Country Y, Central Hospital in Os City, VIP ward.
When Lu Chenyuan woke up, the first thing he saw was a pure white ceiling.
The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air.
He shifted slightly, and a dull, bearable pain radiated from his left leg.
Turning his head, he saw Mo Qingli sitting quietly on a chair beside the bed.
She wasn’t scrolling through her phone or reviewing documents—just gazing out the window.
Morning light streamed through the glass, outlining her flawless profile.
The sharp edges of a queen had softened, replaced by a rare tranquility.
As if sensing his gaze, Mo Qingli turned to meet his eyes.
The sudden eye contact didn’t seem to unsettle her at all.
"Awake?" Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of hoarseness.
"Yeah," Lu Chenyuan responded.
"How do you feel?"
"Fine."
A brief exchange, followed by silence.
Yet something in the air had shifted.
The catastrophe on the frozen plains had been like a boulder hurled into the calm lake between them, sending towering waves crashing.
Now that the storm had passed, the depths beneath the surface were forever changed.
"The doctor said your other injuries aren’t serious—just need time to heal. Your leg has a dislocation and a minor fracture, but the bone marrow wasn’t affected," Mo Qingli broke the silence, matter-of-factly.
"The cast will stay on for a month, and you’ll recover with rest."
"Mm."
"I’ve had Lin Yuan suppress the news. No one back home will know."
"Good."
Mo Qingli stood, poured him a glass of warm water, inserted a straw, and held it to his lips.
Lu Chenyuan didn’t refuse.
He watched her—her focused, earnest expression, the exhaustion and lingering fear in her eyes that hadn’t fully faded.
In the original story, she was the woman who had turned ruthless because of him, the one who single-handedly pushed the Lu family into ruin.
But here she was—the woman who had thrown herself off a cliff for him.
The two versions of her overlapped in his mind, then separated completely.
He knew, from the moment she leaped after him, the last thread binding him to the original plot had dissolved.
The walls in his heart were silently crumbling.
"Lin Yuan is here," Mo Qingli straightened and glanced toward the door.
Lin Yuan entered, his expression grave.
"President Lu." He first acknowledged Lu Chenyuan, then nodded slightly at Mo Qingli.
"Any leads?" Lu Chenyuan asked.
"We’ve traced it," Lin Yuan handed over a tablet.
"The snowmobile belonged to the son of one of the ski resort’s shareholders—a typical spoiled rich kid."
"That’s why they were still there after the resort was cleared."
"Before the incident, he and his friends were racing in the restricted zone, showing off after drinking. The crash was an accident."
"He’s already in police custody and will face charges for negligent injury."
"An accident?" Lu Chenyuan’s gaze darkened with meaning.
"All evidence points to it being accidental," Lin Yuan added. "Our team also checked all his recent communications and financial transactions. No ties to Li Xiujian."
"Understood." Lu Chenyuan didn’t press further.
Sometimes, a flawless "accident" was the most glaring red flag.
Li Xiujian’s methods were even more ruthless and covert than he’d anticipated.
But this debt wouldn’t be forgotten.
"Everything in Country Y is settled," Mo Qingli interjected. "The contract with Kovac Corporation is signed. The new supply chain will be fully operational within three days. The Mo Group’s crisis is over."
"It’s time for us to go back," she said.
"Right."
Three days later, Os City International Airport.
Lu Chenyuan sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Lin Yuan toward the private jet’s tarmac.
Mo Qingli walked beside him.
Her team trailed at a distance.
Not a word was spoken.
In their final three days in Country Y, Mo Qingli had barely left his side at the hospital.
She did little, spoke even less.
Sometimes, she just sat quietly reviewing documents. Other times, she’d peel an apple, slice it, and leave the pieces by his bedside.
An unspoken understanding had formed between them.
It was strange—not quite lovers, yet far beyond friends.
Like two travelers who had stood together at the summit of a snow-capped mountain, witnessing life and death, their souls now indelibly marked by each other.
On the plane, silence persisted.
The spacious cabin held only the two of them.
Lin Yuan and Mo Qingli’s assistant tactfully stayed in the front.
Lu Chenyuan watched the runway blur past the window, his thoughts in turmoil.
He didn’t know how to face this relationship once they returned.
Move forward?
He wasn’t entirely ready.
Step back?
He couldn’t bear it—wouldn’t accept it.
"What’s on your mind?" Mo Qingli’s voice cut through his thoughts.
"Nothing," Lu Chenyuan withdrew his gaze.
"Thinking about how to face me after we return?" Mo Qingli pierced straight through him.
Lu Chenyuan stiffened, then smiled wryly.
With this woman, he could never hide anything.
"Am I that hard to face?" Mo Qingli leaned slightly closer.
The familiar, crisp scent of her perfume wrapped around him.
"No," Lu Chenyuan shook his head. "It’s my own issue."
"Is it?" Mo Qingli held his gaze. "Lu Chenyuan, when you pushed me away at the foot of the mountain—what were you thinking?"
Lu Chenyuan said nothing.
What could he say?
That it had been pure instinct?
"I only had one thought back then," Mo Qingli didn’t wait for his answer.
"I couldn’t let you die."
Her voice was quiet, yet it struck his heart with the force of a landslide.
"So, I jumped."
"Now, we’re both alive."
She looked at him, her eyes blazing with honesty.
"So, don’t overcomplicate it. Don’t carry any burden."
"Just… follow your heart."
With that, she leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes, ending the conversation.
But Lu Chenyuan’s heart could no longer find peace.
Ten hours later, the plane touched down at Jingzhou International Airport.
The cabin door opened.
Mo Qingli transformed back into the formidable CEO of the Mo Group.
She stood first, straightened her collar, and wore a perfectly measured smile—polite, distant, elegant.
Lu Chenyuan was wheeled out by Lin Yuan.
Mo Qingli’s executive team waited at the foot of the stairs.
"President Lu," Mo Qingli stood before him, giving a slight nod.
Her tone was so formal, they might as well have been mere business acquaintances.
An inexplicable weight settled in Lu Chenyuan’s chest.
"President Mo," he replied just as stiffly.
"Our collaboration in Country Y was productive," Mo Qingli said. "I wish you a speedy recovery."
She paused, as if remembering something.
"Oh, and one more thing."
"Goodbye."
With those two words, she turned and walked away, surrounded by her team, disappearing down the VIP passage without a backward glance.
All that remained was her decisive silhouette.
Lu Chenyuan sat in his wheelchair, staring blankly in the direction where she had disappeared.
Just like that… it was over?
Was the woman who had bared her heart on the plane and this cold, distant woman before him really the same person?
He couldn’t understand.
Lin Yuan pushed the wheelchair cautiously and asked, "Mr. Lu, shall we… go home?"
"Mm." Lu Chenyuan withdrew his gaze, but his heart felt hollow, as if something had lodged itself there.
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!"
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villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
