Big brother...
Did he already know all of this?
He had known all along that she was not the biological daughter of the Lu family.
He had known all along that this storm, powerful enough to shatter all her pride and dignity, would inevitably arrive.
That's why he had to push her away before the storm hit.
Using the most forceful, even the most ruthless method, he pushed her away.
Pushed her to a place far from the hustle and bustle of fame and fortune in Jingzhou.
Pushed her into a completely unfamiliar and harsh environment.
Forced her to learn, to grow, to transform.
Forced her to find a value system that would allow her to stand on her own, independent of the identity "Lu family heiress"!
He had shielded her from all the impending storms and waves.
He alone, in Jingzhou, faced that long-foreseen storm.
Silently, bearing everything.
When Lu Qianqian understood this, her heart ached even more, so much it was hard to breathe.
That pain wasn't for the exposure of her origins.
It was heartache for her big brother.
For that big brother who silently shouldered everything for everyone.
Lu Qianqian's tears finally broke through, uncontrollably.
But she didn't cry out loud; she just pressed her hand tightly over her mouth.
Ji Wushuang stood right beside her.
She didn't speak.
She didn't offer comfort.
She simply reached out and gently embraced her.
Using her own figure to shield Lu Qianqian from the curious glances around them.
Ji Wushuang's frame wasn't particularly tall, yet she was like a mountain—silent and reliable.
Lu Qianqian quickly steadied her emotions and stopped crying.
She wiped away her tears, though her hands still trembled slightly.
Lu Qianqian handed her phone to Ji Wushuang.
"Wushuang-jie."
Her voice was thick with a nasal tone, hoarse yet filled with strength.
"Help me, call my big brother."
Ji Wushuang looked at Lu Qianqian and didn't say anything.
Instead, she simply dialed the number for her.
The call connected quickly.
"Hello?"
From the other end came Lu Chenyuan's steady voice, carrying a trace of fatigue.
Hearing that voice, the tears Lu Qianqian had just held back surged up once more.
"Big brother..."
Her voice held a sob.
But more than that, it held a clarity and resilience born from breaking free of a cocoon.
Lu Chenyuan on the other end was silent for a few seconds.
Then, his voice sounded again.
This time, there was no fatigue in his tone, only a relieved gentleness.
"Qianqian, it's me."
"I saw it," Lu Qianqian said.
"Mhm." Lu Chenyuan didn't seem surprised at all.
"Don't be afraid."
His voice remained steady.
Like an anchor, instantly calming all the turmoil in Lu Qianqian's heart.
"Big brother has been waiting for this day too."
"Big brother..."
Lu Qianqian wanted to say more but found herself choked up, unable to utter a single word.
A thousand words clogged her throat, finally dissolving into silent tears.
"Qianqian."
Lu Chenyuan's voice was still gentle and steady.
"You've done very well."
"Better than I imagined."
"Remember, no matter what happens, you are my sister."
"Always."
After hanging up, Lu Qianqian seemed much calmer.
Yet, the inner self-doubt had not ended.
Yes.
She had witnessed poverty and war.
She had faced death and slaughter.
She thought she was strong enough.
But when her entire life of the past eighteen years was proven to be a complete lie...
That feeling of being fundamentally negated from the roots still caused her unbearable pain.
Who was she?
She was not Lu Qianqian.
Then who was she?
A thief?
A fraud?
A despicable impostor usurping another's place?
Just as she was about to be swallowed by the black hole of self-doubt, a bottle of water was offered before her.
It was Ji Wushuang.
"Drink some water."
Ji Wushuang's voice was still flat.
"Your body is dehydrated."
Lu Qianqian didn't move. Instead, she looked at Ji Wushuang.
"Wushuang-jie."
"Am I... a laughable impostor?"
Ji Wushuang fell silent.
She gazed into the distance at the huge, blood-red sun slowly sinking.
Then, she spoke slowly.
"The first time I saw you..."
"You were a spoiled, pampered young lady."
"At that time, your value came from bearing the surname 'Lu'."
Lu Qianqian's body trembled.
"Later, in K Country."
"You learned how to shoot a gun; you learned to bandage my wounds after an explosion."
"At that time, your value came from your courage and kindness."
"Now, here."
"You can calmly change bandages for children amidst plague and hunger."
"You can go days and nights without sleep to complete a research report."
"At this time, your value comes from your professionalism and sense of responsibility."
Ji Wushuang looked at Lu Qianqian, her gaze deep and sharp.
"Lu Qianqian."
"Your value has never been tied to your origins."
"It lies in who you choose to become."
These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through all the gloom shrouding Lu Qianqian's heart.
Your value is not tied to your origins.
It lies in who you choose to become.
Lu Qianqian slowly raised her head.
She looked at Ji Wushuang.
At her face, its features sharp and stern in the sunset light.
Lu Qianqian thought of the people she had helped.
They didn't know her surname was Lu.
They didn't know if she was real or fake.
They only knew she was the kind girl from the East who gave them food and bandaged their wounds.
That was enough.
Lu Qianqian took the bottle of water Ji Wushuang offered.
She unscrewed the cap and drank deeply.
The cool water flowed down her throat into her stomach, seemingly dousing the burning pain in her heart.
She looked into the distance at that vast, barren land.
The sunset stretched her shadow long.
Her eyes gradually grew bright and firm once more.
"Wushuang-jie."
She said.
"Thank you."
She didn't say anything else, turning and walking back towards the medical camp.
Her back was still slender, but her steps were incredibly steady.
Watching this retreating figure, a thought passed through Ji Wushuang's mind.
The porcelain doll had finally grown an armor sturdy enough to withstand all the world's storms.
The storm of the true and false heiress soon passed for Lu Qianqian.
Whether due to Lu Chenyuan's early planning or Ji Wushuang's silent guardianship.
Lu Qianqian navigated through the storm smoothly.
Or perhaps, in the face of greater suffering, Lu Qianqian naturally let go of her entanglement over so-called "identity."
And instead, quickly threw herself into the new battles ahead.
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
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!"
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...
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
