In another room.
Wang Tongwen was helping Lou Mengling pack up her painting supplies.
For over two years now, he had found various excuses to stay in Gedo.
His art exhibitions had been held one after another.
Successfully bringing contemporary Xia art into the mainstream of J Country's society.
And just as successfully, ensuring he remained by Lou Mengling's side all this time.
He had never asked for anything.
Only appearing quietly whenever she needed him.
Chatting with her, or simply watching her paint in silence.
"Are all these paintings coming with us?" Wang Tongwen carefully rolled up a canvas.
"Yes." Lou Mengling nodded.
She studied the refined man before her.
He was a few years older than Lu Mingye.
Without Lu Mingye's family background or status.
Yet there was a warmth and steadiness about him that made Lou Mengling feel at ease.
These past two years, she had seen clearly.
How much this man had given—for her, for their family.
Lou Mengling's heart wasn't made of stone.
"Mr. Wang." She gathered her courage to speak.
"Yes?"
"Tomorrow... let's take the flight back together."
Wang Tongwen's hands stilled.
He looked up at Lou Mengling.
Her expression was calm, though her eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness.
His heart instantly swelled with overwhelming joy.
He had waited far too long for these words.
He smiled—like a child.
"Of course." He nodded solemnly.
"It would be my honor."
...
Night deepened.
The suite grew quiet.
Everyone had retreated to their rooms, even the energetic Lu Shi'an now peacefully asleep in his crib, breathing evenly.
But Lu Chenyuan felt no drowsiness.
He rose, moving through the familiar suite without turning on lights, guided only by the city's glow through the windows.
He passed the living room sofa—their battlefield during countless late-night strategizing sessions.
He passed the open kitchen—where he'd learned to prepare formula for his son and herbal tonics for his wife.
He paused before the floor-to-ceiling window.
For three years, he had stood here countless times, overlooking the city that had been their prison, calculating every move in their long game.
The sea of lights outside had once felt like an oppressive cage, cold spectators to their ordeal.
Now, they were merely scenery soon to be left behind.
A glass of warm water appeared silently at his side.
He didn't need to turn to know who it was.
"Can't sleep?" Mo Qingli's voice was soft, carrying a sleepy huskiness.
She was awake too—or perhaps she'd known he would be.
Lu Chenyuan took the glass, warmth spreading through his fingertips.
"Saying goodbye to this place," he replied.
Mo Qingli followed his gaze out the window, then scanned the suite—filled with luxury items yet also holding countless memories of their days and nights.
"I thought I'd hate this place with every fiber of my being," she murmured, almost to herself.
After all, this was where her freedom had been taken.
"But here," she paused, turning toward the nursery, her eyes softening instantly,
"is also where Shi'an was born. Where our family truly began."
This place held the humiliation of captivity, the exhaustion of relentless battles.
But also the joy of first-time motherhood, the tender clumsiness of a husband's midnight care.
Every day they had truly leaned on each other for survival.
Lu Chenyuan set down the glass and drew her into his arms.
His chin rested gently against her forehead.
"So we're taking the best parts with us," his deep voice resonated clearly in the quiet night.
They settled onto the window seat.
Mo Qingli nestled against him, finding a comfortable position as she closed her eyes.
For the first time in three years, every tense nerve finally relaxed completely.
"The rest," Lu Chenyuan continued,
"we leave in the past."
No more words of comfort were needed—just his steady embrace.
Time passed unnoticed until the eastern horizon began to pale.
The first morning light pierced the darkness, illuminating the city and the two figures by the window.
And lighting the path of their journey home.
"Dawn's here," Mo Qingli whispered against his chest.
"Yes." Lu Chenyuan kissed the crown of her hair.
"Let's go home."
...
The next morning.
A Gulfstream G700 private jet waited quietly on the dedicated runway at Gedo International Airport.
Lu Chenyuan's family, accompanied by Ambassador Li Wenbo and embassy staff, arrived at the tarmac through VIP channels.
No reporters, no crowds to see them off.
Just the rising sun casting their elongated shadows behind them.
Before boarding,
Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli turned simultaneously for one last look.
At the city that had been their home for three years.
Where they'd endured their hardest times.
And created their happiest memories.
They exchanged a smile, then ascended the airstairs.
The jet soared upward,
Piercing the clouds into clear blue skies.
Inside the cabin, warmth and quiet prevailed.
Lu Shi'an slept soundly in his custom bassinet.
Lou Mengling, Lin Shuhan and Wang Tongwen conversed softly in the rear lounge area.
The spacious main cabin held only Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli.
Seated side by side, they gazed through the large windows at the shrinking land below.
"Chenyuan." Mo Qingli rested her head lightly on his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"This feels... almost like a dream." Her voice carried the weariness of released tension.
"It's real." Lu Chenyuan took her hand, intertwining their fingers, his warmth enveloping hers.
"We're going home."
Mo Qingli closed her eyes.
Feeling the steady pulse of his palm, the smooth hum of the aircraft.
Yes.
Home.
With their victories, their love, and their future.
Going home.
...
Over ten hours later.
The plane touched down smoothly at Jingzhou International Airport.
When the cabin door opened, the familiar, beloved air of their homeland made everyone's eyes glisten slightly.
No grand welcome ceremony awaited at the foot of the stairs.
Only a handful of people had come to greet them.
Lin Yuan, Ren Qian, Zhang Qi, Su Yang, and Lu Chenyuan's three younger brothers.
And Lu Ruoxi—holding sunflowers, elegant and poised with her distinctive aura of intellectual calm.
Seeing her brother and Mo Qingli descend, Lu Ruoxi stepped forward quickly.
"Brother, Qingli, welcome home."
Her expression maintained the composed restraint of a lifelong researcher.
Yet when her eyes met Lu Chenyuan and Lou Mengling, even she couldn't suppress her emotion.
Lu Chenyuan looked at the family and friends before him.
At the genuine smiles on their faces.
The storm that had engulfed them all for three years had finally subsided completely.
And their new chapter—
Had only just begun.
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
