Lu Chenyuan's gaze fell upon the canvas.
It was already adorned with numerous inscriptions—some delicate, some flamboyant, others steady and composed.
Without hesitation, he accepted the specialized marker handed to him by an attendant. After a brief moment of contemplation, he wrote eight characters in a corner of the canvas:
"Happy birthday, may all go well."
His handwriting was firm, the strokes restrained yet exuding an effortless grace, identical to the script on that note—though with subtle adjustments in key flourishes.
Once finished, Lu Chenyuan returned the marker to the attendant and strode calmly into the venue.
In a dimly lit corner not far away, Mo Qingli observed the scene through the golden shimmer of her champagne glass, a fleeting glint passing through her eyes.
Tonight, she wore a custom haute couture gown, the epitome of elegance and nobility.
Seeing the birthday wishes Lu Chenyuan had penned, she found the answer she sought.
Though he had deliberately altered certain stroke habits, the essence ingrained in his calligraphy—the very spirit of it—was impossible to replicate.
Having confirmed her suspicions, Mo Qingli felt no urgency to approach him.
Instead, she glided through the crowd, champagne in hand, effortlessly navigating the waves of congratulations and veiled probes, embodying the poise and competence of a perfect hostess.
Meanwhile, Lu Chenyuan settled into a quieter spot, exchanging brief pleasantries with a few familiar business associates before retreating into silence, his sharp eyes surveying the room.
Then, a shrill voice sliced through the refined ambiance of the gala.
"Oh, dear sister, what a grand spectacle you've made of this birthday party—it might as well be a board meeting! What’s next? Closing a few deals here to curry favor with the directors?"
All eyes turned toward the source: a young woman in a frilly pink princess dress, her face heavily made-up but flushed with intoxication, staggering toward Mo Qingli with undisguised mockery dripping from her words.
It was Mo Siyu, a cousin from a lesser branch of the Mo family, who had always resented Mo Qingli for overshadowing her.
Mo Qingli's expression remained unreadable, not even the faintest curve of her lips betraying emotion. Only a trace of icy derision flickered in her cool, composed eyes.
"Siyu, you're drunk," she said, her tone detached, as if stating an irrelevant fact.
"Drunk? I’m perfectly sober!" Mo Siyu’s temper flared at her cousin’s indifference, her voice rising.
"I just feel sorry for you! Look at yourself—fighting tooth and nail in the business world like a man. What’s the point? In the end, you’re still just an unwanted career woman. A woman’s greatest happiness lies in marrying well and raising children. No matter how powerful or wealthy you become, if no one wants you, you’ll still end up as a pawn in some business alliance!"
The venom in her words froze the air.
Guests shifted uncomfortably, yet their ears perked up, anticipating a high-society drama.
In the corner, Lu Chenyuan’s indifferent gaze turned glacial.
Yet, defying all expectations, Mo Qingli didn’t react with anger. Instead, she let out a soft laugh—light as a feather but sharp as an ice pick, piercing straight through Mo Siyu’s fragile pride.
"Siyu, which ancient scroll did you dig up that philosophy from?"
Mo Qingli stepped forward, champagne glass in hand, her gaze laced with pity as she looked down at her cousin.
"Living off the family’s wealth, wearing clothes bought by the family, residing in a family-owned house—your only value in life truly is as a commodity waiting for the highest bidder. After all, aside from your ‘marriageable’ function, what else do you contribute to this family?"
Mo Siyu’s face drained of color. "Y-You’re lying!"
"My life is crafted by my own hands. Its worth isn’t defined by anyone else."
Mo Qingli’s voice was calm, yet every syllable cut like a blade.
"Yours, however, has been priced from the very beginning, waiting for someone to pick you off the shelf. So don’t measure my world with your parasitic mindset."
"We are not the same."
Her words, elegant yet brutal, stripped Mo Siyu’s gaudy princess facade bare, leaving only a hollow shell behind.
"Ah—!"
Humiliated beyond reason, Mo Siyu screamed, her self-control snapping. She snatched a glass of red wine from a nearby waiter’s tray and hurled it toward Mo Qingli’s face!
But in the blink of an eye, a shadow darted between them.
Splash—
The crimson liquid splashed across the immaculate lines of a tailored dark suit, staining the fabric as it dripped to the floor in shocking streaks.
It was Lu Chenyuan.
He didn’t even glance at his ruined suit, his frigid stare fixed solely on Mo Siyu.
Mo Qingli reacted faster.
The instant Lu Chenyuan shielded her, she didn’t hesitate—her hand swung out in a swift, resounding slap across Mo Siyu’s cheek!
Crack!
The ballroom fell deathly silent.
"That slap is to teach you that actions have consequences," Mo Qingli said, her voice colder than winter frost.
"Waaah! How dare you hit me!" Mo Siyu clutched her rapidly swelling face, wailing.
Just then, an enraged male voice roared from the crowd:
"Who dares touch my sister?!"
A tall, arrogant-looking young man shoved through the spectators, rushing to Mo Siyu’s side before glaring furiously at Mo Qingli and Lu Chenyuan.
It was Mo Zixuan, Mo Siyu’s elder brother.
"Unbelievable, Mo Qingli! Colluding with an outsider to bully my sister at your own birthday party? Have you no shame?"
Without waiting for an explanation, he jabbed a finger at Lu Chenyuan’s face. "And who the hell are you, meddling in Mo family affairs?"
With that, his meaty fist swung toward Lu Chenyuan’s jaw!
Gasps erupted around them.
Lu Chenyuan didn’t even blink, as if swatting away an irritating fly.
The moment Mo Zixuan’s punch neared his face, he moved.
His right leg lashed out like a whip—faster than sight, sharper than wind—landing with brutal precision against Mo Zixuan’s abdomen.
Thud!
A dull impact echoed as Mo Zixuan’s body folded like a boneless shrimp, howling as he was sent flying backward. He crashed to the floor, writhing in pain, unable to get up.
Before transmigrating into this world, Lu Chenyuan had trained extensively.
Especially in a village where transportation was scarce, survival had depended on his own two legs.
So his kicks were far from decorative.
And in this life, his physical prowess lived up to the standard of a domineering CEO.
The room was frozen in stunned silence.
Every pair of eyes was locked onto Lu Chenyuan.
From his sudden appearance to his merciless strike, his expression never wavered—his ruthless efficiency sending a chill down every spine in attendance.
Lu Chenyuan didn’t even glance at Mo Zixuan lying on the floor. He took out a pristine white handkerchief from his suit pocket, meticulously wiped the back of his hand where the spilled alcohol had splashed, then tossed the handkerchief aside as if discarding trash.
The banquet hall had already devolved into a chaotic farce.
He turned and faced Mo Qingli, her expression icy behind him.
Lu Chenyuan had no intention of provoking Mo Qingli—but he couldn’t stand to see her humiliated either.
After a brief hesitation, he spoke:
"The night view from Xishan in Jingzhou is quite something."
"President Mo, care to change venues and celebrate your birthday there instead?"
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...
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
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!"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
