The arrival of Lu Shi'an transformed the penthouse suite into the softest place in the world.
Outside the window, the snowstorm of Godu raged.
Inside, it was an eternal spring.
Lu Chenyuan's life began to move to a different rhythm.
Once, his time had been measured in quarters, months, and weeks, filled with meetings, reports, and strategic planning.
Now, his units of time became four-hour feedings, two-hour diaper changes, and countless, inexplicable moments of silent gazing.
He learned to hold the baby.
His tall frame looked almost comical cradling that tiny, fragile life.
But he learned quickly—and earnestly.
From initial clumsiness to practiced efficiency in just a few days.
Mo Qingli leaned against the bed, watching quietly.
She observed this man, gently dressing their child with careful hands, afraid of hurting the little one.
She listened as he murmured illogical sweet nothings to the infant who couldn’t yet understand.
Her heart swelled with an emotion she had never known so fully before—happiness.
Lou Mengling and Lin Shuhan, the two mothers, took full charge of logistics.
One brewed nourishing soups.
The other studied the most scientific parenting methods.
Watching their son and daughter finally find peace after weathering storms, their eyes brimmed with contentment.
The birth of this little life seemed to erect an invisible barrier, shutting out all the chaos of the outside world.
Yet, the newborn’s first cry pierced through walls, becoming the loudest thunderclap in J Country’s political arena.
Lu Shi'an.
This name, along with its meaning—"returning home safely"—landed on the desks of every key figure in J Country within twelve hours of the birth.
It was not a threat.
It was a declaration.
A declaration of Lu Chenyuan’s patience—and his confidence.
The next day, J Country’s Prime Minister submitted a proposal to Parliament for an early election.
He needed a fresh mandate to confront a crisis spiraling out of control.
He was gambling on politics to reclaim the initiative.
But he underestimated the seeds Lu Chenyuan had sown over the past months.
...
Ambassador Li Wenbo visited again on an afternoon when the snow had cleared.
He carried no documents.
Only a traditional Xia Country longevity locket.
"For the little one," he said with a smile, handing the gift to Lu Chenyuan.
His face betrayed unmistakable relief and joy.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lu."
"Thank you, Ambassador Li." Lu Chenyuan accepted the gift and invited him to sit.
"Our comrades back home are deeply concerned about you, Ms. Mo, and the child," Li Wenbo said, his tone carrying official warmth.
"They asked me to reassure you—everything at home is fine."
"We are at ease," Lu Chenyuan nodded.
"One more thing." Li Wenbo shifted to the main point.
"The parliamentary election in J Country has just concluded."
He looked at Lu Chenyuan, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.
"The ruling party lost thirty seats."
"Piero’s Liberal Party achieved a historic breakthrough. Though still short of forming a government alone, they now hold decisive influence."
The result was unexpected—yet made perfect sense.
Over the past months:
The "Lighthouse" Foundation’s legal aid had given J Country’s underclass hope for a better future.
Wang Tongwen’s art exhibitions had captivated the elite with Xia culture’s charm.
Professor Liu Jiuwen and the Xia diaspora’s rising influence had reshaped communities.
Each effort was like a drop of water, silently seeping into J Country’s soil.
Together, they redirected the tide.
Lu Chenyuan listened quietly.
No triumph showed on his face.
As if he were merely an audience to the story.
"This is good news," he said calmly.
Li Wenbo studied him.
He knew this young man had orchestrated it all.
Yet when the fruit ripened, he stepped back—a true bystander.
Such composure, such vision—it commanded respect.
"This morning, J Country’s Prime Minister held an emergency cabinet meeting," Li Wenbo continued.
"There was only one agenda item."
"The case of Ms. Mo Qingli."
"The final decision," Li Wenbo enunciated clearly, "is to reopen the judicial investigation. And to allow legal experts from our side full participation."
This meant J Country’s authorities had finally relented.
Releasing Mo Qingli was no longer "impossible"—it was now a negotiable option.
"Understood." Lu Chenyuan’s reaction remained subdued.
Soon after, Li Wenbo took his leave.
Once the ambassador was gone, Lu Chenyuan walked to the crib and gazed at his sleeping son.
As if the baby’s every breath mattered more than the political earthquake in J Country.
...
Two days later, Old Piero paid a personal visit.
No longer the art enthusiast met at an exhibition, he was now a rising political force.
Two sharp-eyed aides followed him, his aura entirely different from their last encounter.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lu," Old Piero said with a politician’s polished smile.
"And to you, Mr. Piero," Lu Chenyuan replied, shaking his hand.
They sat in the living room.
Lou Mengling and Lin Shuhan discreetly carried the baby into the inner room.
Only the two men remained.
One, a tech titan who moved global tides.
The other, a political leader on the verge of national power.
Yet their conversation began with the child.
"He’s lovely," Old Piero said. "Takes after his mother."
"Yes," Lu Chenyuan’s voice softened. "He’s an angel."
"A child gives you a weakness," Old Piero observed, watching him pointedly.
"No." Lu Chenyuan corrected him. "It gives me armor."
Old Piero’s eyes flickered.
He realized this young man hadn’t grown "softer" with fatherhood.
If anything, he seemed more unshakable.
"I came with good news," Old Piero cut to the chase.
"The Liberal Party will formally propose in Parliament—"
"A transparent, independent review of Ms. Mo Qingli’s case."
"With our current influence, the odds of passage are ninety percent."
He leaned back, relaxed yet exuding subtle superiority.
As if he were the one bestowing a favor.
"Thank you, Mr. Piero," Lu Chenyuan replied, neither humble nor overbearing. "And thank the Liberal Party for upholding justice."
He showed no fawning gratitude.
Not even a hint of delight.
This gave Old Piero a faint sense of displeasure.
He had originally thought Lu Chenyuan would seize this opportunity to ask him for more help.
But Lu Chenyuan did no such thing.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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