The arrival of Lu Shi'an transformed the penthouse suite into the softest place in the world.
Outside the window, the snowstorm of Godu raged.
Inside, it was an eternal spring.
Lu Chenyuan's life began to move to a different rhythm.
Once, his time had been measured in quarters, months, and weeks, filled with meetings, reports, and strategic planning.
Now, his units of time became four-hour feedings, two-hour diaper changes, and countless, inexplicable moments of silent gazing.
He learned to hold the baby.
His tall frame looked almost comical cradling that tiny, fragile life.
But he learned quickly—and earnestly.
From initial clumsiness to practiced efficiency in just a few days.
Mo Qingli leaned against the bed, watching quietly.
She observed this man, gently dressing their child with careful hands, afraid of hurting the little one.
She listened as he murmured illogical sweet nothings to the infant who couldn’t yet understand.
Her heart swelled with an emotion she had never known so fully before—happiness.
Lou Mengling and Lin Shuhan, the two mothers, took full charge of logistics.
One brewed nourishing soups.
The other studied the most scientific parenting methods.
Watching their son and daughter finally find peace after weathering storms, their eyes brimmed with contentment.
The birth of this little life seemed to erect an invisible barrier, shutting out all the chaos of the outside world.
Yet, the newborn’s first cry pierced through walls, becoming the loudest thunderclap in J Country’s political arena.
Lu Shi'an.
This name, along with its meaning—"returning home safely"—landed on the desks of every key figure in J Country within twelve hours of the birth.
It was not a threat.
It was a declaration.
A declaration of Lu Chenyuan’s patience—and his confidence.
The next day, J Country’s Prime Minister submitted a proposal to Parliament for an early election.
He needed a fresh mandate to confront a crisis spiraling out of control.
He was gambling on politics to reclaim the initiative.
But he underestimated the seeds Lu Chenyuan had sown over the past months.
...
Ambassador Li Wenbo visited again on an afternoon when the snow had cleared.
He carried no documents.
Only a traditional Xia Country longevity locket.
"For the little one," he said with a smile, handing the gift to Lu Chenyuan.
His face betrayed unmistakable relief and joy.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lu."
"Thank you, Ambassador Li." Lu Chenyuan accepted the gift and invited him to sit.
"Our comrades back home are deeply concerned about you, Ms. Mo, and the child," Li Wenbo said, his tone carrying official warmth.
"They asked me to reassure you—everything at home is fine."
"We are at ease," Lu Chenyuan nodded.
"One more thing." Li Wenbo shifted to the main point.
"The parliamentary election in J Country has just concluded."
He looked at Lu Chenyuan, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.
"The ruling party lost thirty seats."
"Piero’s Liberal Party achieved a historic breakthrough. Though still short of forming a government alone, they now hold decisive influence."
The result was unexpected—yet made perfect sense.
Over the past months:
The "Lighthouse" Foundation’s legal aid had given J Country’s underclass hope for a better future.
Wang Tongwen’s art exhibitions had captivated the elite with Xia culture’s charm.
Professor Liu Jiuwen and the Xia diaspora’s rising influence had reshaped communities.
Each effort was like a drop of water, silently seeping into J Country’s soil.
Together, they redirected the tide.
Lu Chenyuan listened quietly.
No triumph showed on his face.
As if he were merely an audience to the story.
"This is good news," he said calmly.
Li Wenbo studied him.
He knew this young man had orchestrated it all.
Yet when the fruit ripened, he stepped back—a true bystander.
Such composure, such vision—it commanded respect.
"This morning, J Country’s Prime Minister held an emergency cabinet meeting," Li Wenbo continued.
"There was only one agenda item."
"The case of Ms. Mo Qingli."
"The final decision," Li Wenbo enunciated clearly, "is to reopen the judicial investigation. And to allow legal experts from our side full participation."
This meant J Country’s authorities had finally relented.
Releasing Mo Qingli was no longer "impossible"—it was now a negotiable option.
"Understood." Lu Chenyuan’s reaction remained subdued.
Soon after, Li Wenbo took his leave.
Once the ambassador was gone, Lu Chenyuan walked to the crib and gazed at his sleeping son.
As if the baby’s every breath mattered more than the political earthquake in J Country.
...
Two days later, Old Piero paid a personal visit.
No longer the art enthusiast met at an exhibition, he was now a rising political force.
Two sharp-eyed aides followed him, his aura entirely different from their last encounter.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lu," Old Piero said with a politician’s polished smile.
"And to you, Mr. Piero," Lu Chenyuan replied, shaking his hand.
They sat in the living room.
Lou Mengling and Lin Shuhan discreetly carried the baby into the inner room.
Only the two men remained.
One, a tech titan who moved global tides.
The other, a political leader on the verge of national power.
Yet their conversation began with the child.
"He’s lovely," Old Piero said. "Takes after his mother."
"Yes," Lu Chenyuan’s voice softened. "He’s an angel."
"A child gives you a weakness," Old Piero observed, watching him pointedly.
"No." Lu Chenyuan corrected him. "It gives me armor."
Old Piero’s eyes flickered.
He realized this young man hadn’t grown "softer" with fatherhood.
If anything, he seemed more unshakable.
"I came with good news," Old Piero cut to the chase.
"The Liberal Party will formally propose in Parliament—"
"A transparent, independent review of Ms. Mo Qingli’s case."
"With our current influence, the odds of passage are ninety percent."
He leaned back, relaxed yet exuding subtle superiority.
As if he were the one bestowing a favor.
"Thank you, Mr. Piero," Lu Chenyuan replied, neither humble nor overbearing. "And thank the Liberal Party for upholding justice."
He showed no fawning gratitude.
Not even a hint of delight.
This gave Old Piero a faint sense of displeasure.
He had originally thought Lu Chenyuan would seize this opportunity to ask him for more help.
But Lu Chenyuan did no such thing.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
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.
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?"
