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

At the same time.

Xu Qing sat in front of the computer in the study. On the right screen was a novel document, and on the left screen was a data monitoring panel.

Real-time data is displayed on the panel.

The dissemination paths of the three trending topics, the registration time of the participating accounts, the distribution of IP addresses, and the tracing of the forwarding chain.

He didn't find this out himself. Ma Dongteng's technical security department pushed the entire set of data over half an hour ago.

Xu Qing stared at the screen for ten minutes.

The internet celebrity named "Bambi the Deer" registered her account 48 hours ago. Twenty minutes before the video was released, three marketing accounts simultaneously posted teaser text. The text templates were identical, and even the typos were in the same place.

It's too rushed.

They arrived so late that there wasn't even time to do the aging process.

Xu Qing opened WeChat and sent a message to Ma Dongteng.

"Have you found out who that influencer's agency is?"

Ma Dongteng replied instantly.

"Found it. Shenghui Culture, the legal representative is Wu Hao, who is a college classmate of the copyright director of Xinghuang."

"Have your legal team prepare to send a lawyer's letter at 10 a.m. tomorrow. It's defamation and commercial defamation. First, sue the internet celebrity and her company, then sue the three marketing accounts that first published the article."

"What about the surveillance video?"

"I have the full version. I was the one who brought her out of the drinking party, and the surveillance footage captured the whole thing. It also includes the part where she was almost forced to be a hostess, and the faces of the people sitting in the private room are clearly visible."

Ma Dongteng replied with "Received".

He then posted another message.

When do you plan to release it?

Xu Qing thought for a moment.

"Let that internet celebrity jump around for another day. The higher they jump, the harder they fall."

"Okay. My legal department starts work at six, so the lawyer's letter can be issued by eight."

Xu Qing closed the chat interface.

He glanced at the data panel again. The readership of the three trending topics was still rising. Over 70% of the reposts were from paid trolls, meaning the participation of real users was actually quite low.

This offensive looks fierce, but its foundation is very weak.

Once the full version of the surveillance footage is released, the entire narrative will instantly reverse.

The problem won't be Luo Qianyu's; it will be Xinghuang Entertainment arranging for its artists to accompany customers for drinks.

Wang Jianguo shot himself in the foot with a rock, and he did it so hard.

Xu Qing shrunk the panel and dragged over the novel document.

The cursor blinked a few times.

He started typing.

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6:40 a.m.

Luo Qianyu woke up.

She rolled over and reached to the side.

The other half of the bed is cold.

She sat up, threw off the covers, and shuffled into the hallway in her slippers.

The study door was half open.

Luo Qianyu stuck her head inside.

Xu Qing was lying on the computer desk, her left hand pressing on the keyboard and her right hand hanging outside the armrest of the chair.

Fell asleep.

The computer screen was still lit. On the left was a novel document, the cursor hovering over the end of a paragraph. On the right—

Luo Qianyu took two steps closer and saw the content on the right-hand screen.

That was a data panel.

She couldn't quite understand the dense data and charts on it, but she recognized a few keywords.

"The spread path of trending topics".

"Marketing account registration time".

"Tracing the IP addresses of online trolls."

Also, the WeChat chat history in the bottom left corner wasn't turned off. The last message was sent by Ma Dongteng, with a timestamp showing 3:17 AM.

"The lawyer's letter has been finalized and will be sent out at 8:00 AM tomorrow."

Luo Qianyu stood in front of the computer, scrolling through the chat history one by one.

From midnight to 3 a.m.

Xu Qing and Ma Dongteng's conversation was very dense.

Investigate the influencer's background. Tracee the source of the marketing accounts. Prepare the full version of the surveillance video. Contact the legal team to draft documents.

More than three hours.

It was all for her.

Luo Qianyu's eyes welled up with tears.

She recalled asking him "how to manage" at the kitchen door last night, and he only said three words.

Trust me.

Then he sat there all night.

Luo Qianyu sniffed.

She tiptoed into the living room, took the gray blanket from the sofa, went back to the study, unfolded it, and covered Xu Qing's back.

Xu Qing shifted slightly when the blanket was draped over her shoulders.

He's not awake.

Luo Qianyu tucked the corners of the blanket in and then left the study.

She went into the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator and rummaged through it for a long time.

Millet, red dates, and a few yams.

Luo Qianyu leaned her phone against the spice rack, opened a short video app, and searched for "how to cook stomach-soothing porridge".

The title of the top-ranked video reads: "Make warm millet porridge in three easy steps, even those with no cooking skills can learn it."

"Clumsy at hand." Luo Qianyu felt targeted whenever she saw those words.

She followed the video step by step.

Rinse the rice. Soak the dates. I almost cut my finger while peeling the yam; it hurt so much I grimaced.

Place the pot on the stove, add water, and turn on the heat.

The video says to simmer over low heat for forty minutes.

Luo Qianyu stood guard in front of the stove.

She stirred it seven or eight times. She tasted it after each stir. On the third stir, she felt the flavor was a bit bland, so she picked up the salt shaker—

His hand was suspended in mid-air.

I thought about what happened last night.

She put the salt shaker back.

Forty minutes later.

The porridge is ready.

It has a golden color, a moderate consistency, and a sweet aroma of red dates.

Luo Qianyu ladled out a bowl and took a bite.

Surprisingly, it didn't go wrong.

She ladled out another bowl and carried both bowls of porridge toward the study.

Xu Qing woke up when she reached the door.

He sat up straight, the blanket on his shoulders slipped halfway down, a few strands of hair stuck up, and his eyes still held the dazed look of someone who had just woken up.

Luo Qianyu stood at the door, holding a bowl of porridge.

"woke up?"

Xu Qing glanced at her, then at the bowl in her hand.

"Did you do this?"

"Um."

"What kind of porridge?"

Millet, red date, and yam porridge.

Xu Qing's gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

"Didn't you put salt in today?"

Luo Qianyu didn't respond.

She placed the two bowls of porridge on the table, then turned around to face Xu Qing.

Xu Qing looked at her.

Luo Qianyu's eyes reddened.

She took a step and sat directly on Xu Qing's lap.

Xu Qing instinctively reached out and touched her waist, causing the chair to slide back a few centimeters.

Luo Qianyu cupped his face in her hands.

Then I lowered my head and kissed him.

Xu Qing didn't move.

Luo Qianyu pressed her lips against his, not hard, but earnestly.

It doesn't mean anything else.

I just wanted to tell him something.

I know you took care of me all night.

A few seconds later, Xu Qing's hand moved from her waist to her back and tightened.

Luo Qianyu released his lips and pressed her forehead against his.

I was so close I could see the bloodshot in his eyes.

Bloodshot eyes from not sleeping all night.

Luo Qianyu's nose started to sting again.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"From now on, no matter how others try to smear me," she said, staring into his eyes, "I will only trust you."

Xu Qing looked at her.

Two seconds passed.

"The porridge is getting cold."

Luo Qianyu was stunned for a moment.

"I'm being serious."

"I'm being serious. You cooked the porridge for forty minutes; it won't taste good once it cools down."

Luo Qianyu glared at him.

How did you know I stayed up for forty minutes?

"I can hear the kitchen exhaust fan coming from here."

Luo Qianyu opened her mouth.

So he woke up a long time ago.

She woke up while she was busy in the kitchen.

"Then why are you pretending to be asleep?"

"Let's see if you blow up the kitchen."

Luo Qianyu got off his lap, picked up the bowl of porridge on the table, and put it in his hand.

"drink."

Xu Qing took the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and put it in her mouth.

Luo Qianyu stared at his expression.

"How is it?"

No salt was added.

"nonsense."

"That's good." Xu Qing scooped up another spoonful. "Do the same tomorrow."

Luo Qianyu's lips curled up slightly.

She picked up her bowl of porridge, sat down on the chair next to her, and took a sip.

Outside the window, the morning sunlight slanted in.

The study was very quiet.

The only sound was the two people drinking porridge.