Lu Qianqian locked herself in her room and didn’t emerge for an entire day.
Lou Mengling’s heart ached for her. Time and again, she carried meals to knock on the door, only to be met with silence or the occasional muffled sob laced with suppressed anger.
At her wit’s end, Lou Mengling sought out Lu Chenyuan in the study.
“Chenyuan, look at this mess. Qianqian has never endured such humiliation before. If she keeps refusing food and water, how will her body hold up? Maybe… you could relent for now? The community cafeteria matter can wait until after her birthday?” Her tone was thick with worry and compromise.
Lu Chenyuan set down the documents in his hands and looked up at his mother, his gaze gentle yet resolute.
“Mom, if we yield now, all our efforts so far will be wasted. She’s throwing a tantrum because she knows you’ll soften—because she’s learned tears are her most effective weapon. We can’t let her rely on that anymore.”
He pulled a freshly printed proposal from the drawer and handed it to Lou Mengling. “Take a look at this.”
Puzzled, she accepted it. The A4 sheet bore a clear heading in Song typeface:
Lu Qianqian’s Senior Year "Youth Leader" Independence Plan (Phase One).
The schedule meticulously divided every hour of Lu Qianqian’s day.
“This…” Lou Mengling stared at the half-hour-by-half-hour breakdown, momentarily speechless.
This was nothing like the outright punishment she’d imagined. Instead, it resembled a carefully crafted blueprint for growth.
“Qianqian is still a senior—her studies can’t be neglected,” Lu Chenyuan explained.
“I consulted her homeroom teacher and assessed her academic workload. Three hours of community service in the afternoon achieves our goal of life experience without overtaxing her. As for the weekend reflection reports, they’re to teach her critical thinking, not to treat this as mere manual labor.”
Watching his mother’s expression gradually soften, he continued,
“Mom, this isn’t about punishment. It’s about molding her. A daughter of the Lu family can’t just be a greenhouse-raised doll wrapped in luxury brands.
She needs independence, empathy, and a fundamental understanding of society. This plan is the first step. I’ll arrange dedicated transport for safety, but the rules stand—thirty days, not one less.”
Lou Mengling fell silent.
Her son’s calm, penetrating eyes held a steely resolve she’d never seen before.
She knew then: Lu Chenyuan wasn’t joking. He was genuinely steering this family—and Qianqian’s future.
After a long pause, she sighed and set the proposal gently on the desk. “I understand. I’ll talk to her. We’ll do it your way.”
Lu Chenyuan nodded, watching her leave the study.
He knew he’d already won half the battle against Lu Qianqian.
Time would sand down the rest of her spoiled edges.
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With family matters settled, the night had deepened.
Alone behind his expansive desk, Lu Chenyuan opened his laptop.
He bypassed corporate emails, browsing the internet like any ordinary netizen.
As a transmigrator, his greatest advantage wasn’t just inheriting the original host’s memories and identity—it was the knowledge from another world.
He needed to gauge this world’s technological landscape swiftly, pinpointing the perfect entry point for his ambitions.
Search. Browse. Compare.
An hour later, he leaned back in his chair, eyes alight with exhilaration and calculation.
He’d noticed something fascinating.
Macro-level technologies—aerospace, military, telecommunications—mirrored his previous world’s progress.
Yet in civilian applications and business models, there was a subtle lag.
Smartphones were ubiquitous, but mobile payment coverage lacked the seamless penetration he remembered.
Short-video platforms thrived, yet their recommendation algorithms relied on basic tag-matching, far from the “smarter-than-you” AI curation he knew.
New energy vehicles existed, but battery density, charging efficiency, and cost hurdles remained unsolved—problems his former world had cracked years prior.
AI, biopharma, advanced materials… Every cutting-edge field followed familiar trajectories but lagged by half a beat.
To most, that gap meant nothing. To a transmigrator with foresight? An inexhaustible goldmine.
His fingers drummed the desk, the policy and industry acumen honed as a poverty-alleviation official now fully awakened.
He couldn’t remain shackled to the Lu conglomerate’s tangled family politics.
In the original storyline, infighting and obsolete industries doomed the Lu empire.
He needed a new empire—wholly his, entirely under his control.
And these “half-step” gaps? Perfect leverage to pry open the future.
A grand vision began crystallizing.
He required capital—massive, liquid, untraceable to the Lu Group’s ledgers.
His gaze landed on the Lu Group’s stock chart.
A flawless curve took shape in his mind.
Then, his private phone vibrated softly.
An encrypted message from Lin Yuan:
“President Lu, Fourth Young Master Lu Chenjin is at the ‘Red Bay’ underground racetrack tonight. He’s involved in high-stakes gambling—already lost 2 million cash. Intel suggests he’s mortgaging his limited-edition Lykan HyperSport for a final bet.”
Lu Chenyuan’s pupils constricted. The excitement in his eyes froze into glacial sharpness.
Lu Chenjin—his youngest brother, the Lu family’s black sheep.
A reclusive prodigy who obeyed no one but his cars… and Lu Qianqian.
In the original plot, Li Jinchuan had weaponized him.
Those peerless driving skills, meant for glory on international circuits, became tools for gang wars and illicit deals—ending in tragedy.
“Send the address.” Six characters in reply. He grabbed his suit jacket from the chair.
Trouble on the board always came piece by piece.
While strategizing the future, he’d also have to forcibly realign every piece veering off course—starting now.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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...
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!"
