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

"No," Luo Qianyu said calmly. "Normal amount."

Xu Qing picked up the soup bowl and took a sip.

The soup was also salty.

He put down the soup bowl and looked at Luo Qianyu across from him, whose face seemed to say, "I did it on purpose, what can you do about it?"

"Two dishes and a soup, all with salt levels exceeding the recommended limit by three times. This isn't a mistake; it's premeditated."

Luo Qianyu turned her head away from him.

"Don't eat it if it's salty."

Xu Qing didn't say anything.

Pick up your chopsticks and continue eating.

Eat it bite by bite.

I finished the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I ate most of the vegetables. I drank two-thirds of the soup.

Luo Qianyu initially turned her head away from him, but Xu Qing's eating sounds were so steady that she couldn't help but secretly turn back for a glance.

The food is almost gone.

"Why are you still eating?" she asked softly.

"You did it."

Three words.

Luo Qianyu pursed her lips.

She lowered her head and stared at the barely touched rice in her bowl.

After a long while, she said in a muffled voice, "I'll add salt as usual tomorrow."

"what ever."

After finishing the meal.

Xu Qing washes the dishes.

Luo Qianyu stood at the kitchen doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.

"You really aren't going to get involved in that video?"

Xu Qing put the bowl back on the dish rack and wiped her hands.

"Tube."

"How should we manage it?"

"That fly will disappear tomorrow."

Luo Qianyu waited for three seconds.

"That's it? Just one sentence, 'It will disappear'? Tell me, how will it disappear?"

Xu Qing walked over and reached out to rub the top of her head as she passed by.

Trust me.

Luo Qianyu's head was ruffled.

She stood at the kitchen doorway for two seconds, then reached out and fixed her hair.

"...You never help me fix it after you've finished massaging it."

Xu Qing had already entered the study.

The door closed very quietly.

Luo Qianyu stood there, looking at the closed door.

She looked down at her hands.

She did add an extra spoonful of salt to every dish while cooking.

They put it away with a clear conscience.

I feel a little guilty now that I think about it.

She went to the living room, picked up the two cushions she had thrown on the floor, dusted them off, and put them back on the sofa.

Then I picked up my phone and clicked on the homepage of the internet celebrity "Bambi the Deer" again.

"So be it," she muttered to herself, placing her phone face down on the table.

I flipped it over and took another look.

"...He is indeed of average appearance."

The phone was put back down.

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In the study.

Xu Qing sat in front of the computer, with a novel document on the left and a WeChat chat interface on the right.

Ma Dongteng sent a message.

"I saw it trending. It's Star Emperor's doing. What are your plans?"

Xu Qing typed a few words.

"That internet celebrity is an actress; she'll be exposed within three days. Have your legal team prepare evidence of defamation."

"What about the surveillance video?"

"I have the full version of that video. The entire process of me saving her, including who arranged it at the party and who was present, is clearly captured by the surveillance camera."

Ma Dongteng replied with "OK".

Then she posted another message: "So you even kept a backup of the surveillance footage from three years ago?"

Xu Qing did not reply to this message.

He closed the chat window and scrolled to the last line of the novel document.

The cursor blinked a few times.

He typed a line of text, then deleted it.

Replay.

Outside the window, the city lights up.

The study door was pushed open a crack.

Luo Qianyu poked her head in.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

Will that fly really disappear tomorrow?

"real."

"Swear it."

I don't swear.

Luo Qianyu stared at him.

Xu Qing turned around and glanced at her.

Go to sleep.

Luo Qianyu pulled her head back, and the door closed again.

Three seconds later, the door opened again.

"The food was definitely too salty today."

"I know."

"I'll make you something sweet tomorrow as compensation."

"Don't make it anymore." Xu Qing didn't even turn her head. "You put half a pound of sugar in your sweet dishes. I'm afraid I'll get diabetes."

There was a two-second silence outside the door.

Then a hum came from behind.

The door is closed.

It didn't open this time.

Xu Qing looked at the screen and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Then I continued typing.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The study on the third floor of the Luo family villa in the northern suburbs of Beijing.

Luo Tianxiong sat behind a mahogany desk, wearing a velvet bathrobe, with reading glasses perched on his nose and a half-cup of Pu'er tea in his right hand.

The tablet computer sits in the center of the table, its screen displaying Weibo's trending topics.

He spent half an hour looking at those three trending topics repeatedly.

I watched the surveillance video, read the articles from the marketing accounts, and even watched the video of that internet celebrity crying.

Luo Tianxiong put down his teacup and took off his reading glasses.

"stupid."

He commented on a single word.

He wasn't scolding his daughter. He was scolding Wang Jianguo.

This level of smear campaigning is so bad that even a PR intern at the Luo Family Group wouldn't bother using it. The editing is rough, the pacing is chaotic, and the fillers on the so-called "ex-girlfriend's" face are practically overflowing the screen.

But being stupid doesn't mean being useless.

In the realm of public opinion, things have nothing to do with truth or falsehood, but everything to do with speed. When three trending topics appear simultaneously, coupled with hundreds of online troll accounts cross-referencing them, ordinary netizens can't distinguish between truth and falsehood.

By the time the bullets have all been fired, their reputation is already ruined.

There was a knock on the study door.

The housekeeper, Old Zhou, wearing a gray vest, pushed open the door and came in, carrying a brown paper document bag.

"Sir, here is what you requested."

Luo Tianxiong took the file bag, opened it, and took out the materials inside.

A4 paper, twelve pages.

The cover has four characters printed on it: Star Emperor Entertainment.

The line below in small print reads: Asset and Liability Investigation Report and Equity Pledge Investigation Report.

Luo Tianxiong turned two pages.

"Um."

Old Zhou stood to the side waiting.

Luo Tianxiong closed the document and tapped the table with his knuckles.

"Thirty percent of the shares were pledged to Dingfeng Fund, and the remaining fifteen percent were used as collateral for financing. The cash flow on the books won't last more than two quarters."

Old Zhou added, "Penguin Music sued them for copyright infringement. If they lose, the compensation plus the loan that the fund company is demanding early repayment will be enough to make their lives miserable."

Luo Tianxiong threw the materials back onto the table.

"Don't move yet."

Old Zhou bowed slightly.

Luo Tianxiong leaned back in his chair, his gaze falling on his daughter's name on the tablet screen.

"That guy surnamed Xu—how much have you found out since the night he stole the guitar from our house?"

"What we found is similar to what we reported last time. He donated all his public income and didn't keep a penny for himself. He lived in a basement for more than three years. People in the online literature and music circles know him, but very few have actually seen him in person."

"And his personality?"

Old Zhou thought about it.

"Protecting one's own."

Luo Tianxiong snorted.

"It's good to protect your own."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Let's see how he handles this."

Old Zhou waited for two seconds.

"What if—"

"If he can't protect him," Luo Tianxiong put down his cup, his voice low, "I'll teach Wang Jianguo a lesson."

Old Zhou nodded and left.

The study fell silent.

Luo Tianxiong put his reading glasses back on, picked up the tablet, and scrolled down to the comment section below the surveillance video.

The first comment read: "What right does someone like Luo Qianyu have to sing songs about the bright moon and gentle breeze?"

Luo Tianxiong stared at the comment for a few seconds.

Then he placed the tablet face down on the table and picked up his teacup.

"Not qualified?"

He was talking to himself.

"Whose songs my daughter wants to sing is none of your business!"

......