meticulously segmented into tasks—precise, efficient.
But here, time stretched endlessly, luxurious yet hollow.
She glanced at the exquisite breakfast plate Lu Chenyuan had prepared for her, then at the immaculate kitchen counter.
A thought suddenly surfaced in her mind.
She, who could command armies, seemed to know nothing else.
The realization struck Mo Qingli, usually so self-assured, with an unfamiliar pang of frustration.
She stood and walked into the one domain that still felt foreign to her—the kitchen.
She thought, at the very least, she could learn to do something for him.
Like baking his favorite Basque cheesecake.
Surely, it couldn’t be more complicated than dissecting a hundred-page financial report.
She pulled up the highest-rated recipe on her tablet, studying each step as meticulously as she would a project proposal.
The hotel kitchen was well-equipped, and she quickly gathered all the ingredients: cream cheese, heavy cream, sugar, eggs...
She measured each one with the precision of a chemist conducting an experiment.
Everything seemed under control.
Until the step where she had to whisk the eggs and sugar.
She had clearly underestimated the power of the stand mixer.
When she abruptly cranked the speed to the highest setting, the mixture splattered everywhere.
Worse, while turning to grab the flour, she forgot to turn off the mixer. Her sleeve accidentally knocked over the half-open bag of cake flour.
In an instant, white powder cascaded like a miniature avalanche, dusting half the countertop—and even coating her hair and cheeks in a fine, ghostly layer.
"Qingli?"
The study door swung open as Lu Chenyuan strode out.
Having finished his documents, he’d noticed the unusual silence in the living room.
Then, he saw the scene before him.
His wife—the unyielding Queen of Mo Corporation, who had never conceded an inch in negotiations—now stood with a comical dusting of flour on the tip of her nose, glaring at the disaster zone that was the kitchen counter. Her eyes held a rare mix of defiance and chagrin.
Lu Chenyuan froze for a second before comprehension dawned.
The sight was so endearing it softened his heart.
He walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, and plucked a tissue to gently wipe the flour from her cheek.
"Developing a new weapon?" he teased.
"...Cake," Mo Qingli muttered, her face burning, voice barely above a whisper.
"For me?" Lu Chenyuan pressed.
Mo Qingli’s cheeks reddened further.
She buried her face in his chest without answering.
This was one of the few times in her life she’d felt truly flustered.
Lu Chenyuan chuckled, the vibration rumbling against her skin.
"My honor," he said softly. "Though it seems our kitchen has been through a war."
He led her to the sofa and sat her down.
"Qingli, these things—let me handle them."
But Mo Qingli shook her head.
She lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes with a determined glint that had replaced her earlier embarrassment.
"No," she said. "I want to learn."
Lu Chenyuan was taken aback.
"I want to learn how to bake a cake that doesn’t collapse," Mo Qingli stated firmly.
"I want to learn how to simmer a soup that doesn’t scorch."
"I want to learn how to organize the books on your shelf properly—to sort them by category."
"Chenyuan, I don’t want to just be a prisoner coddled by your meticulous care."
She paused, then spoke deliberately, word by word: "During this stolen vacation, I also want to find my new battlefield."
Her battlefield was no longer the vast, strategic empire of commerce.
Instead, it was the confined warmth of this suite—the humble, everyday rhythms of life.
Lu Chenyuan’s heart clenched fiercely.
He understood now. This wasn’t a tantrum or a passing whim.
She was Mo Qingli.
She would never allow herself to be a beautiful vase, dependent on anyone.
Even trapped in a gilded cage, she would conquer a new domain like a queen.
Even if that domain was simply living itself.
"Alright." Lu Chenyuan met her gaze and nodded solemnly.
"I’ll teach you."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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?!
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!
