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.
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.
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?"
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world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
