The days slipped by like smooth silk through one's fingers.
Mo Qingli's life was now filled with a new kind of anticipation.
After that night, she began subconsciously taking better care of herself.
She gave up coffee, replacing it with warm milk.
She started finishing her morning work earlier, leaving time for an afternoon nap.
Lu Chenyuan noticed all of this. He said nothing, but did more.
He began studying nutritional recipes for pregnancy, preparing her three daily meals with creative variations.
On the tablet he once used for global strategy documents, his bookmarks quietly multiplied with links about prenatal and postnatal care.
Time entered the second month.
Mo Qingli’s period was seven days late.
It seemed like the clearest possible sign.
That morning, Lu Chenyuan met with lawyer Lu Jinlin to discuss the next phase of work for the "Lighthouse" Foundation.
Mo Qingli, alone in the spacious suite, took out the pregnancy test she had prepared long ago.
She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
Those few minutes of waiting felt longer than the anticipation of a billion-dollar project bid.
Her heartbeat raced uncontrollably.
She watched as the small display area slowly revealed a second distinct red line.
It was positive.
Mo Qingli leaned against the cold bathroom wall and took a deep breath.
She didn’t scream or cry with joy.
She simply placed a gentle hand over her still-flat stomach.
There, a new life was quietly taking root.
Hers and Lu Chenyuan’s.
The crystallization of their love—and their strongest ally in this silent war.
The realization filled her with boundless strength.
All her unease, all her uncertainty, vanished in that moment.
She knew she had to become stronger—for this child.
And for this child, she would fight alongside his father to win this war.
...
When Lu Chenyuan returned, he found Mo Qingli sitting quietly on the living room sofa, reading a book.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft golden glow around her.
Everything seemed normal.
Yet he immediately sensed something different.
Her eyes held a tenderness he had never seen before.
"You're back?" Mo Qingli looked up and smiled at him.
"Mn." Lu Chenyuan walked over and sat beside her. "Things went smoothly with Lu Jinlin. The 'Lighthouse' influence is becoming impossible for J Country’s mainstream society to ignore."
He habitually reported the progress of their battle.
But Mo Qingli shook her head.
"Chenyuan, no work talk today."
She set the book aside, took his hand, and placed it gently on her stomach.
Lu Chenyuan froze.
His palm only felt the soft fabric of her clothes and the warmth of her skin.
Confused, he looked at her.
Mo Qingli said nothing.
She simply gazed at him with those bright eyes—filled with joy, shyness, solemnity, and a hint of mischief.
Then it hit him.
An unbelievable, yet crystal-clear thought exploded in his mind.
His breath caught.
"Qingli, you—" His voice was rough.
Finally, Mo Qingli couldn’t hold back her laughter.
She leaned close to his ear and whispered, just for him:
"Congratulations, Mr. Lu."
"Our team just got bigger."
Boom.
Lu Chenyuan’s mind went blank, as if blasted by a bomb of pure happiness.
He sat motionless, stunned.
After what felt like an eternity, he slowly lowered his head like a malfunctioning robot.
He stared at his hand on her stomach, then back up at her smiling eyes.
Making sure this wasn’t a dream.
He didn’t sweep her up in an ecstatic embrace.
He didn’t babble incoherently.
Instead, he bent down with painstaking care and pressed his ear against her belly—
as reverently as if listening to divine prophecy.
"Chenyuan, you won’t hear anything yet." Mo Qingli laughed, running her fingers through his hair.
"I can hear it," came his muffled voice against her stomach.
"It’s our heartbeats."
Mo Qingli’s eyes grew warm.
...
With the baby on the way, the rhythm of their lives shifted.
Their days became more structured, yet warmer than ever.
Lu Chenyuan immediately shared the news with his family.
After a brief silence, Lou Mengling first expressed joy—then quietly began to cry.
Her emotions were a mix of happiness, worry, and heartache for her son and daughter-in-law.
She made her decision almost instantly.
"Chenyuan, don’t argue. I’m coming to take care of you both."
Lu Chenyuan wanted to refuse, not wanting to burden her with the trip.
But Mo Qingli gently persuaded him: "Let her come. She won’t rest unless she sees us with her own eyes."
"And," she added with a smile, "I’d like someone with experience to ask questions."
Only then did Lu Chenyuan relent.
A week later, Lou Mengling arrived in Gedo.
She had lost some weight, but her spirit was strong, her eyes brimming with maternal determination.
The moment she saw Mo Qingli, she rushed forward and clasped her hands tightly, her eyes reddening again.
"My dear, you’ve been through so much."
She asked nothing about the case, nor did she complain about their living conditions.
All her attention was fixed on Mo Qingli.
"What would you like to eat? I’ll cook for you."
"Is the hotel bed comfortable? Should we get a softer mattress?"
"These clothes are too tight—no, you need looser ones."
Lou Mengling’s presence was like a warm spring breeze, dispelling the last traces of chill from the penthouse suite.
Lu Chenyuan watched his mother bustling about, his heart full of quiet gratitude.
Yet neither he nor Lou Mengling expected what came next.
An uninvited guest arrived—Wang Tongwen, the renowned gallery owner from Haizhou.
He appeared in the hotel lobby on Lou Mengling’s third day there.
His excuse was perfectly polished.
"Mrs. Lou, Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu—what a coincidence." Dressed in refined casual attire, he smiled warmly.
"I happened to be in Gedo to discuss a collaborative exhibition with the J Country National Gallery."
Lou Mengling’s expression flickered with unease at the sight of him.
"Mr. Wang... you’re here too?"
"Indeed." Wang Tongwen’s gaze lingered on her for just a fraction too long. "The world is vast, yet so small."
Lu Chenyuan observed everything without comment.
He didn’t expose anything.
Instead, he extended a polite hand.
"Mr. Wang, welcome."
But in his mind, a thought surfaced:
This man’s arrival might bring unexpected complications.
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