"Now, I have you."
Mo Qingli's response wasn't a sweet romantic line—it was more like a calm, matter-of-fact statement.
It was the truth.
A truth that brought her an unprecedented sense of peace.
Lu Chenyuan reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.
He knew that from the moment "Tianshu OS" was launched, they had stepped into the center of the world's chessboard.
Their opponents were no longer figures like Li Jinchuan.
Instead, they were true international giants, deeply entrenched interest groups, and even the faintly discernible influence of state power.
Outside the window, the night was as deep as the ocean.
The real war—their war—had only just begun.
But at this moment, holding her, his heart was utterly at ease.
"Are you hungry?" he suddenly asked.
"Hmm?" Mo Qingli blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt shift in topic.
"I'll cook." Lu Chenyuan let go of her, rolling up his shirt sleeves with practiced ease.
Mo Qingli watched as he walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and deftly pulled out ingredients.
The man who commanded attention at press conferences and strategized in boardrooms now stood before her, wearing a simple apron, preparing dinner.
The stark contrast softened her heart.
She followed him in.
The kitchen was spacious, outfitted with every modern appliance, yet it carried the sterile, impersonal air of a bachelor's home.
"I'll help," she said.
"You know how?" Lu Chenyuan arched a brow, a hint of teasing in his tone.
Mo Qingli thought back to her limited culinary experience.
Her first attempt at cooking had been during her studies abroad—a hastily baked frozen cheese tart to survive finals week.
Then there was the last time, when she'd nearly set his kitchen on fire.
Honestly, she shook her head.
"But I can learn."
She picked up a tomato, mimicking his movements as she rinsed it under the tap.
Water splashed, dampening the expensive silk of her blouse.
Lu Chenyuan took the tomato from her and handed her a dry towel.
"Just stand here and keep me company."
His voice was close, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
Mo Qingli's cheeks flushed slightly.
Leaning against the counter, she watched him chop vegetables with focused precision, his knife work smooth and efficient.
"You seem good at everything," she murmured.
"In the village, if you didn’t cook for yourself, you went hungry," Lu Chenyuan replied casually.
He was speaking of a past life.
But to Mo Qingli, it painted a picture of a Lu Chenyuan she had never known.
She imagined a young boy, alone in some distant place, facing life head-on.
His steadiness, his strategic mind, his maturity beyond his years—all carved out by life’s relentless chisel.
A pang of indescribable ache tugged at her heart.
Dinner was ready quickly.
Three dishes and a soup—simple, homely, yet perfectly balanced in color, aroma, and flavor.
They sat at the dining table, talking neither of work nor of enemies.
Just eating in comfortable silence.
The warmth between them felt less like two titans of industry and more like an ordinary couple.
After the meal, Lu Chenyuan went to wash the dishes.
Mo Qingli didn’t offer to help. She knew this was his way of unwinding.
Her gaze wandered around the expansive apartment.
The decor was top-tier, the furniture luxurious, yet everything carried the impersonal detachment of a showroom.
Too cold.
This man’s heart had been too cold for too long.
She walked into the living room, scanning the shelves lined with books on technology, history, and economics.
Then, in a corner of the bookcase, she spotted a few small, handcrafted tin-thread ornaments.
The prototypes of the pendant he had made for her when he was injured.
The best one had been given to her.
These imperfect attempts had stayed here, ungiven.
Mo Qingli reached out, her fingers tracing the initially clumsy patterns on the ornaments.
Suddenly, she made a decision.
When Lu Chenyuan returned from the kitchen, he found Mo Qingli standing in the center of the living room, watching him.
"Lu Chenyuan," she said.
"Hmm?"
"This place is too big for one person. It’s wasteful," she remarked.
Lu Chenyuan tilted his head, puzzled. "It’s fine."
"My apartment downstairs is also too big. Also wasteful for one person," she continued.
"And every day after work, I take the garage elevator up to my place. You go to yours. Then I take the elevator again to come up here for dinner. After eating, I take the elevator back down to sleep."
She stepped toward him, a playful glint in her eyes.
"From a business perspective, this workflow involves significant resource waste and efficiency loss."
Lu Chenyuan looked at her, finally understanding.
His heart skipped a beat.
This man, decisive and ruthless in the boardroom, was as slow as a block of wood when it came to matters of the heart.
Mo Qingli stopped in front of him.
She tilted her head up slightly, meeting his gaze.
"Mo Qingli, CEO of Mo Group, hereby submits a formal proposal to Lu Chenyuan, CEO of Yuanlong Technologies, regarding resource consolidation, process optimization, and the improvement of life happiness indices."
Her voice carried both amusement and absolute sincerity.
"Do you approve?"
Lu Chenyuan stared into her bright eyes—eyes that held stars, oceans, and a sight he had never known before: a place called "home."
He didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, tightly.
His chin rested against the top of her head, his voice low and rough.
"Approved."
That night, Mo Qingli did not return to her apartment downstairs.
The next morning.
Sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the bedroom.
When Mo Qingli woke, the space beside her was empty.
The faint aroma of coffee and breakfast drifted through the air.
She stepped out of the bedroom to find Lu Chenyuan in the open kitchen, preparing breakfast.
The morning light outlined his tall frame, making everything feel surreal yet deeply comforting.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
"Morning."
"Morning." Lu Chenyuan turned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Breakfast is almost ready."
On the dining table sat two identical plates.
Beside them, two brand-new toothbrushes—one pink, one blue—nestled close together.
Mo Qingli smiled.
She picked up her phone and sent a message to her assistant.
"Please bring my books, paintings, and my favorite clothes from the apartment downstairs up here."
After sending it, she looked out the window.
The rising sun bathed all of Jingzhou in a warm golden glow.
A new day had begun.
A new battle had begun.
But she knew that from today onward, this place—this home—would be their strongest fortress.
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...
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!"
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.
