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[The God of Pure Love! This is the God of Pure Love!]

Although the older brother was heartless, he was doing it for his younger sister's dignity.

Xu Qing has suffered so much, truly suffered so much.

We must help Xu Qing! We must make him famous!

……

however.

Just when the entire internet was crying their hearts out over this beautiful love story...

Inside the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace Villa.

Luo Qianyu froze.

She had been rolling around on the ground throwing a tantrum, but now she was frozen in a contorted position, unable to move, as if struck by lightning.

Those big, red, swollen eyes were fixed on the television screen.

I stared at the text message sent by my "brother".

"elder brother?"

Luo Qianyu muttered to herself.

She was a little confused.

"Where did I get a brother?"

"I'm an only child!"

"My dad had his tubal ligation done right after I was born to comply with the one-child policy, so there's no way he could have any illegitimate children!"

"Did this older brother spring out of a rock?"

And that description.

What kind of hereditary skin disease?

What? Full-body ulceration?

Why did my hair fall out completely?

Luo Qianyu subconsciously touched her well-maintained, thick, black hair.

She looked down at her fair, smooth arms, which didn't even have a single mosquito bite.

A bone-chilling cold shot straight up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

She didn't die.

She also didn't have a brother.

Who posted this message?

Who was the person who deleted her secondary WeChat account?

The memory was rewound, frantically retracing back to a year ago.

That May 20th.

That day, she was preparing for her first concert with 10,000 attendees.

That was the peak of her career, and also the most crucial moment.

Her agent, Sister Hong, approached her seriously.

"Asami, the company's senior management has had a meeting."

"This tour is extremely important; we cannot afford any negative news."

"You have to break up with that online boyfriend of yours."

At that time, Luo Qianyu cried and begged Sister Hong.

She said she could keep it private and continue her secret relationship.

But Sister Hong's attitude was very firm.

"You're a top star now, there are at least 800 to 1000 paparazzi watching you."

"If you get caught on camera even once, your career will be ruined."

"Besides, that guy is penniless and will only be a burden to you."

At last.

Sister Hong confiscated her phone.

"Leave this to me."

Back then, Sister Hong had that cold and capable demeanor typical of a professional agent.

"If you can't do it, I'll be the bad guy."

"Don't worry, I'll handle it gracefully."

"I will make him give up, I won't let him bother you, and I won't hurt him too much."

"Just focus on rehearsing. Once your tour is over, everything will be fine."

Luo Qianyu was too young and trusted Sister Hong too much at the time.

She thought that when Sister Hong talked about "respectability," she meant making up a reason about personality clashes or that she wanted to develop her career abroad.

She even naively thought that once she had a firm foothold, she would secretly win Xu Qing back.

But now.

Looking at those few lines of text on the TV screen.

Looking at Xu Qing's face, contorted with pain.

Luo Qianyu finally understood what Sister Hong meant by "decency".

Decent my foot!

This is murder!

Sister Hong not only killed "Little Fish," but also destroyed Xu Qing's heart!

She fabricated a lie that she had died of a terminal illness.

In order to completely sever Xu Qing's hopes, they even went so far as to describe her as a monster covered in festering sores!

Luo Qianyu trembled all over.

anger.

An unprecedented rage erupted in my chest like a volcano.

This is more than just deception.

This is trampling on Xu Qing's dignity and cursing her, Luo Qianyu!

No wonder Xu Qing never contacted her this past year.

No wonder that phone number is no longer in service.

No wonder Xu Qing is in this half-dead state now.

He wasn't heartbroken because he was dumped.

He thought he had killed his lover!

He lived like a walking corpse in this world, burdened by heavy guilt and regret!

"Sister Hong..."

Luo Qianyu gritted her teeth and squeezed out those two words.

"You're really something."

"To make me famous, you actually 'killed me off'?"

Did you ask for my opinion?

"What gives you the right to decide my life for me?"

"How dare you hurt Xu Qing like this!"

On TV.

Xu Qing was still talking.

"The thing I regret most in my life is not replying to her message that day."

"If I had known that was the last time I would contact them."

"I would never say anything about saving money for medical treatment."

"I will tell her that I love her."

"No matter what she becomes, I will love her."

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Luo Qianyu's heart.

She was in so much pain she couldn't breathe.

"Xu Qing..."

Luo Qianyu got up from the ground.

She didn't even bother to wipe the tears from her face.

She didn't even care that she was still wearing the silk pajamas with SpongeBob SquarePants printed on them.

She has only one thought right now.

Go see him!

I must see him right away!

Tell him that the "brother" is fake!

Tell him that all that "festering" and "hair loss" stuff is bullshit!

Tell him you're perfectly fine, you haven't even caught a cold!

Tell him that she missed him very much this year!

Luo Qianyu rushed to the entrance and grabbed the car keys.

Those were the keys to her limited edition Ferrari.

To avoid paparazzi, she never dares to drive this car out.

But today.

Screw the paparazzi!

Screw the top stars!

Screw Sister Hong!

The old lady quit!

Luo Qianyu pushed open the villa's door.

The night breeze blew in, making her thin nightgown flutter loudly.

Without the slightest hesitation, she jumped barefoot into the car.

boom--

The deafening roar of the engines instantly shattered the tranquility of the Cloud Top Palace villa area.

The red sports car, like a bolt of lightning, carrying its owner's anger and regret, sped wildly out of the gate.

They headed straight for the studio called "Rising Star".

"Xu Qing, you just wait!"

Luo Qianyu gripped the steering wheel and floored the accelerator.

"If you dare to commit suicide for that dead fake 'Little Fish'."

"I'll really die right now!"