Luo Shiya finished her breakfast and arrived at the company, where Sister Hui immediately came over to report to her in a hushed voice: "The Ye family has made contact with Mo Qingqing."
"Oh? No wonder..."
Luo Shiya couldn't help but sneer. Even before Mo Xuan told her, Luo Shiya was well aware of Mo Qingqing's ambitions. But for her to be so brazen and negotiate terms with Mo Xuan, it was clear she wasn't acting alone.
"It's no surprise that the Ye family's old matriarch took a liking to her. She always did prefer women with ambition," Luo Shiya said softly, gently stroking the necklace Mo Xuan had bought for her. "It doesn't matter. We don't need to concern ourselves with just the Ye family."
Mo Xuan didn't truly understand the real Luo Shiya. To him, the power of this princess of a financial empire was merely an abstract concept. Moreover, in Mo Xuan's eyes, Luo Shiya was gentle. Although she usually appeared aloof, Mo Xuan never thought she was a ruthless person.
In reality, however, Luo Shiya had dismantled dozens, if not hundreds, of corporations and enterprises. Many of them were entrenched wealthy families or well-funded foreign companies.
When it came to matters not involving Mo Xuan, Luo Shiya's cruelty even made Luo Tian shudder. The Luo family was not only a top financial conglomerate but also had significant influence and connections in the underworld and political circles. Countless rival factions had been obliterated with just a flick of Luo Shiya's hand.
If the eldest princess of the Luo family wanted something, she could truly do as she pleased. This was also why so many wealthy heirs, even after learning that Luo Shiya was pregnant out of wedlock and had a daughter, were desperate to marry her.
That's why neither Luo Tian nor Sister Hui could understand why Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had invested so much effort in slowly investigating and infiltrating the Mo and Qin families.
If she had simply given the word, the Mo and Qin families would no longer exist in Capital by tomorrow.
Luo Shiya seemed to sense Sister Hui's confusion and chuckled lightly. "Xuan has been holding back, because Grandma doesn't want to see him fight to the death with his parents and relatives. So, before he makes up his mind to act, why would I intervene?"
"Whatever my man wants to do, I'll help him achieve it. If he wants to handle the Mo family himself, then of course I'll let him..."
"All I need to do is clear the path for him..."
Sister Hui watched Luo Shiya's sickly smile, which felt even more terrifying than her usual demeanor. Normally, Luo Shiya was merely cold and ruthless, and as the vice president with power no less than Luo Tian's, Sister Hui didn't think that was excessive.
A ruler of a financial empire should be like Luo Shiya—she didn't have to be a good person, but she absolutely couldn't be weak.
But when it came to Mo Xuan, Luo Shiya completely lost her rationality, acting solely on her obsessive love for him, prioritizing everything for Mo Xuan.
"Yes, I understand, Young Mistress."
Sister Hui wouldn't say anything more; she only needed to carry out Luo Shiya's orders...
After separating from Luo Muqi at school, Mo Xuan went to the library, where he spent the entire morning working on his academic paper. By noon, he was ready to head to the cafeteria for lunch.
That's when Luo Muqi called: "Brother, do you want to have lunch together?"
"I was just about to go," Mo Xuan replied, having just left the library. "Are you done?"
"Yes, let's meet at the cafeteria!"
After hanging up, Mo Xuan quickly made his way to the cafeteria, where many young female students couldn't help but steal glances at him.
"That senior is so handsome!"
"He's tall, and his figure looks great too!"
"Stop it, that's Mo Xuan, the man known as the 'unbreakable fortress.' No girl has ever successfully confessed to him!"
With Mo Xuan's looks, he could have easily been a playboy, but after dating Su Yanran in his first year and then focusing on his child and studies, he had politely declined all the confessions from female students. Besides, he wasn't the type to be promiscuous.
It was unclear who had given him that nickname, but Mo Xuan didn't bother arguing about it, even feeling that it was somewhat convenient. For him, being able to make up for his past mistakes and spend more time with his child was far more important.
Now, with the two "she-devils" clinging to him, he had no such thoughts anymore.
"Mo... Mo Senior!"
A petite, adorable junior approached Mo Xuan, her face turning red.
"Hello, is there something I can help you with?"
Mo Xuan's voice was deep and magnetic. Hearing his gentle tone, the junior's face turned even redder. Trembling, she took out her phone and shyly said, "Senior, can... can I add you on WeChat?"
Mo Xuan was momentarily stunned and a bit embarrassed as he replied, "I'm sorry, that might not be very convenient..."
Before he could finish, a warm embrace wrapped around him from behind. Luo Muqi hugged Mo Xuan's waist with a smile, gently saying, "Brother, I've only been away from you for a moment, and already a junior is asking for your WeChat?"
"I'm sorry, junior, you see..."
Mo Xuan chuckled helplessly, but the junior felt defeated, especially when she saw Luo Muqi, who made her feel utterly inferior. Just as she was about to say something, she met Luo Muqi's wild eyes, her face wearing a chilling smile, with a faint red glow in her eyes.
"He's my man, scram..."
Luo Muqi mouthed the words to the junior, who was so frightened that she turned and ran without a word.
"Is she okay?" Mo Xuan was puzzled by the sudden change. "Why did she suddenly run off?"
"Maybe she had something urgent, Brother. Don't worry about her," Luo Muqi said with a pout, pretending to be annoyed. "Brother, you're really naughty, sneaking around with junior girls behind me and Sister's back!"
"No, I didn't agree to anything..."
Seeing Mo Xuan flustered as he explained, Luo Muqi covered her mouth and giggled, then looped her arm through his and whispered, "Brother, be good, okay? Don't talk to any girls other than me and Sister."
Those around them, seeing Luo Muqi and Mo Xuan together, all had the same thought.
"I knew it! He's dating the school flower!"
"Honestly, only someone as good-looking as Mo Xuan could match the school flower, right?"
"Well, that's it. Countless boys and girls are going to be heartbroken now..."
Mo Xuan was feeling overwhelmed. He wasn't one for public displays, but Luo Muqi didn't care at all, even wanting everyone to know!
"Brother, if you really know you're wrong, then you should kiss me," Luo Muqi said, looking up with what seemed like a little devil's tail wagging behind her. "Otherwise, I'll tell Sister that you were flirting with a junior behind our backs, okay?"
"Stop it, Muqi..."
With so many people around, Mo Xuan was too embarrassed. But Luo Muqi wasn't going to let him off the hook. In the end, Mo Xuan had no choice but to lean down and give her a light kiss.
In a corner, a male student slammed his hand on the table, his eyes burning with anger and a hint of humiliation as he glared at the two of them...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
