Weekend at the Mo family residence.
Unlike the solemn grandeur of the Lu family estate, the Mo residence resembled more of a traditional Chinese garden.
With small bridges over flowing water, pavilions, and towers, every corner exuded refinement and elegance.
Lu Chenyuan, carrying carefully prepared gifts, walked beside Mo Qingli along the bluestone path.
He had changed into a dark gray Chinese-style casual suit with knotted buttons, softening his demeanor considerably.
Yet inwardly, he was far from as composed as he appeared.
In the Mo family’s living room, a refined middle-aged man was brewing tea.
Dressed in a casual suit of the same hue as Lu Chenyuan’s, his movements flowed effortlessly, carrying the ease of a man tempered by time.
This was the chairman of the Mo Group, Mo Qingli’s father—Mo Zhenbang.
Though nowadays, nearly all affairs of the Mo Group were under Mo Qingli’s control.
Mo Zhenbang seemed more like a hands-off patriarch.
Beside him, a gentle-mannered woman smiled warmly toward the entrance.
She was Mo Qingli’s mother, Lin Shuhan.
"Dad, Mom, we’re back," Mo Qingli said, her usually cool and regal voice now carrying a hint of girlish sweetness.
"Welcome back," Lin Shuhan greeted them, her gaze immediately settling on Lu Chenyuan.
She looked him up and down, her eyes brimming with the satisfaction of a mother-in-law appraising her future son-in-law.
"Chenyuan, come in and sit. It’s been so long since we last saw you at the old master’s birthday banquet—you really should visit more often."
"Uncle, Auntie, it’s good to see you," Lu Chenyuan greeted politely, presenting the gifts.
"You didn’t have to bring anything, but thank you," Lin Shuhan said warmly as she accepted them, ushering him to sit.
Mo Zhenbang glanced up at Lu Chenyuan, giving a slight nod in acknowledgment before returning his focus to the tea set.
But Lu Chenyuan could feel a sharp gaze lingering on him—scrutinizing, probing, with a trace of something else… wariness.
He knew this wouldn’t be an easy hurdle.
Though Mo Zhenbang was of a younger generation than Lu Chengsi, he had been a contemporary of the Lu family patriarch.
Despite his mild appearance, the fact that he had elevated the Mo family to its current stature spoke of a mind and skill far beyond the ordinary.
The Mo family’s approach to nurturing successors was indeed unique.
Not only had Mo Zhenbang competed on equal footing with Lu Chengsi, but while Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli had taken over their respective family businesses around the same time, Lu Chenyuan faced constant constraints within the Lu Corporation, whereas Mo Qingli had long since consolidated absolute authority in the Mo Group.
The difference was stark.
"Tea," Mo Zhenbang said, sliding a freshly brewed cup toward Lu Chenyuan.
The aroma was rich and inviting.
"Thank you, Uncle," Lu Chenyuan said, taking a sip.
"Yuanlong Tech’s recent moves have been… bold," Mo Zhenbang finally spoke.
He didn’t ask about personal matters—his opening salvo was strictly business.
"Open-sourcing the 'Nuwa' model is like giving away a gold mine. Many say you’re too idealistic, that you don’t understand commerce."
"The business world is a battlefield. A poor general exhausts his army. If you hand out the blueprints to your most advanced weapons, how do you expect to fight future wars?"
His question was deceptively soft, yet it struck at the heart of the matter.
Lin Shuhan shot her husband a concerned glance, but Mo Qingli remained composed, silently watching, trusting Lu Chenyuan to respond.
Lu Chenyuan set down his cup, his expression unruffled.
"Uncle, the wars of the future won’t be won by a single advanced weapon."
"They’ll be won by standards. By ecosystems."
"What I’ve given away isn’t a weapon’s blueprint—it’s the philosophy behind its creation. When everyone builds weapons using my philosophy, they’ll never escape the standards I’ve set. I’ll decide what steel they use, what caliber, even when they’re allowed to fire."
"What I’ve surrendered is a single city. What I want is the entire world."
His voice was quiet, yet every word carried weight.
The room fell silent.
Mo Zhenbang studied Lu Chenyuan, surprise flickering in his eyes for the first time.
He had expected Lu Chenyuan to justify himself with market potential or commercial value.
Instead, the young man’s vision was even broader than he’d imagined.
He wasn’t aiming to be a tycoon—he wanted to be the architect of the rules themselves.
After a pause, Mo Zhenbang pressed further.
"Aren’t you afraid of nurturing a rival? A country like A Nation’s Strahl isn’t to be underestimated. Pave the road for them, and they might outpace you."
"No," Lu Chenyuan answered without hesitation.
"Setting everything else aside, the most crucial point is this," he met Mo Zhenbang’s gaze squarely,
"Future competition won’t be between one company and another. It’ll be between one ecosystem and another. Yuanlong and the Mo Group—together, we represent Xia Nation’s most advanced ecosystem in new energy and artificial intelligence. That ecosystem can withstand any external challenge."
He had deftly drawn the Mo family into his vision.
This wasn’t flattery—it was fact.
Mo Zhenbang’s gaze finally softened.
He lifted his own teacup and took a sip.
"Qingli’s judgment comes from me. Good."
The seemingly offhand praise sent a ripple of relief through the room.
It was recognition—the highest form of approval from the Mo family’s patriarch.
Lin Shuhan beamed, quickly interjecting,
"Enough about business! Let’s eat. Qingli, I made your favorite—sweet and sour ribs."
Dinner was warm and harmonious.
Mo Zhenbang asked no more about commerce, instead chatting about everyday things—Lu Chenyuan’s hobbies, whether work was taxing.
Like any ordinary father getting to know his daughter’s partner.
Lu Chenyuan answered each question, though the warmth felt unfamiliar.
In his past life, he had been an orphan.
In this one, Lu Chengsi’s regard had been one of expectation and duty, while Lu Mingye saw him only as a tool.
Aside from Lou Mengling, this was the first time Lu Chenyuan had experienced such pure, familial care.
By the meal’s end, a quiet warmth had settled in his chest.
As they prepared to leave, Mo Zhenbang escorted them to the door.
"Qingli has always been strong-willed. Once she sets her mind to something, no one can change it," he said, his words weighted with meaning as he looked at Lu Chenyuan.
"I’ll leave her in your hands."
"You have my word, Uncle," Lu Chenyuan vowed solemnly.
In the car ride back, Lu Chenyuan felt an unfamiliar lightness.
It was as if a missing piece of his life had finally slotted into place.
"So? Did my father give you a hard time when I wasn’t looking?" Mo Qingli teased.
"No," Lu Chenyuan shook his head. "Your father… is a good man."
Gazing out at the city lights, he realized Jingzhou’s nights didn’t feel quite so cold anymore.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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!"
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...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
