Thunderous applause and the frantic clicking of shutters almost blew the roof off the press conference hall.
Lu Chenyuan tightly embraced Mo Qingli in his arms, using his body to shield her from the world's commotion.
His chin gently rested on the top of her head.
All he could feel was her slight tremor and warm tears.
The security personnel from the Xia Embassy quickly stepped forward, forming a human wall to escort the two away.
The reporters pushed forward like crazy, shouting out countless questions at the top of their lungs.
"Mr. Lu, is this a political stunt?"
"Ms. Mo, when is your wedding date?"
"Will this wedding be held in Country J?"
But no one got an answer.
The figures of Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli soon disappeared at the end of the private passage.
All that was left for the world was an earth - shattering headline and countless speculations.
...
Back in the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.
The moment the door closed, it seemed to isolate two worlds.
Outside was a storm, while inside was the tranquility after a narrow escape.
Mo Qingli leaned in Lu Chenyuan's arms, and her emotions gradually calmed down.
She looked up at him.
"Did you plan all this?"
"No." Lu Chenyuan shook his head, stroking her cheek to wipe away her tears. "When I saw that shackle, I only had one thought."
"I can't wait any longer."
"Not a single minute, not a single second."
His eyes were more serious than ever.
"So, let's get married."
"Now, right away, immediately."
Mo Qingli's heart was hit hard again.
She knew this wasn't an impulse.
It was his deepest determination.
She nodded and smiled.
Tears welled up and slipped down again.
"Okay."
This time, she didn't say "I allow it" anymore.
Just one word.
The answer of a wife.
Lu Chenyuan immediately started making phone calls.
The first one was to Lin Yuan and Ren Qian.
As soon as the call was connected, the two of them were so excited that they were babbling incoherently.
"Old Lu! You're amazing!"
"Old Lu! We've seen it all! Well done!"
"Listen to me." Lu Chenyuan interrupted their excitement. His voice was calm and decisive.
"I'm going to marry Qingli in Gotham."
"The wedding will be very simple, just held at the embassy."
"What you need to do is to stabilize the company. Tell everyone that the rhythm of Yuanlong Technology won't change at all."
"And this is an order."
Lu Chenyuan emphasized his tone.
"None of you, not a single person in the core team, is allowed to come to Country J."
"Not one."
On the other end of the phone, Lin Yuan and Ren Qian instantly understood.
This was for protection.
They were the cornerstone of Yuanlong Technology and couldn't take any risks.
"...Okay." Lin Yuan's voice was a bit dry. "We'll wait for you and sister - in - law to come home."
The call of "sister - in - law" made Mo Qingli's cheeks flush slightly.
The second call was to Mo Zhenbang.
"Uncle."
"I've seen it." Mo Zhenbang's voice carried a faint sense of emotion.
This young man always made the most unexpected but most effective responses.
"I'm going to marry Qingli." Lu Chenyuan said directly. "Right here in Gotham, in the next few days."
Mo Zhenbang was silent for a moment.
How could he not understand that this wedding was not just the union of two young people.
It was also an announcement.
An announcement to the world that the Lu family and the Mo family would be completely tied together, facing this storm together without distinction.
"Okay." Mo Zhenbang only said one word.
"I trust you."
"And I trust Qingli's choice."
"Don't worry about things at home."
The third call was to his mother, Lou Mengling.
This time, his voice softened a lot.
"Mom."
"Mom has seen it, seen it all..." On the other end of the phone, came Lou Mengling's suppressed sobs. "Good boy, good boy..."
"Mom, I'm going to marry Qingli."
"I know, I know... You've suffered..."
"The wedding will be in Gotham. You, my younger brother and sister, don't come here. It's not safe."
"No!" Lou Mengling immediately interrupted him. Her tone was more determined than ever.
"I have to go!"
"How can I miss my son's wedding!"
"And I'll also contact my in - laws. We'll go together."
"We want to see you get married with our own eyes."
Lu Chenyuan was silent.
He couldn't refuse a mother's such simple and firm wish.
"...Okay."
He looked at Mo Qingli.
Mo Qingli nodded at him, her eyes also red.
...
In a border area in Eastern Europe.
In the dusty refugee camp, the temporarily - built tent served as the office of the "Distant Foundation".
Lu Qianqian had just finished a day's distribution of supplies. There was still dust on her face as she was having a review session with the team.
She was wearing a simple windbreaker and jeans, and her hair was neatly tied into a ponytail.
Now, Lu Qianqian was no longer the little princess who needed to hide under her brother's wings.
Years of experience had turned her into a tree that could shelter others from the wind and rain.
An assistant rushed in, holding a satellite phone.
"Sister Qianqian, look at this!"
On the screen was playing the globally - shocking proposal.
When seeing Lu Chenyuan kneeling on one knee.
When seeing the glaring electronic shackle on Mo Qingli's ankle.
Lu Qianqian's pupils suddenly shrank.
She snatched the phone and stared at the screen intently.
Her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
It wasn't fear, but anger and heartache.
Overwhelming anger and piercing heartache.
"How dare they!"
She punched the table, and the water cup on it fell to the ground and shattered.
The team members around were startled.
They had never seen the always - calm and gentle Lu Qianqian show such a terrifying expression.
"Prepare the plane."
Lu Qianqian looked up, her eyes bloodshot.
"I'm going to Gotham."
"Sister Qianqian, no!" The person in charge immediately dissuaded her. "That place is now the center of the storm. It's too dangerous!"
"And our itinerary has already been reported to the United Nations. Changing it temporarily..."
"My brother is there."
Lu Qianqian interrupted him. Her voice was not loud, but it carried weight.
"My sister - in - law is there."
"They're getting married."
"I have to go."
At this time, Ji Wushuang walked in and said, "It's time to go."
Lu Qianqian looked at her "protector" of so many years, stepped forward and hugged her, choking with sobs, "Sister Wushuang..."
Half a day later, a small United Nations charter plane with the logo of the Distant Foundation took off from the temporary airport in Eastern Europe.
Its route was directly towards Gotham in Country J.
Lu Qianqian's trip was not obstructed at all.
As a world - renowned humanitarian and the so - called "Most Beautiful Princess of Xia", she had the privilege of free passage in most parts of the world.
No one dared, nor would they, to make things difficult for an "angel" walking on earth.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
