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

Luo Qianyu's tears streamed down her face.

Why are you crying?

"I didn't cry."

"Your face is like two rivers."

"That's sweat."

"The location where you sweat is quite unique."

Luo Qianyu did not respond.

Luo Qianyu looked at Xu Qing's face.

The light shone on Xu Qing's profile, revealing a hint of weariness in her eyes and brows, yet also her usual relaxed demeanor. Xu Qing seemed never to panic, always believing that things were no big deal.

But Luo Qianyu knew that Xu Qing was actually more tired than anyone else.

They just never say it.

Luo Qianyu reached out and hugged Xu Qing's neck.

Xu Qing paused for a moment.

"You do it—"

Luo Qianyu lowered her head and pressed her lips directly against hers.

There was no warning.

Xu Qing was stunned for two seconds.

Luo Qianyu's lips pressed against Xu Qing's lips; they tasted salty, the taste of tears. The kiss was hasty and clumsy; their noses bumped together, and the angle was ridiculously off.

But Luo Qianyu didn't care.

Luo Qianyu poured all the words she couldn't say into this kiss.

Two seconds later.

Xu Qing raised his hand and held Luo Qianyu's head.

Xu Qing adjusted her angle to avoid the two people's noses colliding.

Then he carefully gnawed it back.

The living room lights were on.

The curtains weren't drawn.

The city outside is still awake, its neon lights flashing.

A long time passed.

Luo Qianyu released Xu Qing, her forehead touching Xu Qing's. Their breaths mingled, warm and mingled.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"From now on, you must tell me before transferring money."

"You already said that."

"I'll say it again," Luo Qianyu stared into Xu Qing's eyes, "and next time, leave 10,000."

"Five thousand."

"Ten thousand."

"Eight thousand."

"Ten thousand. No bargaining."

Xu Qing looked at Luo Qianyu's red eyes and stubborn expression, and his lips twitched slightly.

"OK."

Luo Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Luo Qianyu realized that her actions just now were too proactive, and her face flushed instantly.

Luo Qianyu bounced away from Xu Qing's embrace, sat on the other side of the sofa, and hugged a cushion to cover her face.

Don't look at me.

"You didn't tell me not to look when you kissed me just now."

"Shut up."

Xu Qing stood up, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and came back to hand it to Luo Qianyu.

"Drink some water. You've been crying for a while and you're dehydrated."

Luo Qianyu reached out a hand from behind the cushion, took the water glass, and took two gulps.

Then it shrank back.

Xu Qing sat back on the sofa and picked up her phone to take a look.

The video "Saying Goodbye" has already surpassed 400 million views.

The comments section is still refreshing rapidly.

Xu Qing swiped twice, locked the screen, and placed the phone face down on the coffee table.

She turned her head and glanced at Luo Qianyu, who was huddled behind a cushion.

"How long do you plan to live behind the cushion?"

"I'm not coming out."

Good night.

Xu Qing stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Luo Qianyu peeked half her face out from behind the cushion.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"What happened to the boy in that story?"

Xu Qing paused at the bedroom door.

"Later, he found a talking fish."

"and then?"

"Then that fish complained every day that his cooking was too salty."

A cushion flew over.

Xu Qing dodged to the side, and the pillow hit the door frame and bounced to the floor.

"You really should work on your arm strength."

"roll."

Xu Qing went into the bedroom and closed the door.

Luo Qianyu sat on the sofa, staring at the door, her face still red.

Luo Qianyu lowered her head and touched her lips.

Hot.

"...She's quite good at kissing." Luo Qianyu muttered softly.

Then I got up to wash up.

-

The following days were peaceful.

"Say Goodbye" continued to dominate the charts, with its play count exceeding one billion within a week, breaking the record set by the Tencent Music platform since its inception.

Ma Dongteng was delighted as he looked at the backend data; Tencent Music's stock price had risen by 11%.

After reading the comments section of the song at home, Luo Tianxiong took a sip of tea and said to the butler, "This kid does have some talent."

In the Luo family's evaluation system, this sentence carries great weight.

Old Zhou took out his notebook and added a note after Xu Qing's page: "Potential son-in-law, under observation."

Xu Qing continued writing songs and composing lyrics as usual.

Luo Qianyu continues to follow her work as usual, bickers with Xu Qing, and is criticized for her cooking skills.

Life goes on as usual.

The only difference is.

Luo Qianyu has been restless lately.

This is because Xu Qing's depressing novel, "Goodbye," serialized under the pen name "Emotion," is about to reach its finale.

This book was serialized for more than half a year and tells the story of an ordinary girl struggling to survive in the city.

The female protagonist starts with nothing and stumbles her way up. She makes friends, falls in love, and finally sees a glimmer of hope.

But given Xu Qing's nature—all beautiful things usually don't have a good ending before the final outcome arrives.

Luo Qianyu has been staying up late for three consecutive nights to catch up on the latest chapters.

After watching it on the first day, she threw two pillows.

The next day, after watching it, she sat alone in the living room and cried for twenty minutes.

After watching it on the third day, she sent Xu Qing a message on WeChat using Patrick Star's profile picture.

Patrick Star: [Hello, Emotional Teacher. I'm a loyal reader of yours. I'd like to kindly inform you that if the main character dies in the finale, I'll try to find you online.]

Xu Qing was sitting in the study three meters away.

He looked at the message on his phone, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Xu Qing: [Threats from readers are illegal.]

Patrick: [I don't care.]

Patrick Star: [The female lead finally met someone who treats her well, and you're going to let her die in the finale!]

Patrick: [I'll buy ten kitchen knives and send them to you.]

Patrick Star: [Believe it or not.]

Xu Qing put down her phone and looked at the blinking cursor on the computer screen.

The final chapter's manuscript is already half-written.

He looked down at the half-closed door to the study.

The sound of Luo Qianyu turning over came from the living room, along with a muffled sniffle.

Xu Qing touched his chin.

He suddenly realized an extremely serious problem.

The ending of this novel—

The female protagonist will indeed die.

And the world's most hated, most insane reader is sleeping right next to him.

They even knew his Wi-Fi password and which drawer he kept his kitchen knife in.

Xu Qing stared at the screen, lost in deep thought.