I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

The main text, totaling nearly 1.14 million words, has officially concluded.

Let me start by saying thank you. Thank you to every reader who has followed me this far.

The success of this book in its early and middle stages was a pleasant surprise for me.

Looking at the data and reading the comments, going through them one by one, is probably something that every author has to do.

Later, his grades fluctuated, and so did his personality.

Of course, the most important reason is that I'm not good enough.

For a writer, emotions are tied to this rope; if it's tugged, I'll sway along with it.

I must admit that we rushed things in the later stages.

My studies are weighing me down, life is weighing me down, and so is money. Pretty mundane.

I also think it's tacky. But it's precisely these incredibly tacky things that can really crush a person.

During that period, I often spent my days teaching and dealing with a bunch of trivial matters, and I wouldn't be able to sit in front of the computer until the early hours of the morning. My eyes would be so sore that I could barely keep them open, but I still had to force myself to write an update for the day.

Some chapters were written roughly, some ideas weren't fully developed, and some plot holes were hastily filled—I know all this better than anyone. If I could turn back time to a certain turning point, I would be willing to slow down and polish each chapter several more times.

But once a book is written, it's like spilled water—it can't be taken back.

All I can say is, I'm sorry.

Long-time readers may remember that the eldest brother's book briefly achieved good results, but its performance declined sharply afterward.

I gritted my teeth and finished that book. Some people might think it's irrational—with grades like that, why bother writing anything?

But my thinking is quite simple: if a book achieves success, it means that someone genuinely liked it. For these people, I must finish writing it. This is my obsession, and also my bottom line.

So I've finished writing this one too. I've filled in most of the plot holes, whether they're filled in well or not is another matter, please forgive me.

In the past six months or so, besides this book, I've secretly started other books, two of which flopped. There's nothing to hide. That's how writing is, especially on Tomato Books; it's like rowing against the current—if you don't move forward, you fall behind.

The water on the platform is flowing too fast; if you don't swim forward, you'll sink. I accept that both books failed; consider it tuition.

If you lose, review the game; if you review the game, write about it again. A writer needs thick skin and a strong will.

Next, I would like to thank the ten female protagonists of this book:

Cecilia, Lin Jinyu, Pei Yuran, Pei Youyi, Shen Youyao, Shen Youwei, Fu Wanqing, Fu Shiwei, Chiyomiya Yusheng, Elena.

The ten female protagonists are what make up the 1.14 million words of this book.

Now, about the side stories. The plan is to write about Pei Youyi and Elena's return. I really like perfect endings, but only level 5 authors can write side stories, and I'm not at that level yet. So this isn't breaking my promise, it's a commitment. Once I reach level 5, I'll definitely give you their stories.

As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement.

I used to only use this sentence as writing material, but after stumbling and falling, I truly understood it. I dedicate this to myself, and to everyone who is struggling with life.

That's the end of the story.

May everyone who reads this have all their wishes fulfilled, enjoy peace and joy, and live a happy and fulfilling life.

The journey is long and arduous; see you in the next book.