The old district in the southern suburbs of Jingzhou.
A refurbished blue-brick house was adorned with red silk.
Wang Tongwen had moved his art gallery from Haizhou to Jingzhou.
This was a new beginning.
On opening day, the gallery was bustling with guests.
Nearly all the prominent figures from Jingzhou’s cultural and art circles had arrived.
Lu Chenyuan pushed a stroller, walking through the crowd with Mo Qingli.
Little Lu Shi'an sat inside, wide-eyed, curiously taking in the novel world around him.
Wang Tongwen, dressed in a modernized Tang suit, strode forward to greet them.
He radiated energy, his scholarly demeanor tinged with joy.
“Chenyuan, Qingli, you’re here.” His address for Lu Chenyuan had grown much more familiar.
“Uncle Wang, congratulations.” Lu Chenyuan extended his hand.
“Congratulations, Uncle Wang.” Mo Qingli smiled warmly.
“Please, come inside.” Wang Tongwen’s gaze landed on Lu Shi'an, and he beamed.
The gallery was bathed in soft light, its walls lined with paintings.
The artworks, rendered in warm hues and delicate strokes, depicted ordinary scenes from daily life—
A shaft of sunlight illuminating floating dust, a cat napping on a windowsill, rain-slicked cobblestones after a shower.
The exhibition was titled Rebirth.
The artist was Lou Mengling.
Lu Chenyuan spotted his mother immediately.
She stood at the center of the gallery, dressed in an elegant qipao, her long hair loosely pinned up.
She was conversing with a few art critics, her expression composed and confident.
No longer shackled by the identity of the Lu family’s matriarch, no longer burdened by marital resentment.
She was no longer anyone’s appendage.
She was simply Lou Mengling—a painter who had rediscovered her brush and herself.
“Mom.” Lu Chenyuan approached her.
Lou Mengling turned, her eyes lighting up at the sight of them.
“Chenyuan, Qingli, An’an.” She smiled, scooping Lu Shi'an into her arms.
The little one knew his grandmother well, reaching out to grasp the jade brooch pinned to her chest.
“Oh, my precious.” Lou Mengling laughed heartily.
Mo Qingli watched the scene, a soft smile playing on her lips.
She could tell her mother-in-law had truly been reborn.
That inner peace, nourished by love and self-worth, was unmistakable.
Wang Tongwen naturally took his place beside Lou Mengling.
He didn’t say much—just quietly replaced her tea when it cooled, or stepped in with professional insight when someone posed a tricky question about her work.
Their interactions held no grand declarations.
Only this quiet, steadfast understanding.
Seeing this, Lu Chenyuan felt a weight lift from his heart.
His mother was happy.
And as her son, he could finally rest easy.
He took Mo Qingli’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
She turned to him, smiling.
……
A week later.
A small, private ceremony was held in a closed-off auditorium at Jingzhou University.
Lu Ruoxi and Su Yang were married here.
No media, no extravagant displays.
Just simple flowers and warm lighting.
Only their closest family and friends were present.
Lou Mengling attended as the representative of both families, alongside Su Yang’s mother.
Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli sat in the front row with Lu Shi'an.
Lu Chenxiao, Lu Chenyan, and Lu Chenjin also arrived with their partners.
Lu Qianqian, currently in the Middle East, sent her blessings via video call.
On the screen, she looked tanned and thinner, but her eyes sparkled like stars.
Behind her, a group of children of various ethnicities waved cheerfully at the camera.
From the Mo family, Mo Zhenbang and Lin Shuhan attended in person.
Two other elders with unique ties were also present—
Chen Jingzhi, Lu Ruoxi’s mentor, and Lu Chengsi, her biological grandfather.
Key executives from Yuanlong Tech, including Ren Qian and Lin Yuan, were there as well.
The most striking guests, however, were a few unassuming figures seated in an inconspicuous corner.
Dressed plainly yet exuding quiet authority, they needed no introduction.
Their presence alone was the highest form of recognition.
The wedding march began.
Lu Ruoxi walked down the aisle on Lu Chenyuan’s arm.
She wore a simple white gown, free of embellishments, her makeup understated yet breathtaking in its purity.
Su Yang waited at the altar, his gaze so tender it could melt ice.
From that classroom in Anhe County to the labs of Jingzhou University—
From chasing her shadow to walking beside her—
This journey had taken him ten years.
Today, he had finally arrived.
Lu Chenyuan placed his sister’s hand in Su Yang’s.
“Su Yang, I’m entrusting Ruoxi to you now.” His voice was solemn.
“Brother, you have my word.” Su Yang’s grip on Lu Ruoxi’s hand was firm, his resolve unshakable.
……
After the ceremony, the reception was held in the university’s faculty dining hall.
Lu Ruoxi, holding a glass of juice, led Su Yang to Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli.
“Brother, sister-in-law.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked at Lu Chenyuan.
Those two words carried the weight of a lifetime—
The support in Anhe County, the guidance that pulled her from the quagmire of her past, the freedom to choose her own path.
“Silly girl.” Lu Chenyuan’s voice was gentle.
“You’ve earned every bit of this.”
He turned to Su Yang.
“Take good care of her.”
“Always.” Su Yang’s gaze never left Lu Ruoxi.
……
Night had fallen.
At the penthouse of Cloud Peak Residences No. 1, the space had transformed entirely after months of renovations.
The cold, fortress-like emptiness was gone.
In its place stood a true home.
Warm walnut walls, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed with volumes, a plush wool rug strewn with Lu Shi'an’s toys.
The living room’s lighting, personally adjusted by Mo Qingli, cast a soft, inviting glow.
Lu Shi'an was fast asleep in the nursery.
Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli sat together on the sofa, her head resting against his shoulder as she scrolled through a company report on her tablet.
“Qin Ya’s Edge has gained another three points in the European market,” she murmured.
“Stella’s Prometheus just launched Version 3.0, targeting enterprise customization. They’re making aggressive moves.”
“Yuanlong’s Genesis still leads domestically, but international competition is tightening.”
Her tone was calm, merely stating facts.
The business world was a battlefield—complacency wasn’t an option.
Lu Chenyuan nodded silently.
He reached for the remote, dimming the lights further.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night sky over Jingzhou glittered with stars.
“Qingli,” he said suddenly.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think Earth is getting… too crowded?”
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?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
