Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

On the ring road of Linhai City, a red afterimage tore through the night.

This globally limited-edition supercar is currently roaring like a beast, with the hands on the dial jumping wildly, already approaching the redline.

The wind blew in through the open car window, turning her carefully maintained long hair into a bird's nest.

But she couldn't care less about any of that.

All she wants to do right now is kill.

Kill that woman named Sister Hong.

"Full body ulcers?"

Luo Qianyu overtook the car while roaring at the air.

"Hair loss?"

"Sister Hong, are you sick?!"

"I spend millions on full-body treatments every year, even my heels are so soft you could squeeze water out of them, and you actually told him they're rotten?"

Tears welled up uncontrollably.

The wind blew it all over my face.

She raised her hand and wiped it haphazardly.

The memories of that year were like a rusty saw, tearing back and forth in her mind.

She had just become famous at that time.

Hongjie told her that in order to gain a foothold, she had to sever all romantic relationships.

Sister Hong said, "Leave it to me, I'll handle it gracefully."

Luo Qianyu believed it.

What she considered dignified was a peaceful breakup, an incompatibility of personalities, or wishing you well.

Who would have thought that Sister Hong's so-called dignity would mean letting her "die" on the spot?

They even fabricated such a vicious and desperate way of dying.

They even created a bizarre "older brother".

"No wonder..."

Luo Qianyu choked up, her vision blurring.

"No wonder you haven't contacted me at all this year."

"No wonder your phone number is no longer in service."

"Xu Qing, you big idiot."

"I'm already so 'rotten,' what are you still thinking about?"

"Can't you just get a new girlfriend?"

A slow-moving truck appeared ahead.

Luo Qianyu showed no sign of slowing down.

She jerked the steering wheel.

The red Ferrari traced a breathtaking S-curve on the highway, narrowly missing the bumper of a truck.

The truck driver was so frightened that he kept honking his horn and cursing.

Luo Qianyu turned a deaf ear.

Xu Qing, clutching his broken guitar, stood in the shadows and said he had been wandering for the past year.

He said he took her soul to Dali and saw Erhai Lake.

The once spirited young man who claimed he would write a masterpiece was tormented by this lie until he was no longer human.

And what about her?

What is she doing?

She was holding concerts, walking the red carpet, and enjoying the glory of being the center of attention.

She was drinking red wine in the villa, complaining about why Xu Qing wasn't replying to her messages.

Even a message that insults her would be fine.

"I deserve to die."

Luo Qianyu bit her lip until she tasted the blood.

The car entered the city.

The dazzling neon lights are bizarre and surreal.

On a skyscraper by the roadside, a huge LED screen is broadcasting "Rising Star".

On the screen.

Xu Qing was looking down, her fingers pressing on the strings.

That was a close-up shot.

Even from this distance, Luo Qianyu could clearly see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and the weariness etched into his very bones.

He looked so lonely.

The surrounding area was filled with the cheers of millions of people and dazzling lights.

But he was like an isolated island abandoned by the world.

Luo Qianyu's heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the asphalt, emitting a wisp of blue smoke.

The cars behind almost rear-ended each other, and horns blared incessantly.

Luo Qianyu parked the car on the emergency lane.

She stared intently at the big screen.

Xu Qing on the screen is about to start singing.

That was a song she had never heard before.

"fingerprint".

Luo Qianyu gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white.

Just drive for another twenty minutes.

She could rush into the studio.

She could rush onto the stage, grab the microphone, and tell Xu Qing that she was not dead.

She could hug him, kiss him hard, and prove to the whole world that the "brother" was talking nonsense.

but.

and then?

Reason comes to the fore.

She is Luo Qianyu.

She is a top-tier female celebrity with tens of millions of fans.

If she were to rush in now, wearing pajamas and barefoot.

What will be the headline tomorrow?

"Top female idol suffers mental breakdown and disrupts talent show"?

"Luo Qianyu is actually a scumbag who faked her death and deceived people's feelings"

Most importantly, it's Xu Qing.

He just moved the entire internet with his deeply affectionate persona.

If everyone discovers that all of this is fake.

He discovers that the "deceased wife" who caused him unbearable pain is actually a lively and successful celebrity in the entertainment industry.

What will the public say?

They would say Xu Qing is a fraud.

It's said that he and Luo Qianyu were colluding to create hype.

They said he was using the dead to gain sympathy.

Those viewers who were just shedding tears for him will instantly turn into the most vicious trolls.

His talent and his singing will be drowned out by the endless stream of insults.

He will be destroyed.

Completely destroyed.

"no……"

Luo Qianyu released the steering wheel and slumped into the seat.

"You can't go in like this."

"At least not now."

She is not afraid of being disgraced.

She was afraid that Xu Qing would be hurt again.

That fool has already suffered enough.

Luo Qianyu sniffed, forcing herself to calm down.

She needs to clean up this mess without ruining Xu Qing.

She needs power.

It requires absolute power that can suppress all public opinion and control the situation.

In this circle, Sister Hong truly has connections and influence.

But in front of that person.

Sister Hong is just an employee.

With trembling hands, Luo Qianyu opened the glove compartment in front of the passenger seat.

It was crammed with all sorts of traffic tickets and cosmetic samples.

She found a cell phone at the very bottom.

It was an old-fashioned black mobile phone.

It's out of power and shut down.

Luo Qianyu hurriedly found the car charger and plugged it in.

The screen lights up.

The boot animation seemed unusually long.

Luo Qianyu stared at the screen, her fingers tapping nervously on her lap.

at last.

The signal bars are full.

She opened her contacts.

There is only one number inside.

The note contains only one simple word: 【Dad】.

Luo Qianyu looked at that word, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

three years ago.

To prove herself, she had a huge fight with her family.

She vowed that she would make a name for herself and would never spend a penny of her family's money.

She sealed the card away, changed the number, and even changed her stage name.

Over the past three years.

She has eaten instant noodles, lived in a basement, had her gigs stolen, and been splashed with dirty water.

She gritted her teeth and persevered.

She thought she had won.

The results of it?

She lost miserably.

She couldn't even protect the person she loved most.

They even became his accomplices who hurt him the most.

Luo Qianyu pressed the call button.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The long wait continued.

Each sound felt like a blow to her heart.

It's 11 p.m. now.

Based on that person's schedule, they should still be in their study processing documents or attending a multinational conference.

The phone rang for a long time.

Just as Luo Qianyu thought no one was answering and was about to hang up.

The call was connected.

"Feed".

A deep, steady male voice came from behind.

It carried the air of authority that comes from someone who has long held a high position.

"Who is it?"

Luo Qianyu opened her mouth.

My throat feels like it's blocked with cotton.

"it's me."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

There was a full five seconds of silence.

then.

The authoritative voice suddenly became somewhat hurried, even carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"Shallowly?"

"Is that you, Qianqian?"

Luo Qianyu could no longer hold back.

All the grievances and regrets burst forth at this moment.

"dad……"

She burst into tears while looking into her phone.

"Dad, I've been bullied."

"Waaaaah..."