The next morning, in Lu Chenyuan’s office.
Lu Mingshi’s mood was exhilarated, even tinged with a hint of barely concealed nervousness.
He had never dreamed in his wildest fantasies that the ultimate power over Lu Corporation—something he had coveted for so long—would be delivered to him in such a dramatic fashion.
"Chenyuan, are you really sure about this?" Lu Mingshi asked, feigning hesitation as he eyed the thick stack of equity transfer documents on the desk, though the greed in his eyes was impossible to hide.
"Uncle, I’ve already signed." Lu Chenyuan’s tone was indifferent as he slid a document across the table. "These are all the Lu Corporation shares I personally hold, at the price we agreed upon."
Then, Lou Mengling pushed her own set of documents forward, her voice icy and detached:
"These are my shares as well, all transferred to you. There’s only one condition—finalize the divorce proceedings as soon as possible. From now on, I owe Lu Mingye nothing."
Lu Mingshi’s heart pounded wildly!
Combined, Lu Chenyuan and Lou Mengling’s shares amounted to over 15% of the company’s total equity!
Once he absorbed these shares, he would instantly become Lu Corporation’s largest controlling shareholder!
Not even his elder brother Lu Mingye—let alone the family patriarch, Lu Chengsi—could challenge his position anymore.
"No problem! No problem at all!" Lu Mingshi practically snatched the documents, hastily scribbling his signature under the lawyer’s guidance.
The funds were transferred. The agreement took effect.
When everything was settled, Lu Mingshi stared at the confirmation message on his phone, his entire body light with euphoria.
He had won.
At last, he had defeated the elder brother who had overshadowed him and his siblings since childhood, and he had triumphed over the nephew whom the old man had pinned all his hopes on.
From this day forward, he, Lu Mingshi, was the true master of Lu Corporation!
He didn’t even bother to question why Lu Chenyuan and his mother had so decisively sold off their shares. He simply dismissed it as his nephew’s impulsive reaction to the family infighting.
With a saccharine smile, he looked at Lu Chenyuan and said,
"Chenyuan, don’t worry. Your uncle will take Lu Corporation to new heights!"
Lu Chenyuan ignored his hypocrisy. He merely stood and said calmly,
"I hope Uncle can hold onto that seat. Mom, let’s go."
Watching the mother and son leave, Lu Mingshi curled his lip in disdain.
Just a brat weighed down by women and family drama—nothing to fear.
Immediately, Lu Mingshi called his assistant, brimming with excitement.
"Notify all board members—an emergency meeting at 2 PM! I have major announcements to make!"
……
2 PM, Lu Corporation’s top-floor conference room.
The atmosphere was heavy and tense.
The Lu family’s uncles and the company’s directors had all caught wind of the news beforehand.
When Lu Mingshi strode in, beaming, and took the seat at the head of the table—the seat that had always belonged to Lu Chenyuan—everyone understood: the sky over Lu Corporation had truly changed.
Lu Mingye sat quietly in his usual spot, appearing unnervingly calm.
Since last night, he had tried reaching Lou Mengling, Lu Chenyuan, even begging the old patriarch, Lu Chengsi—but all he received were cold rejections.
So what if he had an affair?
So what if he had a mistress?
So what if he fathered a child out of wedlock?
Wasn’t that how things were done?
Why had it come to this?
Lu Mingye felt no remorse.
Only resentment toward Lou Mengling, his once-docile and obedient wife.
Only fury toward Lu Chenyuan, the son he had once been so proud of—until the boy’s growth began to threaten him.
That ungrateful wretch, Lu Mingye inwardly roared.
But after his futile rage, his face turned ashen, as if he had aged a decade in an instant.
"Everyone," Lu Mingshi cleared his throat, pausing deliberately as his gaze swept the room.
All eyes were on him.
Some uneasy, some ingratiating, some fawning, some deferential.
This was the taste of power!
It felt incredible.
This was what it meant to be the center of attention.
This was what it meant to hold life and death in his hands.
Only now did Lu Mingshi truly understand what it was like to be the head of the Lu family.
All his life, he had been overshadowed by his elder brother, Lu Mingye.
A complete waste of a man.
When their father, Lu Chengsi, had finally lost faith in Lu Mingye, Lu Mingshi thought his time had come—only for Lu Chenyuan to emerge.
Even as a teenager, Lu Chenyuan exuded the same intimidating presence as the old patriarch.
Lu Mingshi’s restless ambition had been stifled once again.
But today, no one could stand in his way anymore!
Lu Mingshi thought triumphantly.
He cleared his throat once more, ready to deliver his grand announcement—when the conference room doors swung open.
Lu Chenyuan walked in.
Lu Mingshi stiffened, baffled by his nephew’s sudden appearance.
Instinctively, his nerves tightened.
This nephew had left too deep a psychological scar.
Yet Lu Chenyuan remained as composed as ever, though today, he seemed to have shed some invisible burden, his demeanor sharper and more unshackled than before.
"Chenyuan?" Lu Mingshi forced a smile. "Perfect timing. We were just about to—"
"I’m not here for the meeting." Lu Chenyuan cut him off, striding to the table and coolly surveying the room.
With a wave of his hand, Zhang Qi stepped forward, retrieving a document from his briefcase and placing it on the table.
"I’ve come to formally submit my resignation to the board."
His voice was quiet, but it struck like thunder in everyone’s ears.
"Effective immediately, I am stepping down from all positions within Lu Corporation and its subsidiaries. As you all know, I have also divested all my personal shares. From this moment on, I have no further ties to Lu Corporation."
The room erupted in shock!
If the earlier equity transfer had merely signaled a shift in the Lu family’s internal power structure, Lu Chenyuan’s complete departure meant Lu Corporation was losing its very soul.
Lu Mingshi’s smile froze, replaced by stunned disbelief.
He had imagined countless scenarios—but never this. Lu Chenyuan wasn’t just stepping aside; he was severing all ties!
This wasn’t a power grab.
This was… abdication?
No—it was more like handing him a red-hot coal!
But the real storm was only beginning.
"If Chairman Lu has made his decision," a crisp, no-nonsense female voice spoke up—Ren Qian, the administrative director, stood and placed her own resignation letter on the table. "I, too, will resign as administrative director."
"Same here. Director of Technology, resigning."
"Operations Department…"
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!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
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.”
