"So Ziqing decided to send two teams to the airport to pick up the plane, but neither team was there to pick up Mr. President, just bait."
"After both teams had left, Lu Ziqing personally picked up Mr. President and his wife, taking a very ordinary car and taking a long detour back."
After Long Siyan finished speaking, Qu Yu expressed his admiration,
"Minister Long, Commander Lu, your deploynt is so ticulous that it leaves no loopholes."
"Regardless, Lili is safe and back, and both Zhongli and Xiaoer are also unhard, so the risk taken was worth it."
Wen Nian took a deep breath, and he stood up,
"You all worked hard, especially... Commander Lu."
Lu Ziqing stood up, his gaze fixed on Wen Nian,
"Mr. President, forgive my boldness in saying... indulging soone should have its limits; Ali is pregnant. Under no circumstances should you have allowed her to go to M Country."
"..."
"With your power, knowing that she was boarding the plane to M Country, a single call from you could have stopped her at customs. Unless you didn’t want to stop her."
"Brother Lu, it was my own insistence to go."
Song Lili ca down the stairs, pursed her lips, and looked at Lu Ziqing.
"It’s one thing for her to go, it’s another for him to indulge her."
Lu Ziqing was resentful towards Wen Nian in his heart!
Wen Nian neither agreed nor disagreed.
"Mr. President, you, Lili, Zhongli, and Xiaoer now look so disheveled; Xiao Lingzi is also injured. Feng Hua and that Qin Shu from the Navy Corps are still missing. It is evident how dangerous the situation has been these past few days."
"At the ti, you told , ’In this world, there is only one Song Lili. If Lili dies abroad, that would be your responsibility, Mr. President!’"
"So I went."
Wen Nian looked up at Lu Ziqing, and his five calm words left Lu Ziqing speechless for a long ti.
"Yes, Commander Lu, truly no one cherishes the First Lady more than Mr. President."
Qu Yu said,
"Though this attitude of ’preferring beauty over realm’ greatly disheartens us who have followed Mr. President for years, from an emotional standpoint... Mr. President truly spared nothing for the First Lady."
’Sparing nothing’ sounds easy to say, but it’s as hard as climbing a mountain to do.
Lu Ziqing could not argue.
Because the fact was, Wen Nian went.
Being the President, such whimsical recklessness, being the President, such disregard for the bigger picture, being the President, risking his own life...
Yet, being such a passionately devoted President, whether it is good or not.
"Mr. President, please go wash up and change. For the rest, I know what to do."
Qu Yu assertively said.
Wen Nian patted Qu Yu on the shoulder, "Alright, I leave it to you."
"Wen Nian... Mr. President."
Lu Xiaoer called out to Wen Nian.
"You all go back too. Don’t disclose the details of what you’ve been through in M Country to anyone. These details could determine so people’s survival."
Wen Nian instructed.
"Mr. President, I understand that. I just want to say... my father..."
"Minister Lu will be released soon, this trip was rely a formality. Otherwise, the cleanup wouldn’t have been so swift."
Wen Nian sighed,
"As for Zhongli Yuting..."
"Ah Nian, I believe my father wouldn’t..."
"I will investigate it thoroughly."
"Fine, go ahead and detain him if you want. Don’t spare the face."
"..." Lu Xiaoer looked at Zhongli Wuzhi with an incredulous expression, "Is he really your father?"
"When father and son were reunited just now, did he treat like his own son with that fighting stance?"
"Well, young and still holding grudges against your own father."
"Young?"
Zhongli Wuzhi questioned her, then grabbed her hand and walked outside,
"Let’s go! Head ho, wash up, change clothes, and get a good night’s sleep!"
"Hey, let go! Let go!"
The two left the President Mansion, bickering all the way, and almost instinctively stopped at the door, looking up at the blue sky and peaceful clouds; the hot air of the harsh sumr soared, but... no one would complain it was too hot.
"Peace really is good."
Zhongli Wuzhi muttered softly.
Lu Xiaoer looked up at Zhongli Wuzhi, his dirty side profile still exuding his handsoness, a different kind from the noble young master Zhongli of the past.
That kind of charm that dazzled half of Anlin City’s noblewon couldn’t compare to the depth in his eyes and the firm lines of his face at that mont.
"If you had a chance, would you still want to go to the battlefield?"
"I would."
"..."
"But not the kind with real bullets and skies alight with artillery."
Zhongli Wuzhi looked down at Lu Xiaoer,
"The battlefield of the Zhongli Family, my battlefield."
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