When Lu Chenyuan uttered the name Qin Ya, Lu Qianqian stood up in shock.
"Qin Ya?! Big brother, are you serious?"
"The Qin and Mo families are sworn enemies. Yuanlong Tech is currently allied with Mo Enterprises—how could Qin Ya possibly invest in us?"
"We’d be lucky if she doesn’t despise us."
This made no commercial sense whatsoever.
"Sometimes, the greatest enemies can become the best partners," Lu Chenyuan said, his tone layered with meaning.
"Go meet her without any preconceptions. Present your 'Horizon' plan to her exactly as it is."
"She’ll give you a surprise."
Lu Qianqian was skeptical after hearing his words.
But out of absolute trust in her brother, she decided to give it a try.
Through Ren Qian’s connections, she quickly obtained Qin Ya’s contact details.
To Lu Qianqian’s surprise, when she introduced herself and stated her purpose, Qin Ya’s secretary simply said, "Please hold," and minutes later, gave her a confirmed meeting time.
The next afternoon, at a private club near the Qin Group headquarters.
Lu Qianqian arrived ten minutes early.
Qin Ya was a full half-hour late.
When Qin Ya walked in, it was like a gust of wind.
She was dressed in her signature flamboyant red, her face hidden behind oversized sunglasses.
"Apologies, something came up," she said casually, removing her shades to reveal a strikingly beautiful face with an aggressive edge.
She studied Lu Qianqian with undisguised scrutiny.
"Little princess of the Lu family, tell me—what brings you here today?"
Lu Qianqian didn’t buckle under her imposing aura.
She slid a prepared proposal across the table.
"President Qin, I’m not here today as a member of the Lu family, but as the founder of the 'Horizon' Foundation."
"I’d like to invite you to join our cause."
Qin Ya didn’t glance at the proposal.
She signaled a waiter and ordered the most expensive coffee on the menu.
Then she leaned back on the sofa, eyeing Lu Qianqian lazily.
"Go on."
Lu Qianqian took a deep breath and began.
She spoke of what she’d witnessed abroad, the flaws of traditional philanthropy, and Horizon’s precise, efficient, and self-sustaining model.
Her words were measured but carried weight, drawn from personal experience.
Qin Ya listened quietly, her expression unreadable, occasionally sipping her coffee.
Only when Lu Qianqian finished did she speak, her tone unhurried.
"Not a bad idea. So, you need funding?"
"Yes. I need like-minded partners."
"How much did Mo Qingli invest?" Qin Ya asked abruptly.
The question caught Lu Qianqian off guard.
She hadn’t expected Qin Ya’s focus to land here.
"...Sister Qingli invested 100 million in her personal capacity."
"Oh?" Qin Ya’s lips curled into an amused smile.
"How generous of her."
She set down her coffee cup and leaned forward.
"Fine, I’m in."
"She put in 100 million? I’ll double it—200 million."
"What?!" Lu Qianqian wondered if she’d misheard.
"I said, I’ll invest 200 million," Qin Ya repeated, as casually as if she were saying, "I’ll buy a handbag."
"But I have one condition."
"What condition?"
"In all future promotional materials for Horizon, my name must appear before Mo Qingli’s."
Lu Qianqian was stunned.
She stared at the woman before her, finding the demand absurd.
Spending 200 million just to outrank her rival in name placement?
"President Qin, isn’t this... a bit frivolous?" she couldn’t help saying. "This is a serious endeavor."
"Frivolous?"
Qin Ya suddenly laughed.
The laziness and amusement vanished from her smile, replaced by a sharp, knowing intensity.
She shed the spoiled heiress act, her entire demeanor shifting into one of steely authority.
"Lu Qianqian, did you really think I’m some fool who throws money around just to spite Mo Qingli?"
Lu Qianqian couldn’t respond.
"Sure, I despise Mo Qingli. I can’t stand her—that’s a fact. And yes, I’d love to overshadow her in reputation if I can."
"But do you take me for an idiot? Would I really burn 200 million just for momentary satisfaction?"
Qin Ya picked up her coffee, her gaze turning profound.
"I was half an hour late because I was in a pricing strategy meeting—one that’ll determine the Qin Group’s fate for the next decade."
"I agreed to meet you because your brother is Lu Chenyuan. I was curious about what kind of person his sister would be."
"And I’m investing in you—not because of Mo Qingli."
"It’s because your project is genuinely impressive."
She locked eyes with Lu Qianqian, enunciating every word.
"You think reputation is just a few flattering headlines?"
"Wrong. Real reputation is influence. It’s leverage. It’s the key that unlocks doors money alone can’t."
"Your foundation works on international projects, bridging cutting-edge tech with grassroots needs. Done right, this does more for a family’s soft power than any ad campaign ever could."
"Two hundred million for a platform that generates lasting positive impact—and a chance to irk my rival? Lu Qianqian, tell me—isn’t that a bargain?"
Lu Qianqian gaped at her.
It felt like she was seeing Qin Ya for the first time.
The reckless, troublemaking heiress from the rumors was just a facade.
Beneath it was a shrewd, decisive leader with a razor-sharp understanding of power and human nature.
"I understand," Lu Qianqian said, standing to bow deeply.
"Thank you, President Qin. On behalf of Horizon, I welcome you aboard."
Qin Ya waved a dismissive hand, slipping her sunglasses back on and reverting to her languid persona.
"Enough with the formalities. Bring the contract—I’ll sign."
"From now on, deal with my assistant. I’m too busy for childish games."
With that, she rose and strode out, her heels clicking like a retreating storm.
Lu Qianqian remained seated, taking a long moment to collect herself.
She picked up her phone and dialed Lu Chenyuan.
"Big brother, I met Qin Ya."
Her voice still carried traces of awe.
"She’s... nothing like what you said, or what everyone says."
On the other end, Lu Chenyuan’s voice was calm and warm.
"Now you see?"
"Yes."
"Good," he chuckled.
"Welcome to the real game, Qianqian."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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...
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!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
