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"One should not have the heart to harm others, but one should not be without the heart to guard against others," Lu Fan said calmly.

Yu Tinglan nodded approvingly: "It's good that you thought of that. Don't worry, I have some connections, I'll keep an eye on those two. Anything else?"

"That's all for now." Lu Fan checked the time. "Sister Lan, you must have things to do at your company, right? You don't need to stay with me all the time."

"Trying to kick me out?" Yu Tinglan asked with a half-smile.

"I was afraid of interfering with your important business."

Yu Tinglan stood up and picked up her bag: "Alright, I know you think I'm nagging. I've put everything away for you, remember to eat. Call me anytime if you need anything, my phone is on 24/7."

She walked to the door and then looked back at Lu Fan.

The young man sat at the dining table, seemingly in dire straits, yet he showed no sign of panic, only a calm composure.

This calmness is inexplicably reassuring.

"Lu Fan," she said softly, "be careful on Friday."

"I will."

Yu Tinglan left. The apartment returned to silence.

Lu Fan cleaned up the dishes. He didn't turn on the TV or check his phone anymore.

He walked to the spacious part of the living room, faced east, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

My consciousness calmed down, and my breathing became long and slow.

In his mind, he pieced together the known fragments bit by bit: Xingyue's announcement, Wang Huajian's malice, the internal information provided by Xiao Li, Feng Qianqian's weaknesses and struggles, Yu Tinglan's support, the impending live-streaming trap...

Each node, each line.

He needs to see more clearly and calculate more accurately.

This time, he not only wants to break the deadlock, but also wants those who are plotting to destroy him to personally experience what it means to be trapped in one's own web and what it means to suffer the consequences of one's own actions.

As night falls, the city lights gradually illuminate the city.

Lu Fan, bundled up tightly, arrived at the Municipal Children's Hospital again and knocked on the door of ward 709.

The door opened quickly, and Feng Qianqian stood in the doorway.

She looked more tired than she had in the restaurant that afternoon, but there was a desperate glint in her eyes.

"Come in," she said in a low voice.

Lu Fan entered the ward.

Xiao Zhe was awake, leaning against the headboard. Although he was still very thin, his eyes were clearer than in the morning. He was sipping a bowl of rice porridge.

Upon seeing Lu Fan, he blinked curiously.

"Xiao Zhe, this is Uncle Lu. He's the one who took a look at you this morning," Feng Qianqian said softly.

Xiao Zhe looked at Lu Fan and whispered, "Thank you, Uncle."

Lu Fan nodded to him, then looked at Feng Qianqian: "Is the situation more stable?"

"Much better." Feng Qianqian looked at her son, tears welling up in her eyes. "He drank rice porridge twice this afternoon without vomiting, and his spirits are much better. He even said he was a little hungry tonight."

"It's only temporary." Lu Fan walked to the bedside and observed Xiao Zhe's complexion.

The dark aura on Xiao Zhe's forehead was still there, but it was lighter than in the morning, and the movement of the red line had become slower: "The root cause is still there, and it may relapse at any time."

Feng Qianqian's heart jumped again: "Then... what should we do next?"

Lu Fan did not answer immediately, but took out a small cloth bag about the size of a palm from his bag. It looked like it was made of coarse linen and had some simple but strange patterns embroidered on it with dark red thread.

He handed the cloth bag to Feng Qianqian.

"Put this under Xiao Zhe's pillow."

Feng Qianqian took the cloth bag. It felt slightly heavy in her hand, and she could sense that it contained something, like a few copper coins and some dried herbs: "This is..."

"A simple calming and protective pouch can temporarily stabilize his spirit and isolate him from some of the evil influences, allowing him to sleep better," Lu Fan explained. "Tomorrow morning, the opening of the pouch will be a little black; that's from absorbing foul air. Don't worry about it, just keep using it. I'll replace it for you in three days."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Feng Qianqian clutched the cloth bag tightly.

"No need to thank me, it's part of the deal." Lu Fan said calmly. "What are Xingyue's specific arrangements for the live stream? How much do you know?"

Feng Qianqian took a deep breath and began to narrate in a low voice: "The chief planner of the live broadcast is Liu Xiong, the publicity director, who reports directly to Wang Huajian. The location is set in Studio Three of the company, and they have arranged three 'witnesses'."

"The first one is a new male actor that the company has been promoting recently. They will accuse you of 'using your seniority to suppress juniors' on set. They have already prepared the specific examples."

The second one is a washed-up female model who will tearfully accuse you of "sexual harassment," and will also share some privately collected chat logs and hotel records of you with other women. Of course, I know it's all fake.

The third is me. They'll have me, as your agent, recount with heartbreaking detail how you were two-faced, repeatedly refused to change, and ultimately, were forced to cooperate with the company. They'll portray me as a professional who was dragged down by an unethical artist and had to painfully let go.

Lu Fan listened quietly, his face expressionless: "Now that you've betrayed us, their plan is missing a crucial link."

"Yes." Feng Qianqian nodded, "But they definitely have backup plans. Liu Xiong is a very cautious person, and they also have someone named Yun Xuzi who has some tricks up his sleeve, so you have to be careful."

"Yun Xuzi?" Lu Fan murmured softly. He had heard of him from Yu Tinglan before, so he wasn't surprised. "Is he the one who harmed your son?"

Feng Qianqian clenched her fist: "Yes, it's him."

Lu Fan seemed thoughtful. "Do you know the truth about the other two witnesses? For example, do you have any dirt on them, or... were they there voluntarily?"

Feng Qianqian thought for a moment: "That new actor is named Zhou Mingxuan. He's a distant relative of Liu Xiong. He's obsessed with becoming famous and is completely obedient to Liu Xiong. He doesn't have any dirt on him; he's just vain and cowardly."

That female model… I vaguely remember her, her name is Lin Weiwei, she was somewhat popular a few years ago, but then she offended someone, and her career plummeted. I heard she's also in debt. She was probably bribed.

Lu Fan noted down the two names: "The message you delivered was very useful."

"Lu Fan," Feng Qianqian looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions, "I know you have some... special skills. But it's a live broadcast, under the watchful eyes of many people, with so many cameras. Liu Xiong and Wang Huajian will definitely be wary of you. What do you plan to do? What... what can I do?"

Lu Fan didn't say what he planned to do, but instead said, "You don't need to do much. On the day of the live broadcast, you just need to tell the truth about what you know, and that's all."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Lu Fan paused. "But there's one thing, Sister Feng, I know you do everything for your son, but I want to remind you that whatever you do, you must think twice before you act, so as not to do something you'll regret."

Upon hearing Lu Fan's words, Feng Qianqian's heart skipped a beat.

Did he know what I was thinking?

Feng Qianqian unconsciously clenched her fist again. Her gaze turned to her son, who was quietly drinking soup on the hospital bed, and she tried her best to make her expression firm.

"I've thought it through." She bit her chin. "From the moment they attacked my son, there was no turning back between us. Rather than being controlled by them forever, I'd rather fight to the death. For Xiao Zhe, and for myself."

Lu Fan nodded. "Okay. Take good care of Xiao Zhe these next few days, and take care of yourself too. Keep your phone on and wait for my message."