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?”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
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)
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?"
