As the summit concluded, night gradually enveloped Jingzhou.
The black "Wuju" glided smoothly along the road, the cabin so quiet that only the faint hum of the electric motor could be heard.
Behind the vehicle, the lights of "Future City" merged into a dazzling sea of radiance.
Soon, the car returned to the apartment garage and came to a stop.
At this moment, Lu Chenyuan seemed somewhat exhausted.
Today, he had stood on that stage, facing the entire tech industry of Xia Nation.
He had overturned the table—and drawn an even grander blueprint.
It had drained him more than any business battle he'd ever fought.
Mo Qingli, seated in the passenger seat, sensed his weariness.
Without a word, she reached out and gently took his hand.
Her touch was warm and soft.
In the quiet companionship, the tension in Lu Chenyuan's nerves slowly eased.
He turned to look at her.
The shifting light from outside the window cast a hazy glow over her delicate profile.
She met his gaze.
Her eyes held complete understanding—and a faint trace of heartache.
"Let's go home," she said.
"Yeah, home," Lu Chenyuan replied, tightening his grip on her hand.
Cloud Peak One, the penthouse.
As they stepped inside, the motion-sensor lights in the foyer automatically brightened with a soft glow.
With Lu Shi'an growing older day by day, his grandmother and maternal grandmother had gradually returned to their own lives.
Mo Qingli had finally decided to hire a nanny.
Fortunately, the Mo family's deep roots made it easy to find a trustworthy candidate from their own circle.
By the time they returned home tonight, Lu Shi'an and the nanny were already asleep.
The sprawling penthouse was quiet and cozy.
This was their home.
Lu Chenyuan took off his coat and casually draped it over the rack.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, gazing at the city below—a city he had profoundly transformed.
Mo Qingli emerged from the kitchen and handed him a glass of warm water.
"On that stage today," she began, her voice soft,
"You weren't the CEO of Yuanlong, nor were you Shi'an's father."
Lu Chenyuan accepted the glass and looked at her.
"Then who was I?"
Mo Qingli smiled.
That smile washed away all the tension and sharpness from the summit, leaving only the tenderness and admiration of this moment.
"You were... a thinker," she said gently.
"A thinker trying to forge a new order for this chaotic era."
Lu Chenyuan paused. This was the second time he'd heard Mo Qingli describe him this way.
The first time, he'd assumed it was mostly playful teasing between spouses.
But now, he saw in her eyes that she truly believed it.
Lu Chenyuan studied her briefly before lowering his gaze to the rippling water in his glass. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly.
"I didn’t think that far ahead."
He pulled her into an embrace, resting his chin against her shoulder.
"I just wanted to leave our son a better world."
"A world where he wouldn’t have to live as exhaustingly as we do."
"A world where he could look ahead instead of constantly watching for traps underfoot."
His voice was quiet but resolute.
Mo Qingli turned and buried her face in his chest.
In this moment, she no longer felt the presence of the calculating business titan.
Instead, she sensed the simplest yet grandest wish of a father.
They didn’t speak further, simply holding each other in silence.
Around the corner, the door to the nursery was slightly ajar, a dim nightlight glowing inside.
Lu Shi'an slept peacefully in his crib.
His tiny chest rose and fell with even breaths, and a faint, contented smile lingered on his face—as if he were lost in a sweet dream.
Lu Chenyuan's gaze softened immeasurably.
Today, he had stirred up a storm outside.
But here, all his armor melted away into tenderness.
This small, tranquil haven—
was both the starting point and the destination of all his efforts.
Three days after the Xia Nation Tech Summit, the alliance held its first preparatory meeting.
The closed-door session became another battleground of negotiation and compromise.
In the end, Lu Chenyuan was successfully appointed as the inaugural council chairman.
Xia Nation's tech industry, once a "Warring States era" of unchecked growth, began its true transition into a "federal era" of structured order.
News of the alliance's official launch and operation swept through the industry like a storm.
Some cheered; others were skeptical.
But for Lu Chenyuan's three younger brothers, the changes were immediate and tangible.
In Lu Chenxiao's biotech lab,
he received a call from Jingzhou University's School of Medicine.
They hoped to deepen their collaboration on a brain-computer interface project.
"Professor Lu, we used to worry that Yuanlong's 'Kaitian' model wouldn’t be compatible with our data interfaces," the voice on the line explained.
"But now, with the alliance's unified standards, all our medical imaging data can seamlessly integrate with your system."
"This is a huge leap for our research!"
After hanging up, Lu Chenxiao stared at the priceless equipment in his lab.
He knew his eldest brother had just opened a door to a new world for him.
Lu Chenjin's automotive tech lab also welcomed fresh opportunities.
A top domestic battery manufacturer approached him, offering to provide samples of their latest solid-state batteries at cost price.
"Mr. Lu, we hesitated before," their representative admitted candidly.
"Our technology has ties with both 'Wuju' and Sitela."
"We were afraid of accidentally crossing 'trade secret' lines."
"But now, with the supply chain health pact enabling non-core patent sharing, our concerns are much smaller."
"Let’s push the performance of domestic vehicles even higher together!"
Lu Chenjin held the letter of intent, his fingers trembling slightly.
The battery life bottleneck that had plagued him for half a year finally seemed surmountable.
The alliance's operations quickly stabilized.
Lu Chenyuan, meanwhile, fully embraced his role as a hands-off figurehead.
He attended no further meetings.
Media coverage of him dwindled just as rapidly.
He reverted to being the "retired" man who spent his days with his wife and child.
As if the radiant "thinker" from the tech summit had been nothing more than the world's illusion.
Meanwhile, far overseas, Lu Qianqian—who hadn’t returned home in a long time—also felt the ripple effects of Lu Chenyuan’s strategy.
Her "Horizon Foundation" had hit a roadblock in a poverty-alleviation project in Country J due to rising local protectionism.
But as the "Lighthouse" Foundation gained prominence and Xia Nation’s collective corporate influence grew,
the J government’s stance softened, even offering proactive support.
Ji Wushuang couldn’t help but marvel.
"Your brother is truly extraordinary."
"He’s playing a chess game from home,"
"yet we, outside the board, are all benefiting."
Watching the children’s smiling faces as they ran freely,
Lu Qianqian smiled too.
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.
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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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
