"Do you think we're too crowded here on Blue Star?"
At Lu Chenyuan's words, Mo Qingli's heart skipped a beat.
She looked up at him, his eyes as deep as the night sky outside the window.
"Market competition is like a crowded race," Lu Chenyuan explained slowly.
"Everyone's squeezed onto the same track, fixated on the taillights of their rivals, flooring the accelerator."
"The faster you go, the closer you get, the more likely you are to crash."
"I want to add more tracks to this world."
Mo Qingli followed his gaze toward the distant galaxy.
Her heart soared with his thoughts into that unknown darkness.
"Spaceflight?" she asked softly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"But aren’t launch vehicles and space exploration the domain of national agencies?"
That was the common consensus.
Spaceflight was a national priority, a realm private capital dared not—and could not—touch.
"Once upon a time," Lu Chenyuan smiled, his expression tinged with mystery.
"But times have changed. And in Country A, private spaceflight has long since taken off."
He turned to her, his gaze steady.
"What I brought back from the Red Wall wasn’t just an honor."
"It was a mission—one not meant for public ears."
Mo Qingli’s breath caught.
Finally, she understood why, upon his return, he had chosen the seemingly detached role of "Chief Strategic Advisor."
He wasn’t stepping back.
He was charging forward—into a realm no one had imagined.
"National agencies are building for interstellar expeditions—manned moon landings, Mars bases, the far reaches of deep space," Lu Chenyuan said calmly.
"What I aim to do is bring down the cost of going to space."
"I’m building the 'highways' of space—cheap, reliable 'starships.'"
"I want space to stop being the exclusive playground of a handful of scientists."
"I want it to be the new frontier where the next generation of entrepreneurs can compete."
With every word, Mo Qingli’s heart trembled.
She fully grasped it now.
He wasn’t content with playing a supporting role to national agencies.
He intended to single-handedly usher in the era of commercial spaceflight for Xia Nation.
This ambition wasn’t just earth-shattering—it was universe-shattering.
"National agencies pave the way—we lay the network."
Lu Chenyuan stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, spreading his arms as if to embrace the cosmos.
"They explore the unknown; we make that path thrive."
"One day, when our ships shuttle between Earth and space as routinely as airliners, what will these petty market shares on Earth even matter?"
Mo Qingli rose and joined him.
Gazing at her husband’s profile, she felt an awe and passion unlike anything before.
This was her man.
While others were still locked in battles within Earth’s tiny pond, his eyes were fixed on the boundless sea of stars.
"This road won’t be easy," she said.
"I know."
"It’ll burn through money—astronomical sums."
"I know."
"But someone has to take the first step," Lu Chenyuan turned to her, his eyes alight with hope and invitation.
"Qingli, building rockets requires the world’s best new materials."
"And Mo Industries is the best."
Mo Qingli smiled, radiant and dazzling.
She knew what he meant.
This wasn’t a demand—it was an invitation.
An invitation to join him as a partner in a grand venture that could reshape human history.
"I’m with you," she said, clasping his hand tightly.
Just like the simple promise she’d made three years ago, trapped in a cage in Country J.
"Good," Lu Chenyuan enveloped her slender hand in his.
Another weekend, atop Cloud Peak One.
Morning sunlight streamed through the panoramic windows, spilling into the open kitchen.
Lu Chenyuan, apron tied, focused intently.
His tablet displayed a nutrition report.
Beside it lay an open cookbook on baby food.
The man who once stirred global capital markets now faced his greatest challenge: getting his son to eat one more spoonful of carrot puree.
At that moment, he meticulously mashed the carrots, his movements as delicate as if handling precision machinery finer than chip lithography.
At the dining table, Mo Qingli had finished her morning workout.
"Chief Strategic Advisor," she teased, "what’s today’s strategic objective?"
"Conquering Broccoli Hill," Lu Chenyuan replied without looking up, testing the temperature of the rice porridge with his lips.
"Good luck," she laughed, heading to the living room sofa.
Opening her tablet, she scanned Mo Industries’ most confidential encrypted emails.
Though she’d delegated daily operations to her team, key strategic decisions still required her approval.
Her demeanor remained sharp and composed—but with a softness in her brow that hadn’t been there before.
One in the kitchen, one at the table.
No words, yet an unspoken harmony flowed between them.
Sunlight stretched their silhouettes long across the floor.
"Ba-ba!"
From the playpen, little Lu Shi’an gripped the railing, wobbling on his feet.
Watching his father cook and his mother work, he babbled happily.
The once-sterile penthouse now brimmed with warmth.
"Breakfast is ready."
Lu Chenyuan carried over a tray—two soy milks, bacon-wrapped pancakes, and a small bowl of his homemade carrot puree.
Mo Qingli closed her laptop.
She took a bite of pancake without hesitation.
"Tastes good," she remarked. "Better than last time."
"High praise," Lu Chenyuan smiled.
Sitting down, he devoted himself to feeding their son.
Lu Shi’an smeared puree everywhere, giggling.
Patiently, Lu Chenyuan wiped his face with a damp cloth.
Then came family time.
The central lawn below became their domain.
Lu Chenyuan spread out a picnic blanket while Mo Qingli lifted Lu Shi’an from the stroller onto the grass.
The toddler could now crawl shakily, endlessly fascinated by ants and fallen leaves.
Lu Chenyuan watched his son explore, eyes tender.
Mo Qingli leaned against his shoulder, scrolling through news on her tablet.
Nearby, young mothers whispered.
"That’s the family from the penthouse."
"The husband’s so handsome, and the wife—unbelievably beautiful. Their aura is something else."
"No idea what they do. Clearly wealthy, but so down-to-earth."
To them, Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli were just extraordinary-looking neighbors.
No one knew that this seemingly ordinary young couple held the power to influence global industry trends with every decision they made.
ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
