The news could not be concealed.
The revelation that Lu Chenyuan and his core team had collectively departed sent shockwaves through Beijing's financial circles the very next day, like a magnitude-12 financial earthquake.
When the markets opened the following morning, Lu Corporation's stock price plummeted without hesitation, hitting the limit-down threshold. Sell orders piled up like snowflakes, and market confidence collapsed instantly. Everyone understood—without Lu Chenyuan, its visionary leader, Lu Corporation was no longer the steady yet ambitious business empire it once was.
At the Western Hills ancestral home, Lu Chengsi trembled with rage as he clutched a newspaper crumpled nearly to shreds in his grip.
"That ungrateful wretch! All of them—ungrateful wretches!"
He hurled the newspaper to the ground, his cane striking the floor tiles with thunderous cracks.
When he called Lu Mingshi, all he received was smug dismissiveness:
"Relax, Father. Chenyuan is just throwing a tantrum. I can manage the Group perfectly well without him! The stock dip is temporary—once I solidify my position, I’ll have plenty of ways to pull it back!"
After hanging up, Lu Chengsi slumped into his antique armchair, drained.
He knew—it was over.
His second son’s arrogance would be the downfall of the Lu family’s decades-long legacy.
He thought of calling Lu Chenyuan, begging him to return and salvage the wreckage.
But after lingering on the number for a long moment, he couldn’t bring himself to dial.
His pride wouldn’t allow it.
And deep down, he knew better than anyone: the grandson he had raised—once he made a decision, there was no turning back.
...
In stark contrast to the gloom shrouding Lu Corporation, a low-key yet high-profile launch event took place three days later in a newly completed luxury office tower.
The star of the show was a fledgling company called "Abyss Dragon Technologies."
No media circus was invited—only the true titans of finance, technology, and investment, along with seasoned journalists from Beijing and beyond. Each had received an elegantly minimalist yet weighty digital invitation.
Because the sender’s name was unmistakable:
Lu Chenyuan.
Onstage, under the spotlight, stood Ren Qian, Abyss Dragon’s COO, poised and confident in a flawlessly tailored white pantsuit.
With crisp, compelling clarity, she painted a grand vision:
"Abyss Dragon Technologies is poised to become the vanguard of future innovation. Our core focus spans three transformative fields: world-altering artificial intelligence, revolutionary energy materials, and the frontiers of biotech—unlocking the mysteries of life itself."
A hushed wave of awe swept through the room.
These were industry insiders. They knew exactly what those three domains represented.
Each was a golden opportunity—not just for the next decade, but for the next half-century. Each was also a voracious money pit guarded by towering technological barriers.
For any company to make headway in even one would cement its place among the giants.
Yet Abyss Dragon dared to tackle all three?
The sheer audacity was staggering.
As murmurs swirled—speculating about the company’s backing and capabilities—Ren Qian smiled and gestured gracefully.
"Now, please welcome the founder of Abyss Dragon Technologies, our guiding strategist and future helmsman—Mr. Lu Chenyuan."
Camera flashes erupted in a blinding storm.
Lu Chenyuan stepped onto the stage.
Gone was the bespoke suit that had once been his signature at Lu Corporation. Instead, he wore a premium casual shirt paired with relaxed-fit trousers. Stripped of the stifling mantle of a corporate heir, he now exuded the sharp, future-forward aura of a Silicon Valley visionary.
He stood calmly, yet his innate presence commanded instant silence.
"Abyss Dragon is my fresh start," his voice carried clearly through the mic.
"I know you all have questions. Where’s the funding? The technology? The why?"
He didn’t sidestep the tough queries—he confronted them head-on.
"Funding comes from my personal reserves, built over a decade. Technology comes from assembling—and trusting—the world’s finest minds. As for the why..."
His gaze swept the room, piercing and self-assured.
"It’s simple: we believe in the future."
Just then, a subtle commotion rippled from the entrance.
Two staff members struggled in with an enormous floral arrangement—a breathtaking display of blue irises, their symbolism clear: "Faith" and "The Return of a King."
All eyes locked onto the gilded ribbon bearing its sender:
"Mo Corporation. Congratulations on Abyss Dragon’s launch. To Mr. Lu Chenyuan—may your vision soar."
Then, as stunned whispers spread, Mo Qingli glided into the venue.
Dressed in a Chanel early-spring white gown, her every step was elegance incarnate.
Her appearance was a depth charge detonating in still waters.
The Mo family—it was Mo Qingli herself!
Not only had she sent this lavish, unmistakable tribute, but she’d come in person!
This wasn’t just an alliance. This was a bold, unshakable declaration to all of Beijing:
Lu Chenyuan has Mo Corporation’s full backing.
Mo Qingli approached the stage, accepted a champagne flute from an attendant, and raised it toward Lu Chenyuan with a faint, knowing smile.
"Congratulations, CEO Lu," her voice was crystalline, laced with subtle warmth.
"Mo Corporation believes in Abyss Dragon’s future—and even more, in you. We’re prepared to commit five billion as inaugural strategic investment, should you welcome us as your first external stakeholder."
The room exploded.
Five billion!
For a startup, this was a seismic injection of credibility—not just capital, but the Mo family’s unequivocal endorsement.
Lu Chenyuan’s gaze held hers, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
He knew this was her repayment—a tangible acknowledgment of past debts.
No matter how he’d tried to keep his distance, their paths kept intertwining.
He descended the steps, took a glass of champagne, and clinked it lightly against hers.
"My gratitude, CEO Mo," he said evenly. "Your investment will yield returns beyond expectation."
Every second of their exchange was captured by lenses hungry for gossip.
By morning, "Abyss Dragon Technologies" and "Lu Chenyuan" dominated every financial headline in Beijing.
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.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
