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

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A wine glass fell off the coffee table, spilling red wine all over the floor.

Broken glass shards splashed onto Wang Jianguo's leather shoes, but he didn't look down.

"waste."

The assistant stood beside him, not daring to utter a sound.

Wang Jianguo stared at the overall rankings on the screen, his right eyelid twitching three times.

"Where's the access point? Didn't they say it was all set up?"

My phone rang. It was a message from the copyright director.

"Your account has been locked. Tencent Music's technical security department has taken over the control panel."

Wang Jianguo gripped his phone tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

He slowly sat back on the sofa, watching the two masked people on the screen being drowned out by the audience's applause.

First place.

Overall, it ranks first.

The first place that crushed Suman.

He spent how much money signing Chen Che, how much money paving the way for Su Man, how much money bribing the judges—it all went down the drain.

He picked up another glass, filled it with wine, and took a big gulp.

"check."

How did Penguin Music know that the control panel had been tampered with?

The assistant nodded, trembling.

"And that sound engineer, make him disappear tonight."

The assistant nodded again.

Wang Jianguo put down his wine glass, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes for a moment.

..........

"Coral Sea" garnered over 200 million views within four hours of its release.

The hashtag "Bluebird Flying Fish" remained in the top three of the trending searches and wouldn't come down.

Meanwhile, Star Emperor Entertainment's stock price plummeted by 7% in the last half hour before the market closed.

Wang Jianguo sat in his office, staring at the red downward curve on the screen, not even noticing the cigarette burning his fingers.

"Bring the public relations department in."

Three minutes later, the public relations director stood in front of him.

"I don't care what methods you use." Wang Jianguo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Within three days, I'll ruin Luo Qianyu's reputation."

The PR director hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Wang, Luo Qianyu is currently riding a strong momentum; if we confront her head-on—"

"Who gave you the right to be so head-on?"

Wang Jianguo opened his phone's photo album, found a video, and threw it on the table.

The footage shows CCTV footage from a drinking party. Luo Qianyu, wearing a dress, runs out of a private room looking flustered. Immediately afterward, a man with messy hair, an unshaven beard, and wrinkled clothes grabs her hand and pulls her out.

"This photo was taken when she first signed with our company. It doesn't matter who the man is, what matters is—what he looks like."

The PR director glanced at the man's appearance in the video and understood.

"Cut out the cause and effect, leaving only this part. Then find a few marketing accounts to craft the story."

Wang Jianguo leaned back in his chair.

"Also, find an internet celebrity, the good-looking kind. Have her come out and say she's Mingyue Qingfeng's ex-girlfriend, the more pitiful the better, preferably crying while she says it."

"What if Mingyue and Qingfeng refute the rumors—"

"Whether he refutes the rumors or not is irrelevant." Wang Jianguo's voice turned cold. "In the arena of public opinion, whoever speaks first gains the advantage. By the time he realizes what's happening, Luo Qianyu's reputation will already be ruined."

The PR director nodded and left.

Wang Jianguo picked up the whiskey on the table, poured half a glass, and downed it in one gulp.

"Little brat," he muttered to himself, "You think you can arm wrestle with me just because you won one match?"

-

Noon the next day.

The trending topics exploded.

#Luo Qianyu was taken away by a mysterious man at a late-night drinking party#

#The truth behind the Bluebird mask? Insider reveals#

#Mingyue Qingfeng's ex-girlfriend speaks out in tears#

Three trending topics simultaneously climbed into the top ten within two hours.

The edited surveillance video went viral on various platforms. In the footage, Luo Qianyu stumbled out of the private room, and then a man who looked like a homeless man grabbed her and dragged her away.

Accompanying the video is a long article titled "The Unknown Side of Luo Qianyu".

The article uses a lot of subtle and euphemistic language, turning "being forced to go to a drinking party by her agent" into "actively going to high-end private parties," and interpreting the scene of Xu Qing saving people as "walking with a mysterious, slovenly man late at night, with an ambiguous relationship."

The online trolls in the comments section were already in place.

"So, this is the man behind the Bluebird Flying Fish mask?"

"No wonder he doesn't dare to take off his mask; this appearance is truly unacceptable."

"Hiring a ghostwriter to sing for you? The entertainment industry is truly chaotic."

"Her song 'Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze' was probably obtained through other means, those who know, know."

At the same time, a plastic surgery influencer named "Bambi" posted a long video.

In the video, her makeup was exquisite, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice trembled.

"I don't want to stay silent anymore. Three years ago, I was with Mingyue Qingfeng. He said he would treat me well for the rest of his life, but what happened? After he became famous, he dumped me and wouldn't even answer my calls. I'm not trying to ride on his coattails; I just want everyone to know that this person isn't as good as you think."

At the end of the video, she cried for more than ten seconds in front of the camera.

The most upvoted comment below is: "I feel sorry for the sister. All scumbags look the same."

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3 PM.

Luo Qianyu sat on the living room sofa, her phone screen brightness turned up to the maximum, her expression growing increasingly grim.

She started browsing Weibo at noon, and it's been three hours now.

She watched the surveillance video.

She read the comments from online trolls.

She watched the internet celebrity's tearful video twice.

The first time, I was angry.

She watched it a second time because the internet celebrity was indeed quite good-looking, so she watched it again.

Then she slapped her phone on the sofa, got up, went to the balcony, took three deep breaths, came back, and threw two cushions on the ground.

"What a load of bull!"

The study door opened.

Xu Qing walked out carrying a water cup and glanced at the cushion on the ground.

"Are you practicing shot put?"

"Check Weibo yourself."

Xu Qing walked over with a cup in his hand and glanced at her phone.

Surveillance video. Finished watching, put it down.

A long article from a marketing account. I read the beginning and scrolled away.

A video of an internet celebrity crying and complaining. I watched for three seconds and then exited.

"Finished watching?" Luo Qianyu asked, hands on her hips.

"I've finished watching it."

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"It's pretty rough. The editing is poor, and the transitions aren't done well."

"I'm not talking about editing!" Luo Qianyu raised her voice. "Someone said they're your ex-girlfriend!"

Xu Qing put down the cup and looked at her.

"Do you think someone like me would have an ex-girlfriend?"

Luo Qianyu choked for a moment.

Rationally speaking, Xu Qing's lifestyle before he met her—living in a basement, eating instant noodles, wearing tattered jackets, and not taking care of his hair and beard for a year—didn't really meet the basic requirements for dating.

But reason is one thing, emotion is another.

"That internet celebrity is quite pretty," Luo Qianyu said sullenly.

"It was done."

How do you know it's plastic surgery?

"The ratio between the nasal base and the tear trough is incorrect."

Luo Qianyu stared at him, her expression complex.

"You actually analyzed her face seriously?"

Xu Qing realized she had fallen into a trap.

"...I just glanced at it."

"You can tell the nasal base with just a glance? Do you often scan other girls' faces?"

"Luo Qianyu, your logic is flawed."

"My logic is sound; it's yours that's flawed."

Luo Qianyu snatched the phone back, sat back on the sofa, and continued scrolling through Weibo. The more she scrolled, the uglier her expression became.

Xu Qing looked at the back of her head, which was puffed up in anger, and her lips twitched slightly.

He didn't say anything. He turned and went back to his study.

-

Six p.m.

Luo Qianyu prepared two dishes and a soup and served them on the table.

It looks pretty good. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and seaweed and egg drop soup.

Xu Qing sat down, picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and put it in her mouth.

I chewed it twice.

The movement stopped.

He picked up another bite of vegetables.

I chewed it.

Put down your chopsticks.

"Luo Qianyu".

"Um?"

Did you pour half a bag of salt into the dish?