Cheng Wenxin seemed to still be in shock, his mouth slightly agape from the sheer surprise, until the red wine flowed from his head into his mouth, prompting him to roar in anger and attempt to stand up.
But then, Luo Muqi slammed a wine bottle hard against his head.
"Ah!"
Cheng Wenxin let out a pained scream. Luo Muqi then kicked out with her high heels, the several-centimeter stiletto striking Cheng Wenxin's chest and sending him sprawling to the ground.
"I poured the wine, so you forgive your brother now, right?" Luo Muqi's face was wreathed in a smile, but in this context, it came across as unsettlingly eerie. "Young Master Cheng, you... forgive... your brother... now... right?"
"Manqing, Manqing!"
Cheng Wenxin, his head bleeding profusely as the red wine mixed with his blood, struggled to his feet while shouting for help at the door.
The door to the private room opened, and a female bodyguard yanked Li Manqing by the hair into the room. Once a stunning beauty in her qipao, she now had disheveled hair and a swollen cheek, clearly having just been slapped.
"Stop yelling. The few people you brought are all lying in the trash cans out back," Luo Muqi said, tossing the shards of the broken wine bottle onto the floor and disdainfully shaking her hands. "Cousin, do you want to step out for a bit?"
"…Go ahead, just don't ruin the food," Luo Tian replied, continuing to eat his meal. He had known something was up when this troublesome girl showed up today, which was why he had only invited Cheng Wenxin.
Even Luo Tian couldn't help but indulge in a bit of schadenfreude, wondering if the sisters' precious Mo Xuan even knew how capable they were.
"Luo Muqi, are you really trying to completely cut ties with the Cheng family?!" Cheng Wenxin staggered to his feet, his eyes filled with venom as he glared at Luo Muqi. "All for that reject who was kicked out of his own family, you…"
His voice suddenly cut off, his body trembling uncontrollably as his pupils dilated. A lewd sound emanated from Luo Muqi's phone, the screen displaying a vulgar video.
"You know, if I release this, how much do you think your family's stock will drop?" Luo Muqi exited the video playback, calmly observing Cheng Wenxin's ashen face. "Young Master Cheng, known for his devotion to Buddhism on the surface, but behind closed doors… tsk tsk tsk. Should I say more, or show you more?"
"Wenxin, what's the point of this?"
Luo Tian wiped his mouth with a napkin, poured himself a glass of wine, and then, in a tone that seemed to be offering sage advice, said, "We've known each other for so many years. Just apologize to my sister, and this will all blow over. Oh, and maybe buy something for Mo Xuan—a car, a limited-edition watch, whatever. We're not picky."
"My sister cares most about Mo Xuan. As long as you keep him happy, none of this will ever see the light of day."
Cheng Wenxin felt dizzy, his head already throbbing from the wine bottle blow. Seeing his most shameful secret exposed to the Luo family with evidence, he knew that if it went public, the Cheng family might not go bankrupt, but his position as the future heir would be in jeopardy!
There were three children in his family: him, Cheng Yuno, and a younger brother still in middle school. He wasn't the only option. If the "big account" was ruined, there was always the "small account," not to mention the illegitimate children his father had abroad who were also eyeing his position.
"As for your request to keep Mo Xuan out of Rongxing, I can agree to that," Luo Muqi said.
Hearing this, Luo Tian nearly dropped his wine glass. Mo Xuan's entry into Rongxing had been decided when he was still in his doctoral program. Luo Shiya had once planned to trade some of her assets and funds with Luo Tian for Rongxing shares, which she would then gift to Mo Xuan.
But Luo Tian didn't mind; he just took ownership of a hotel under Luo Shiya's name as a token gesture, giving her a 10% stake in Rongxing. Both were 10%, but in value, Rongxing was far more valuable than the Mo family.
Now Luo Muqi was directly telling him that Mo Xuan didn't have to go to Rongxing?
Cheng Wenxin didn't respond, only glaring angrily at the Luo siblings before turning and leaving the room in a humiliating retreat. The female bodyguard, upon seeing Luo Muqi nod, released Li Manqing, allowing her to leave as well.
"Cousin, where's the recording pen?" Luo Muqi turned to look at Luo Tian. "Did you record Cheng Wenxin's threats just now?"
Luo Tian had no idea what these sisters were up to, but he still took out a recording pen from his suit pocket and handed it to Luo Muqi.
"Muqi, what are you and Shiya up to now?" Luo Tian couldn't help but ask. "Forget about your relationship with Mo Xuan—with his talent, the higher-ups at Rongxing are extremely optimistic about him, but…"
"Oh, I just mentioned that Mo Xuan doesn't have to go to Rongxing, not that he can't work there. It's just… my sister and I have changed our minds," Luo Muqi said with a sly smile. "Cousin, could you arrange a work-from-home position for Mo Xuan? Would that be feasible?"
"It's not impossible. After all, programmers can work anywhere… but I was planning to groom him as a technical director," Luo Tian replied.
Upon hearing this, Luo Muqi smiled faintly, her eyes glinting with a chilling madness: "No need. He just needs to stay at home with us. He doesn't need to go anywhere, and if he does, it has to be with us!"
Luo Tian instinctively leaned back, and if not for the wall behind him, he might have turned and run.
"Cousin, you'd better not interfere," Luo Muqi glanced at Luo Tian. "Just arrange the job for Mo Xuan. And tell the family not to meddle either…"
"Including my parents!"
With that, Luo Muqi turned and left, leaving Luo Tian sighing as he stared at his wine glass. How could they control them?
With their sisters' temperament, who knew what kind of madness they might unleash for Mo Xuan? Even their formidable grandmother couldn't rein them in, let alone him.
Luo Tian knew it might be unfair to Mo Xuan, but for the sake of the Luo family, they had no choice but to acquiesce to this.
"Cheng Wenxin, you probably don't realize that if these sisters want to, the entire Capital's elite circle could be shaken to its core," Luo Tian muttered to himself, his voice carrying a weariness that belied his mere thirty years.
After dinner, Luo Shiya let Mo Xuan go to the garage to wait for her, while she returned to the study. She gently pressed a book on relativity on the bookshelf, and a hidden door slowly opened.
In the cramped room, walls were covered with photos of Mo Xuan from various times, with a large group photo in the center of the wall facing the door.
It depicted a younger Luo Shiya and a naive Luo Muqi, one with her arms around him, the other clinging to his chest, both tightly embracing a helpless Mo Xuan who looked about the same age as Luo Muqi.
Looking at the photo, Luo Shiya's lips curled into a faint smile. She then walked to the desk below the photo, picked up a pen, and slowly wrote a few lines on a blank A4 sheet of paper:
"Originally, I wanted to wait until my daughters were a bit older, but Muqi and I can't wait any longer."
"The mere thought of him possibly leaving, of him possibly coming into contact with other women, makes me feel like I might lose control and kill."
"Psychological suggestion needs to be more frequent, and I wouldn't mind using medication in appropriate situations."
"The third phase can end now; we're preparing to slowly enter the fourth phase…"
After writing these, Luo Shiya looked up and gently caressed Mo Xuan's face in the photo, her eyes filled with a pathological possessiveness.
She seemed to go mad, furiously writing Mo Xuan's name on the A4 paper, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"Right, Xuan is still waiting for me…" Luo Shiya smiled. "I have to hold on a little longer, can't let him see through the cracks…"
As if her mood had suddenly improved, Luo Shiya even hummed a tune as she walked lightly out of the hidden room. The hidden door closed, the lights dimmed, and Mo Xuan's image in the photo slowly faded into the darkness…
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
