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."
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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