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.
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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
