At Gedu International Airport, a Gulfstream G700 touched down smoothly.
The cabin door opened, revealing the figure of Lu Chenyuan at the top of the airstairs.
He was alone, without any entourage.
Carrying only a simple suitcase.
Just like an ordinary traveler.
Yet his appearance instantly electrified the entire airport.
Countless camera flashes erupted in a frenzy.
The sound of shutters clicked like a torrential downpour.
Beyond the tarmac, hundreds of reporters, held back by security personnel behind the barricade, buzzed with excitement.
Their lenses—long and short—all trained on the man descending from the plane.
"Mr. Lu Chenyuan!"
"Is your visit related to Ms. Mo Qingli?"
"Will Yuanlong Tech retaliate against J Country for this?"
"The A Country has labeled you a technology thief—how do you respond?"
Questions in various languages tangled together in a chaotic clamor.
Lu Chenyuan ignored them all.
His gaze swept calmly over the crowd.
Finally, it settled on the small group waiting to receive him at the center of the tarmac.
At the forefront stood Li Wenbo, the ambassador of Xia Country to J Country,
alongside several visibly tense J Country officials.
"Comrade Chenyuan, welcome to Gedu." Ambassador Li Wenbo stepped forward, shaking his hand firmly, his eyes filled with admiration—and a trace of concealed worry.
"Thank you for your efforts, Ambassador Li." Lu Chenyuan gave a slight nod.
He then turned to the J Country official.
The man immediately approached, his expression awkward, yet he swiftly extended his hand.
"Mr. Lu. I am Skoy. We are honored by your presence." His tone was almost reverent,
nothing like the reception one would expect for a "potential threat."
"I want to see Mo Qingli."
Lu Chenyuan cut straight to the point, dispensing with pleasantries.
A thin layer of sweat beaded on Skoy’s forehead.
"Mr. Lu, my apologies. Under our laws, Ms. Mo is currently assisting with an investigation and cannot—"
"Now."
Lu Chenyuan interrupted him.
His voice was quiet, yet it carried an undeniable pressure.
Skoy’s face paled instantly.
He knew the weight of the man before him.
Lu Chenyuan’s arrival alone was the most forceful form of pressure.
Detaining Mo Qingli had been an attempt to leverage Yuanlong Tech.
But with Lu Chenyuan here in person, the full weight of Yuanlong Tech now pressed down on J Country.
This was a gamble they couldn’t afford.
"I... I need to request instructions," Skoy stammered.
"You have five minutes."
With that, Lu Chenyuan turned away, striding toward the embassy car without another glance.
Ambassador Li Wenbo shot Skoy a meaningful look before following.
Left behind, the J Country officials scrambled in panic, frantically making calls.
The eyes of the world were fixed on this small stretch of tarmac.
Everyone understood—this was no mere commercial dispute.
It was a microcosm of great-power rivalry.
And Lu Chenyuan was the pivotal piece on the board.
By placing himself in play,
he had shifted the game beyond the control of the players.
---
At the Royal Gedu Hotel, in the presidential suite atop the tower,
Mo Qingli sat on the sofa, gazing at the city skyline beyond the window.
Around her ankle, a silver-gray electronic shackle pulsed with a faint red light.
A glaring, humiliating mark.
Suddenly, a faint commotion sounded outside the door.
Then, the lock clicked open.
Mo Qingli’s heart skipped a beat.
She turned slowly—and there, in the doorway, stood the figure she had longed for day and night.
Lu Chenyuan.
He was travel-worn, faint shadows of fatigue under his eyes,
yet his posture remained unyielding as a pine.
Their eyes met.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
Lu Chenyuan’s gaze traveled from her slightly weary face downward,
finally settling on the cold, metallic shackle.
In an instant, the fathomless depths of his eyes churned with a storm.
All his calm, all his restraint, all his calculations—
shattered the moment he saw that device.
What surged within him was something far more terrifying than anger.
It was a heart-wrenching, bone-deep ache.
He strode forward.
Without a word,
he knelt, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for the shackle—
only to halt midair, as if fearing it might burn her.
When he looked up at Mo Qingli,
his eyes were bloodshot, raw with emotion.
Those eyes, which had once struck fear into countless adversaries,
now held only her reflection—and an unmasked vulnerability.
Mo Qingli’s heart clenched.
A bittersweet warmth spread through her chest.
She reached out, cupping his cheek.
"A-Yuan."
Her voice was soft, almost dreamlike.
"I told myself that even if the worst happened,
you would come for me.
You would bring me home.
Right?"
Lu Chenyuan closed his eyes, pressing her hand tighter against his face.
When he opened them again, the storm had been forcibly subdued,
replaced by a tenderness so profound it was almost tangible.
"Yes."
His voice was rough with emotion.
He rose to his feet, refusing to spare another glance at the shackle.
Instead, he pulled her into his arms,
holding her so tightly it was as if he wanted to fuse her into his very being.
"I’m here."
"I’m taking you home."
No more words were needed.
Across mountains and rivers, spanning thousands of miles—
this embrace was the only thing that mattered.
Mo Qingli rested her head against his chest,
listening to the steady, familiar rhythm of his heartbeat.
All her loneliness and fear dissolved in that moment.
---
Lu Chenyuan’s arrival detonated like a shockwave through J Country’s upper echelons.
That afternoon, Skoy reappeared at the hotel suite.
This time, his demeanor was even more deferential.
"Mr. Lu, Ms. Mo." He bowed deeply.
"After urgent internal discussions, we acknowledge that the restrictions placed on Ms. Mo were... excessive."
"Effective immediately, aside from remaining within the hotel premises and... this necessary security measure,"
he ventured a cautious glance at the electronic shackle,
"Ms. Mo is free to receive visitors, communicate externally, and handle company affairs."
"All hotel facilities are also fully available to both of you."
It was a significant concession—
effectively transforming house arrest into a form of "protective custody."
Lu Chenyuan listened impassively.
"When will this be removed?" He pointed at the device on Mo Qingli’s ankle.
"That... that requires completing legal procedures," Skoy wiped his brow. "But we are expediting the process. Please trust our sincerity."
Lu Chenyuan didn’t press further.
He knew this was part of the dance—
a way for J Country to save face while yielding.
"Leave," he said flatly.
"Of course, of course." Skoy retreated hastily, bowing as he went.
Silence returned to the suite.
Lu Chenyuan inspected the room.
The kitchen was well-equipped, the refrigerator stocked with fresh ingredients.
He removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and began preparing a meal with practiced ease.
Mo Qingli leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching him quietly.
She observed his focused profile, his slender fingers moving deftly across the cutting board, slicing ingredients into even, paper-thin pieces.
The fading glow of the sunset streamed through the window, casting a warm golden light over him.
For a moment, it felt as though they weren’t at the eye of the storm.
As though they were back in the penthouse of Cloud Top One, in the home that belonged just to them.
"Aren’t you going to tell me what’s happening out there?" Mo Qingli asked softly.
"No need," Lu Chenyuan replied without looking up. "The stock prices will recover. People’s confidence will stabilize. And our legal team will make sure they understand what procedural justice really means."
"As for those hiding in the shadows…"
The knife in his hand paused briefly.
"They’ll pay for it."
Mo Qingli smiled.
This was him.
Always calculating, always deliberate—always the one who made her feel safe.
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