Ji Wushuang drove the car, taking Lu Qianqian to the Spring Breeze Community.
This was the place where Lu Qianqian had been forced to begin her "rehabilitation through labor."
It was also where her transformation had begun.
Lu Qianqian lifted several large, pre-prepared bags from the car.
Inside were some fruits and nutritional supplements she had asked Uncle Yu to help purchase.
"Wushuang, you can wait in the car," Lu Qianqian said.
"My duty is to provide 24-hour close protection," Ji Wushuang replied, also getting out of the car.
Lu Qianqian didn't insist further.
She walked into the cafeteria.
Inside, the familiar aroma of cooked food still hung in the air.
Sister Li, who was working, saw her and cried out in pleasant surprise.
"Qianqian? You girl, what brings you here?"
"Sister Li, I came to see you all," Lu Qianqian said with a smile, putting the things down.
"Oh my, you didn't need to bring anything just for a visit," Sister Li chided verbally, but her face blossomed into a wide smile.
Soon, other cafeteria staff and some elderly residents who had come to eat gathered around.
"Girl Qianqian, you finally came!"
"Child, have you lost weight? Your face looks thinner."
"Grandma Zhang, how have you been feeling lately?"
Lu Qianqian greeted everyone with familiar ease.
Her face wore a brilliant, heartfelt smile.
That smile was completely different from the polite or aggrieved ones she had worn at the Lu Family Manor.
It was a pure, unadulterated joy.
She held Grandma Zhang's hand, listening to her talk about daily life.
She crouched down to play marbles with a shy little boy.
She helped Sister Li put the freshly washed dishes and utensils into the sterilizing cabinet.
Ji Wushuang stood by the entrance.
Like a transparent, non-existent person.
She watched Lu Qianqian, radiant and smiling gracefully among the crowd.
Watched her patiently listening to the rambling stories of the elderly.
Watched her naturally ladle a bowl of hot soup for an elderly person with mobility difficulties.
Her gaze grew somewhat complex.
She had originally thought Lu Qianqian's visit here was just another whim of a wealthy young lady.
A life experience, a show.
But now, she realized she was wrong.
The ease and sincerity that radiated from within Lu Qianqian when she was with these ordinary people...
It couldn't be faked.
Her concern for these people came from the heart.
Ji Wushuang suddenly understood.
Why this porcelain doll wanted to go to those poor and dangerous places.
Because her heart contained something incongruous with her status.
That something was "kindness."
Or perhaps, it should be called "compassion."
This was the source of her seemingly delicate yet incredibly resilient spirit.
An hour later.
Lu Qianqian bid farewell to everyone.
She got into the car returning to the manor.
The car was quiet.
Lu Qianqian's mood seemed very good.
The corners of her mouth held a faint smile.
"Wushuang," she suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you for accompanying me today."
Ji Wushuang looked at her through the rearview mirror.
"You're welcome."
"That place... is the reason why I want to do those things," Lu Qianqian said softly, looking out the window. "In this world, there are many people we don't see, living lives we can't imagine."
"I just want to go and see them."
"See what I can do for them."
Ji Wushuang didn't speak.
She just silently tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
She suddenly understood.
Why Lu Chenyuan had said,
"My sister, she isn't bad at heart."
And understood why this girl wanted to give up her privileged life to go to those poor and dangerous places.
At this moment, she felt that what she was protecting wasn't just a delicate young lady.
But a pure and precious ideal.
...
The two weeks of intensive training officially ended.
The time for Lu Qianqian's departure had arrived.
She stood before the full-length mirror in the living room.
In the mirror was a girl she herself found unfamiliar.
The girl's skin was no longer milky white.
It was tanned a healthy wheat color.
The girl's figure was no longer simply slender and delicate.
It now had some smooth, powerful-looking muscle definition.
The girl's face seemed a bit more gaunt.
But her eyes were brighter, more spirited than ever before.
It was a kind of resolute light, born only after being tempered.
"Not bad," Lu Chenyuan's voice sounded from behind.
He had been standing there for who knows how long.
His gaze held approval.
"You're starting to look the part."
Lu Qianqian smiled somewhat shyly, then called out,
"Big Brother."
The girl's voice no longer carried a coquettish tone.
"Are you ready?" Lu Chenyuan asked.
"Your flight is early tomorrow morning."
"First stop, Africa, Country K."
Lu Qianqian took a deep breath, then nodded firmly.
"I'm ready."
Ji Wushuang also walked over.
She handed Lu Qianqian a black tactical backpack.
"These are your supplies," she said, her voice still devoid of inflection.
"It contains a first-aid kit, water purification tablets, high-energy compressed biscuits, a multi-tool knife, and a satellite phone."
"From now on, it is your second life."
"You must carry it with you at all times."
Lu Qianqian solemnly accepted the backpack.
It was heavy, but it made her feel secure inside.
She slung it on her back, then turned to look at Ji Wushuang.
"Wushuang."
For the first time, she didn't use a tone of discussion or request.
Instead, she used an equal, partner-like tone to speak to her.
"Please guide me from now on."
Ji Wushuang looked at her.
Looked at the flame in her eyes that had already been ignited and was burning brighter and stronger.
For the first time, she actively extended her hand to her.
"Please guide me as well, Qianqian."
Late at night.
Ji Wushuang sat by the window, polishing a military-grade dagger she had used for a long time.
The cold blade reflected her equally cold face.
Her mind replayed everything that had happened over the past two weeks.
Replayed the entire process of Lu Qianqian transforming from a weeping young lady into a resolute-eyed "fighter."
It also replayed the image of the brightly smiling girl she had seen at the Spring Breeze Community.
She took out her phone and pulled up a photo.
It was a photo of Chen Lei.
In the photo, Chen Lei wore a white shirt, looking clean and shy.
Compared to Lu Qianqian, he seemed to live in two completely different worlds.
But for some reason, Ji Wushuang felt they shared something similar.
A kind of cleanness and purity belonging to the sunlight.
While she herself was someone accustomed to moving in the shadows.
Could she really protect this sunlight?
Ji Wushuang sheathed the dagger.
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...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!"
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
