Lu Mingshi's words immediately resonated with Third Uncle Lu Mingde and Fourth Uncle Lu Minggong.
"That's right, Chenyuan. Second Brother makes a valid point. Last time, I recommended that procurement manager—so capable—yet you rejected him outright just because he wasn't one of your people."
"And what about my project? It had such promising prospects, but you dismissed it outright, calling it too risky. It’s clear you don’t want us elders meddling in the company’s affairs!"
In no time, the uncles took turns voicing their grievances, launching a verbal "siege" against Lu Chenyuan.
Unable to directly challenge Lu Chengsi’s decisions, they instead poured all their frustrations onto Lu Chenyuan, the so-called "proxy."
Lu Chenyuan listened quietly, his expression unreadable, as if the tyrannical figure they described bore no relation to him.
Only when their voices gradually died down did he finally speak, his tone measured yet cutting through the silence:
"Third Uncle, the procurement manager you recommended had a record of taking kickbacks at his previous company. Someone like that—I dare not employ."
"Fourth Uncle, I reviewed the report for your project. The return rate was a mere 5%, but the potential policy and environmental risks were astronomical. One misstep could plunge the entire group into legal turmoil. That’s a gamble I can’t take."
His gaze swept across each uncle’s face, his voice calm yet razor-sharp:
"As president of Lu Corporation, my primary duty is to the shareholders and to the future of the Lu family. Every decision I make is based on data and risk assessment."
"If any of you believe my judgment is flawed, you’re welcome to submit a formal proposal to the board—per company protocol—rather than using a family gathering to pressure me like this."
The uncles were left speechless, their faces alternating between pale and flushed.
They knew better than anyone the shady dealings behind their so-called "promising projects" and "talented candidates."
They had hoped to use this family gathering to rally the patriarch to their side, only for Lu Chenyuan to publicly strip away their thin veneer of respectability.
Watching his younger brothers flounder, Lu Mingshi’s eyes flashed with malice.
He knew these petty grievances wouldn’t shake Lu Chenyuan—he needed to play his real trump card.
"Fine! Well said!" Lu Mingshi slammed the table and stood, jabbing a finger at Lu Chenyuan.
"If we’re talking strictly business, then explain this: What’s your deal with Sheng Tian Real Estate?"
"You mobilized the group’s resources, teamed up with the media, and relentlessly pursued their so-called ‘labor violations.’ You even sicced the legal team on them, driving them into the ground!"
"Do you even realize I have investments in Sheng Tian? Your baseless crackdown has cost me a fortune! Is this a personal vendetta or an abuse of power? You’re dragging the Lu name through the mud! What will people think of us? That we bully the weak?"
Lu Mingshi played the part of the righteous, aggrieved victim, conveniently omitting Sheng Tian’s heinous crimes.
At this, Lu Qianqian, who had remained silent until now, abruptly lifted her head.
Her clear eyes burned with fury.
So Second Uncle was tied to Sheng Tian Real Estate too!
His dismissive "so-called labor violations" were actual human lives—shattered families!
He lost money, but those workers lost their health, their futures, their lives!
Trembling with anger, she was about to stand and refute him when a steady glance from Lu Chenyuan stopped her.
Lu Chenyuan regarded his raving uncle with icy detachment.
Instead of addressing Lu Mingshi directly, he turned his gaze to Lu Chengsi at the head of the table.
"Second Uncle, are you sure you want me to elaborate on Sheng Tian’s affairs? Are you certain Sheng Tian hasn’t broken any laws?"
Before Lu Mingshi could respond, Lu Chenyuan’s piercing stare returned.
Under that frigid gaze, Lu Mingshi felt an unsettling certainty—his nephew already knew everything.
"You—you’re slandering me!" Lu Mingshi blustered, his bravado faltering.
"The evidence will speak for itself," Lu Chenyuan replied coolly.
"As for your personal losses..." A faint smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
"Investments carry risks. You should know that by now."
His words landed like a hammer.
The hall fell deathly silent.
Lu Chenyan and Lu Chenjin gaped at their elder brother, stunned by his unyielding demeanor.
Even Lu Chenxiao’s eyes flickered with something unreadable.
Lu Qianqian, meanwhile, gazed at Lu Chenyuan with pure admiration.
This was her brother—principled, unshakable, a true pillar of strength!
Lu Mingye opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately stayed silent.
All eyes turned to Lu Chengsi.
One word from him would dictate the outcome of this clash.
Lu Chengsi’s expression was grim.
Deep down, he knew Lu Chenyuan was right—even exemplary.
Protecting the family’s interests was precisely why he had chosen Lu Chenyuan.
Yet... seeing his sons humiliated and pale, his iron resolve wavered once more.
With a heavy sigh, he rapped the table and declared in a tone brooking no argument:
"Enough! Have you no shame?"
He first glared at Lu Mingshi and the others:
"Chenyuan is the president. His decisions are sound in principle. As for you lot—cut back on your reckless outside investments and focus on the group’s legitimate business!"
Then, softening his tone, he turned to Lu Chenyuan:
"But Chenyuan, you must also consider your approach. They are your elders. Matters should be discussed privately, as a family. Don’t let things escalate like this—it only invites ridicule."
"Above all, harmony is what matters most in a family."
Harmony.
Hearing those words, the last ember of hope in Lu Chenyuan’s heart extinguished.
He understood now.
His grandfather had grown old. He still had the lion’s authority, but not its claws. In his quest to preserve unity, he had chosen the fatal path of compromise.
As long as the patriarch remained this way, his uncles’ ambitions would never die, and Lu Corporation would be dragged into endless infighting, slowly sinking into ruin.
This was the root of the Lu family’s downfall in the original timeline.
"I understand, Grandfather."
Lu Chenyuan nodded calmly, offering no further argument.
His mind was already made up.
After the strained family dinner ended, Lu Chenyuan's resolve to break away from the Lu family and establish his own path had never been firmer.
He no longer intended to patch up this sinking ship.
What he planned to do was to abandon it before it went under—taking everyone willing to follow him—and board a sturdier, more advanced vessel, sailing toward broader horizons.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
