Jingzhou International Convention Center.
While the city's financial media and business elites were still reeling from the seismic shock of Lu Corporation's impending collapse, a grand press conference was quietly underway at the venue.
The spotlight fell on two companies—
One was Mo Group, Jingzhou's established top-tier conglomerate with formidable resources.
The other was "Abyss Dragon Tech," a fledgling startup barely known to the public.
Countless reporters were baffled. Why would the prestigious Mo family stoop to co-host an event with such an obscure company?
When the conference began, the sight of Mo Qingli in her immaculate white haute couture suit standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Lu Chenyuan in his understated black suit sent a collective gasp through the crowd.
Lu Chenyuan!
The name at the eye of the media storm!
Shouldn't he be drowning in Lu Corporation's chaos?
What was he doing here?
And why was he sharing the stage with Mo Group's helmswoman, Mo Qingli?
"Distinguished guests, members of the press, good afternoon."
Lu Chenyuan gripped the microphone, his composed demeanor and piercing gaze instantly silencing the murmurs.
"Today, Abyss Dragon Tech and Mo Group will jointly unveil a revolutionary product to the world."
He turned slightly as the massive screen behind him lit up.
"Zhu Long"—an intelligent dynamic liquid-cooled battery thermal management system.
As complex schematics, disruptive technical specs, and performance comparisons flashed across the screen, every industry expert and tech journalist in attendance shot to their feet.
"My God! Energy density decay below 0.5%? Impossible!"
"Full-operation temperature variance under 2°C? That's five times better than current tech!"
"This is a decade ahead of the entire industry!"
If Lu Corporation's downfall was an economic earthquake,
then the "Zhu Long" system's debut was a technological tsunami—
one poised to upend the entire new energy vehicle sector and redefine energy storage paradigms.
Mo Qingli took the mic, her cool, assured voice resonating through the hall:
"Mo Group has committed to opening all production lines and supply chains to Abyss Dragon Tech, with an initial investment of 10 billion yuan to fast-track Zhu Long's mass production."
The room erupted.
The pieces fell into place—
Lu Chenyuan had never been shackled to Lu Corporation's sinking ship.
The moment he walked away, he'd stealthily launched a supercarrier beyond anyone's imagination.
During Q&A, one reporter finally found their voice:
"Mr. Lu! What's your take on Lu Corporation's crisis? Rumor says you're returning to helm the company—is it true?"
Cameras swiveled to Lu Chenyuan.
Under the glare of flashes, he responded calmly:
"Lu Corporation is a respectable enterprise. I believe it will be reborn once purged of its rot."
"As for me..."
He paused, his gaze cutting through the crowd as if sighting trembling adversaries beyond.
"My life and career set sail on a new course today."
With that, he exited flanked by Mo Qingli and bodyguards, leaving unanswered questions in his wake.
——————
At a top-tier law firm on Jingzhou's Financial Street, the conference room was thick with tension.
On one side of the table sat Lu Chenyuan and his legal team, expressionless.
Opposite them were Lu Corporation's core members—haggard patriarch Lu Chengsi, hollow-eyed Lu Mingshi, and the defeated Lu Mingye brothers.
Today was judgment day for Lu Corporation.
The lawyer summarized the terms: transfer all shares at yesterday's humiliating rock-bottom price;
In exchange, a family trust would guarantee generational wealth.
Wealth traded for power.
"Sign if there are no objections," the lawyer intoned.
Lu Chengsi's rheumy eyes swept over his broken sons before he sighed and scrawled his shaky signature—
severance of his last tether to a bygone era.
With his lead, resistance crumbled.
Lu Mingye signed with resentful fury under Lu Chenyuan's glacial stare.
When Lu Mingshi's turn came, he stared at the transfer agreement, hands trembling.
Not long ago, he'd gloated over "snatching" these very shares from Lu Chenyuan.
Now he saw himself as the fool in a rigged game.
"Uncle."
Lu Chenyuan's neutral address hit like a sledgehammer.
Lu Mingshi flinched, then signed with self-lacerating speed.
As the final document was inked, Lu Chenyuan rose and looked down at these blood relatives.
"From today, Lu Corporation enters a new epoch. The trust ensures your legacies. I advise you all... to tread carefully."
He walked out, sealing a ruined era behind him.
——————
Next morning, Lu Corporation's announcement sent markets reeling.
The artistry of Lu Chenyuan's maneuvers became clear: divest at peak, evade collapse; buy back at trough, seize control.
This masterstroke multiplied his wealth while the trust permanently excised family infighting.
Backed by Abyss Dragon Tech, Mo Group's capital, and his own mythic reputation, Lu Corporation's stock miraculously stabilized post-halt, then skyrocketed.
Markets worship only victors.
Overnight, Lu Corporation was reborn, and Lu Chenyuan's name became Jingzhou's newest business deity—and taboo.
——————
That weekend, at an elegant private club,
Lu Chenyuan opened a door to reveal Lou Mengling, her body quivering with emotion.
By the window sat a girl so still she seemed painted.
At the sight of those delicate features—mirror images of her own youth—Lou Mengling's breath caught.
Eighteen years of misplaced love and guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Her lips trembled; her feet rooted to the floor.
Lu Ruoxi stood and nodded at her biological mother, voice crystal-clear yet distant:
"Greetings, Madam."
That single word—"Madam"—polite yet colder than an abyss, shattered Lou Mengling completely.
She covered her mouth, muffled sobs escaping through her fingers, brimming with irreparable regret.
The atmosphere in the private room was suffocating.
Lu Chenyuan's younger brothers stood nearby, at a loss for what to do.
In contrast, Lu Ruoxi remained eerily calm for her age.
She pulled out a tissue and handed it to Lou Mengling, speaking softly,
"Don't grieve too much. What's done is done."
There was no complaint, no tearful lament.
Yet it was precisely this composure that made Lou Mengling cry even harder.
She knew this child had endured too much hardship in the past, smoothing away all instinct to act spoiled or make demands.
...
Days later, Lu Chenyuan took Lu Ruoxi back to the old family estate in the Western Hills.
The Lu family manor now carried an air of solemnity.
Servants bowed deeply at the sight of Lu Chenyuan, their eyes filled with reverence.
Inside the study, Lu Chengsi watched as Lu Ruoxi entered, his gaze layered with complex emotions.
"Ruoxi," his voice softened considerably, "the Lu family has wronged you."
"It's all in the past," Lu Ruoxi shook her head, her answer unchanged.
Lu Chengsi studied her deeply, his heart heavy with unspoken thoughts.
He knew that under the protection of this eldest grandson, no one could harm her ever again.
"Focus on your studies," he promised. "The Lu family will stand firmly behind you from now on."
The scandal of the switched heiresses had long been reduced to trivial gossip, overshadowed by the earth-shaking restructuring of Lu Corporation and the meteoric rise of Abyss Dragon Technologies.
Lu Ruoxi's life returned to calm, her future now set among the stars of numbers and logic at Jingzhou University.
Meanwhile, far overseas, Lu Qianqian made an international call to Lu Ruoxi.
The wind and sand roughened her voice, but her tone carried unprecedented sincerity.
"I'm sorry... and thank you."
Lu Ruoxi understood.
"Take care of yourself too," she replied. "What you're doing is remarkable."
Two girls whose lives had been swapped by fate found reconciliation across thousands of miles.
Everything seemed settled at last.
But Lu Chenyuan knew this was merely the end of an era—the beginning of a new war.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of Abyss Dragon Technologies, he gazed down at the city below, his eyes dark and fathomless.
"Zhang Qi."
"Mr. Lu."
"Initiate a full investigation into all assets and connections of the Li family," Lu Chenyuan's voice was ice-cold.
"I want Li Xiujian—that rat who's hidden for over twenty years—nowhere left to hide."
"The chessboard needs clearing."
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?!
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
