Mo Qingli looked at Lu Chenyuan and said slowly,
"You pushed Lin Yuan and Ren Qian to the forefront, giving them full authority and also the space to make mistakes."
"It seems like you've never been afraid that Yuanlong would leave you."
Lu Chenyuan smiled.
"A healthy company is like a healthy child," he said.
"You can't keep it tied to you forever. You have to teach it to walk on its own, to feed itself, to face the storms of this world independently."
"A parent's responsibility isn't to walk the entire journey for them. It's to point them in the right direction when they set out—and then learn to step back gracefully."
"The same goes for the owner of a company."
"Depersonalization isn't just a slogan. It's a higher form of confidence."
Mo Qingli listened quietly.
"Step back gracefully..." she repeated softly, a complex glimmer flashing in her eyes.
She thought of the uncles in the Mo family.
They treated Mo Corporation as their private property, clutching every shred of power tightly, unwilling to let go.
They always believed that only a Mo could manage the Mo family's legacy.
If she hadn't emerged unexpectedly, Mo Corporation would likely have been consumed by internal strife.
She looked at Lu Chenyuan.
This man had built a business empire even larger than Mo Corporation, yet he could speak of "stepping back" so easily.
His vision, his magnanimity, had long transcended notions of family inheritance or corporate ownership.
What he wanted to create was a self-sustaining business ecosystem.
And her? Though she had pushed reforms with an iron will, deep down, she had never broken free from the mindset that "Mo Corporation belongs to the Mo family."
"Chenyuan," she suddenly asked, "what if, one day, the Mo family has no worthy successor? What if no one capable of upholding Mo Corporation emerges?"
This was a question she had never dared to dwell on before.
But now, she wanted to hear his answer.
Lu Chenyuan took her hand.
"Then entrust it to the most capable professionals," he said earnestly, looking into her eyes.
"Establish a family trust to hold the shares and receive dividends."
"That way, whether the Mo descendants are business prodigies or simply want to be painters or musicians, they can live comfortably and with dignity."
"And Mo Corporation can break free from the constraints of family, going further and steadier."
"Just as I once did with Lu Corporation."
But she wasn't like him.
Back then, Lu Corporation was a sinking ship—Lu Chenyuan could afford to burn his bridges.
Mo Corporation, however, was now at its peak.
And Mo Qingli had always seen herself as its guardian.
She had never considered that one day, she might become the very shackle holding it back.
At the same time, she was also a prisoner of Mo Corporation!
Lu Chenyuan's words planted a seed in her heart, subtly shifting her perspective.
After that conversation, Mo Qingli's life seemed to enter a new phase—one of greater ease.
She began restructuring her time.
Mornings were reserved for handling Mo Corporation's most critical affairs with efficiency.
Afternoons belonged entirely to her and Lu Chenyuan.
They would go to the terrace together, watering plants and pruning leaves.
Lu Chenyuan would share the agricultural knowledge he had picked up during his rural poverty alleviation work in a past life.
Which plants preferred shade, which thrived in sunlight, how to gauge soil acidity.
Mo Qingli listened with fascination, like an eager student.
She also developed a passion for calligraphy.
Lu Chenyuan sourced the finest brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones for her.
Seated by the window, she would meticulously copy the works of ancient masters.
From stiff and awkward strokes, she progressed to fluid, effortless ones.
Her heart, steeped in ink and brushwork, grew calmer and more perceptive.
Their twice-weekly outings became their most anticipated "dates."
They didn’t visit luxury malls or Michelin-starred restaurants.
Instead, Lu Chenyuan took her to Godu's art galleries, where they would spend entire afternoons.
Side by side, they would stand before a painting, discussing its light, colors, and the stories behind the artist’s strokes.
They also frequented quiet, unique secondhand bookstores.
Amid yellowed pages and the scent of ink, they whiled away the hours.
Once, they even went to see a movie like an ordinary couple.
When the lights dimmed and Lu Chenyuan quietly took her hand in the darkness, Mo Qingli’s heart skipped a beat.
She suddenly realized—
She was reliving the youthful experiences she had missed out on over the past two decades.
She remained strong, independent, and wise.
But her heart grew softer, fuller.
She understood now that relinquishing absolute control over work hadn’t cost her anything.
Instead, it had given her more.
The time to appreciate a flower in bloom.
The serenity to savor a cup of tea.
The calm to watch the sunset beside the one she loved.
She discovered that without abandoning her career, she still had room to embrace other things.
To experience a more complete, richer life.
For example…
An idea, like a seed, took root silently in her heart.
That night,
after washing up, they lay in bed.
As usual, Lu Chenyuan picked up a book on J Country’s history, planning to read a little before sleep.
But Mo Qingli took it from his hands.
"Chenyuan," she turned to face him.
"Hmm?" He set the book aside, studying her with slight puzzlement.
Tonight, her eyes seemed different—
bright, as if filled with starlight.
"I was reading a parenting magazine today," she said suddenly.
Lu Chenyuan froze.
"The article mentioned that babies can hear outside sounds while still in the womb."
"That fathers should talk to them often, tell them stories through their mother’s belly."
Her voice was soft, gentle.
Yet each word rippled through Lu Chenyuan’s calm heart like a pebble.
He wasn’t a fool.
He understood instantly.
His breath grew uneven.
His Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.
He gazed at her, at the mingled shyness, anticipation, and resolve in her eyes.
His heart flooded with an indescribable surge of joy and tenderness.
He turned and pulled her tightly into his arms.
Their warmth seeped through thin sleepwear, hearts beating against each other.
When passion rose, everything fell into place naturally.
Lu Chenyuan’s breathing grew heavier.
Propping himself up, he instinctively reached for the nightstand.
But a soft hand caught his wrist.
"Chenyuan." Mo Qingli’s voice trembled faintly in the quiet dark.
"Don’t."
Lu Chenyuan stilled.
He looked down, meeting her luminous eyes in the dim light.
Within it lay a thousand unspoken words.
Yet in the end, they all condensed into a single invitation—one he understood.
A solemn promise, woven with the weight of the future.
He could no longer restrain himself.
Lowering his head, he answered her with a kiss deeper and more lingering than any before, pouring his soul into the silent reply.
Outside, moonlight spilled like liquid silver.
Inside, the room hummed with an intoxicating warmth.
This stolen respite, this gilded cage, birthed its most radiant hope on this very night.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
