4:00 PM.
Royal Grand Hotel, banquet hall.
Hundreds of journalists stood ready, their cameras poised.
The flashes of light converged into a sea of stars.
As the banquet hall doors slowly swung open, every lens focused on the entrance.
Lu Chenyuan stepped in, not clad in a suit but in simple dark casual wear.
In his arms, secured by a baby carrier, was a swaddled bundle—Lu Shi'an, fast asleep.
His towering figure stood like a mountain, shielding the child securely against his chest.
Close behind him was Mo Qingli.
She wore a beige trench coat, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.
A faint, composed smile graced her face.
Her hand rested lightly on Lu Chenyuan’s arm.
And so, the family of three stepped into the world’s spotlight.
There was no trace of exhaustion or distress.
Not a shadow of the hardships they had endured.
They looked like a young couple returning from a blissful vacation.
Calm, serene, happy.
This moment alone was a silent declaration.
A statement that they stood here as victors.
The couple took their positions at the podium.
Lu Chenyuan adjusted his hold slightly, ensuring his son slept undisturbed.
He said nothing, merely scanning the room with quiet composure.
Mo Qingli stepped forward and took the microphone.
The room fell instantly silent.
"Thank you for your concern, members of the press," she began, her voice gentle.
"I know you have many questions."
"You may begin."
The first question came from A Nation’s largest news network.
"Ms. Mo, how do you feel at this moment? And what would you like to say to the J Country government?"
The question was pointed, designed to provoke resentment.
Mo Qingli smiled.
"My feelings can be summed up in one word: homecoming."
"As for the J Country government," she paused,
"I believe the president’s recent speech already reflects their stance. A nation that looks forward deserves respect."
Her answer was flawless—expressing joy at returning while deftly deflecting the question.
The second question came from Xia Country’s official news agency.
"President Lu, President Mo, welcome home. Will this experience affect the overseas investments of companies like Yuanlong and Hanqing?"
This, too, was critical—tied to vast economic stakes.
Mo Qingli glanced at Lu Chenyuan.
With a slight nod, they shared a wordless understanding.
"Technology knows no borders," Mo Qingli replied, her tone still measured.
"We have always believed that openness and cooperation are the only paths to human progress."
"We will not let isolated incidents shake our convictions."
"Yuanlong and its partners will continue to welcome all markets that honor rules and respect partnerships."
This was not just a corporate pledge but a reflection of Xia Country’s official stance.
The atmosphere grew increasingly charged.
Questions came one after another.
Mo Qingli handled each with effortless grace.
What could have been a tense confrontation became an elegant, poised performance.
Finally, a journalist from a J Country outlet got his turn.
He rose, visibly nervous.
"Ms. Mo, Mr. Lu, I apologize for what you endured in our country."
His opening carried remorse.
"My question is this: Setting aside politics and business, as ordinary people who lived here for three years—how do you view this nation and its people?"
The question stripped away grand narratives, returning to raw humanity.
Every camera fixed on Mo Qingli.
Everyone wanted to hear how a woman imprisoned for three years would respond.
Mo Qingli was silent for a moment.
She turned to look at her son in Lu Chenyuan’s arms.
Her gaze softened instantly.
When she faced the cameras again, her smile was warm and genuine.
"J Country is a beautiful land," she said.
"Here, we witnessed the most stunning maple leaves and the coldest snow."
"We met friends like Lu Jinlin and Liu Jiuwen—people who upheld justice and conscience."
"And we received countless anonymous acts of kindness and support from ordinary J Country citizens."
She paused, her eyes sweeping the room.
"Of course, we also experienced the arrogance of power and the bias of justice."
She didn’t shy away from the darkness.
"But," her voice grew firm and bright,
"A nation’s greatness isn’t measured by never making mistakes, but by its courage to correct them and choose its own path."
"As we’ve seen today."
"So, toward J Country, I hold no resentment—only blessings."
"May this nation truly step out from history’s shadow and embrace an independent future."
"May its people live in a land that grows more just, open, and prosperous."
With that, she gave a slight bow.
The room was dead silent.
Then, after a few seconds—
Applause broke out.
At first scattered, then swelling into thunderous acclaim.
Even the most cynical journalists clapped sincerely.
They were utterly moved by this woman’s grace and magnanimity.
No complaints, no tears, no stoking of hatred.
Standing at the pinnacle of victory, she chose to extend dignity and goodwill to her adversaries.
That was true strength.
...
The press conference ended.
Lu Chenyuan’s family, escorted by security, returned to their penthouse suite.
The moment the door closed—
Mo Qingli’s tension visibly melted away.
Lu Chenyuan immediately steadied her.
"Tired?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she exhaled, leaning into him.
Downstairs, she had been an armored warrior.
Now, in their private space, she could finally let her guard down.
Lou Mengling and Lin Shuhan rushed over, their eyes glistening.
"Come, sit down and rest."
"Qingli, you were incredible just now," Lou Mengling murmured, her voice thick.
Lin Shuhan wiped her tears. "I’m so proud of you."
Mo Qingli smiled.
She took Lu Shi'an from Lu Chenyuan’s arms and held him close.
The baby seemed to sense his mother’s emotions.
He nuzzled against her, sighing contentedly in his sleep.
Lu Chenyuan wrapped his arms around them from behind.
He bent close to her ear and whispered,
"Qingli, out there—you were the brightest light in the world."
She turned her head and kissed his cheek.
"Because you were behind me."
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