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

The surveillance footage from the garden shows a figure wrapped in a black down jacket crouching as they cross the lawn.

He carried a huge violin case on his back. The way he ran looked like a weasel that had stolen a chicken.

The study on the second floor of the main building of the Luo family villa.

Luo Tianxiong, dressed in silk pajamas, sat in a leather swivel chair and dragged the video to the side door angle.

The surveillance footage clearly captured the entire process of his daughter entering the password and pushing open the door.

The scene then cuts to the entrance of the collection room.

Luo Qianyu pushed open the door and stayed inside for four minutes. When she went in, the violin case was empty, but when she came out, it was bulging.

Luo Tianxiong's temple throbbed twice.

He dragged the screen to the back door.

He had already heard that sound three times.

In the surveillance footage, Luo Qianyu, clutching her violin case, uttered those words—

"But my boyfriend's piano string broke."

Luo Tianxiong slammed the mouse on the table.

He didn't care about Qin.

The dozens of items in that collection room add up to tens of millions of yuan, but Luo Tianxiong doesn't lack that kind of money.

What pained him was the word "boyfriend".

What angered him was that his daughter had climbed over the wall into his house in the middle of the night to steal things, and then ran away with a straight face.

What's even more infuriating is her reason for stealing.

It's not that I'm short of money. It's not that I'm homesick and just wanted to grab something.

It was a gift for a brat he'd never even met.

Luo Tianxiong grew angrier the more he thought about it.

He grabbed the phone from the table.

"Old Zhou!"

Three seconds later, the butler pushed the door open and came in.

Old Zhou stood in front of the desk with his neck hunched over.

Luo Tianxiong's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Did you stop them?

Old Zhou nodded.

"We stopped them."

Luo Tianxiong stared at him.

"Why did she run away after we stopped her?"

Old Zhou looked troubled.

"The young lady runs too fast."

Luo Tianxiong slammed his hand on the table.

"She runs fast, why don't you chase her?"

Old Zhou paused for a moment.

"I chased after her. But I couldn't catch her. The young lady is young, while I'm fifty-six this year."

Luo Tianxiong glared at Lao Zhou for ten seconds.

Finally, he leaned back heavily in his chair. His hands gripped the armrests, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Which violin is she holding?

"The seventh one. Brazilian rosewood."

Luo Tianxiong closed his eyes.

"The one with three in the world?"

"Yes."

Luo Tianxiong's chest heaved twice.

He broke into his own house in the middle of the night and stole his own belongings.

They didn't even go inside after stealing it.

He would rather whine and plead with the housekeeper than go home for a meal and call him "Dad".

Luo Tianxiong held his breath for a long time.

"check."

Who is that boyfriend?

"Investigate this thoroughly for me."

Old Zhou nodded and was about to leave.

"etc."

Old Zhou turned around.

Luo Tianxiong hesitated for a few seconds.

"Does she look...fatter or thinner?"

Old Zhou thought about it.

"It's hard to tell from being wrapped in a down jacket. But he looks well, and his voice is strong. He also runs fast."

Luo Tianxiong waved his hand.

"Alright, get lost."

Old Zhou left.

The study door closed.

Luo Tianxiong sat alone in a chair, watching the surveillance footage of his daughter's figure disappearing at the end of the garden.

He cursed.

"You brat."

After cursing, he sighed.

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5:20 a.m.

The sixteenth floor of Jinxiu Garden.

Luo Qianyu inserted the key into the combination lock. The door opened, revealing a completely dark living room.

She changed into slippers and tiptoed inside.

She walked to the sofa, took the violin case off her back, and gently placed it on the carpet.

The zipper is halfway open.

"What are you doing?"

The study light came on.

Luo Qianyu was so frightened that she almost kicked over her violin case.

Xu Qing stood at the study door, wearing a coat. Her hair was a mess from sleeping, and her eyes were still blurry.

Where did you go in the middle of the night?

Luo Qianyu quickly squatted down and zipped up the zipper.

"Nowhere. I went for a walk."

Xu Qing glanced at her down jacket and sneakers.

"Taking a walk at five in the morning? Carrying a violin case?"

Luo Qianyu hid the violin case behind her back.

"It's not a violin case. It's a yoga mat."

Xu Qing's gaze fell on the bag, which was clearly shaped like a guitar.

"Which yoga mat has this shape?"

Luo Qianyu gave up struggling.

She unzipped the zipper and took out the guitar with both hands.

"Here you go!"

Xu Qing looked down at the zither in her hand.

The body is dark brown. It's made of rosewood. The curve of the neck is clearly very sophisticated.

However, there are several sandpaper marks on the instrument.

There was a pink clownfish sticker on the headstock of the instrument.

Xu Qing took the guitar.

The moment my fingers touched the body of the instrument, a warm, smooth wooden sensation washed over me.

This feel is so familiar.

He's been playing the piano for almost ten years. The difference between a good piano and an ordinary one is immediately apparent.

The system kept popping up in my mind—

[Host detected holding a musical instrument: Brazilian rosewood A-grade top handmade guitar, luthier Carlos Antonio, limited to three worldwide, current market valuation—]

Xu Qing mentally shut down the system.

He turned the instrument over. The brand logo inside the soundhole was mostly covered by a clownfish sticker, but half of a handwritten signature was still visible at the edge.

Xu Qing didn't say anything.

He placed the violin upright on his lap and plucked a string with his right hand.

The tone emanated from the instrument's body. It was rich, full, and impeccably clean.

It's on a completely different level from his old violin.

Luo Qianyu nervously rubbed her hands together.

"How is it?"

Xu Qing plucked two more strings.

"It's alright."

Luo Qianyu was getting anxious.

"Not bad? Listen more carefully!"

Xu Qing calmly turned the instrument over. He ran his fingers over the sandpaper scratches.

Where did you get this instrument?

Luo Qianyu had already prepared the lines.

"It belongs to a friend of mine's ex-boyfriend."

"They broke up for good."

"I don't want that scumbag anymore, so I'll take him."

Xu Qing looked at her.

"Your friend's ex-boyfriend's."

"right."

We broke up.

"Um."

"The scumbag's piano."

"Extremely scummy."

Xu Qing looked down at the crooked sandpaper marks on the instrument.

There's a scratch that's clearly worn off. There's also a faint nail mark next to it.

The person who was being tortured hesitated for a long time. They felt heartbroken for a long time. In the end, they still gritted their teeth and persevered.

Xu Qing held the zither in her arms.

"That jerk has good taste."

Luo Qianyu was stunned for a moment.

"Right? This zither is quite beautiful, isn't it?"

Xu Qing hummed in agreement.

"It's just that this sticker is a bit ugly."

Luo Qianyu immediately exploded.

"Ugly? What do you mean, ugly? It's a clownfish! It's cute, okay?!"

"You dare to tear it off!"

Xu Qing raised her hands.

"If you don't tear it, don't tear it."

He turned the guitar around and casually plucked a chord on the strings.

The melody flowed through the quiet living room.

It's more than ten times better than his old violin.

Luo Qianyu sat down on the sofa, resting her head on Xu Qing's shoulder.

"Does it sound good?"

Xu Qing's fingers didn't stop.

"The zither is nice."

"So, do you like it?"

Xu Qing paused for a moment.

He looked at the pink clownfish sticker on the piano.

"like."

Luo Qianyu took a piece of apple from the coffee table and took a bite.

"Play a song."

"What are you playing?"

"Play the song 'Quietly' from last night."