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

Luo Qianyu stared at the green "Upload successful" message on the computer screen, frozen in place.

She picked up her phone, opened Weibo, and clicked on the emotional serial homepage.

The title of the latest chapter is prominently displayed—

Goodbye. Finale - Spring - Living.

The comments section has exploded.

The pinned comment has over 80,000 likes: 【I cried for forty minutes. Emotional counselor, are you even human? You brought her back to life? You really brought her back to life??? I want to bow down to you!!!】

The comments below are all filled with crying emojis and exclamation marks.

The fish flipped over one by one.

"She finally doesn't have to rush anymore." — When I saw this sentence, I cried so hard in the company restroom that I was breathless. My colleague at the next desk thought I had been laid off.

[The Emotional Counselor changed the ending!!! He actually changed it!!! I don't care if you believe it or not, I now believe in miracles.]

Wait a minute, isn't Emotion Teacher known for his angst? When did he start writing happy endings? Was he turned gay by someone? (Referring to his writing style)

[Who turned him gay? (Not referring to his creative direction)]

After reading the last comment, Luo Qianyu's phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the carpet.

The small plastic knife also rolled to the side of the chair leg.

The study was very quiet.

Xu Qing sat in the chair, looking at her.

Luo Qianyu stood in front of him, tears streaming down her face.

After three or four drops fell, she suddenly smiled.

She was crying and laughing at the same time, her expression a complete mess.

"You're just trying to annoy me."

Xu Qing didn't say anything.

Luo Qianyu wiped her face with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more smudged it became.

"You clearly wrote ending B a long time ago. You clearly wanted her to live. But you insisted on naming that folder 'Death' and putting it on your desktop."

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Xu Qing leaned back in her chair, her expression unchanged.

"It wasn't intentional. I forgot to change the file name."

"Nobody would believe you."

Luo Qianyu's voice was a mixture of sobs and laughter, making it impossible to tell which emotion was dominant.

"You just want to see me panic. You want to see me rush in and fight you to the death. You want to see me—"

She couldn't continue.

Because Xu Qing stood up.

The chair scraped against the floor with a dull thud.

Xu Qing walked up to her, raised his right hand, and used his thumb to wipe away the tear hanging on her left cheek.

Luo Qianyu's words stuck in her throat.

Xu Qing didn't pull his hand back; his palm was pressed against the side of her face, and his thumb slowly traced from her cheekbone to her chin.

Luo Qianyu's breathing paused for a moment.

Xu Qing lowered her head.

There was no warning whatsoever.

Her lips pressed directly against mine.

Luo Qianyu's mind went blank for a moment.

This kiss was unlike any before.

It's not about comforting, responding, or going with the flow.

Xu Qing's hand slid from the side of her face to the back of her neck, grabbed her, and pulled her forward half a step.

Luo Qianyu bumped into his arms, her back hitting the edge of the desk, causing the mouse on the desk to roll to the side.

She instinctively reached out to push him away.

I pushed it, but it wouldn't budge.

Then her hand climbed up Xu Qing's neck.

Only the sound of their breathing remained in the study.

Xu Qing released her lips, pressed her forehead against hers, and their noses touched.

Luo Qianyu's ears turned bright red, and her eyes were still wet.

"you……"

Xu Qing didn't give her a chance to finish speaking.

He put one arm around her waist and reached under her knees with the other, lifting her up in his arms.

Luo Qianyu was so frightened that she clung tightly to his neck.

"Xu Qing, what are you doing!"

"You're barefoot, the floor is cold."

"Then let me put on my slippers—"

"It's too late."

"What's too late?"

Xu Qing did not answer.

He picked her up, turned around, and walked out, using his shoulder to push open the study door.

The hallway lights were off, with only a little light coming in from the living room.

Luo Qianyu buried her face in his shoulder, her heart pounding like crazy.

Xu Qing kicked open the bedroom door.

When Luo Qianyu was placed on the bed, the back of her head sank into the pillow, and her eyes reflected the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Xu Qing propped himself up above her, one hand pressed against the sheet next to her ear.

Luo Qianyu stared into his eyes.

Those eyes were bloodshot—from staying up all night writing the ending.

But beneath those blood streaks lay something she had never seen before.

Luo Qianyu gripped his collar, her knuckles turning white.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

You are not allowed to touch my hair today.

Xu Qing paused for a second.

Then he laughed.

This was the first time Luo Qianyu had ever seen Xu Qing smile like this. It wasn't just a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth; he was genuinely smiling.

"Okay. No need to knead."

Xu Qing lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Then comes the tip of the nose.

Then come the lips.

Luo Qianyu closed her eyes.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and moonlight leaked in through the gaps, falling on the foot of the bed.

The bedroom door slowly closed.

The computer screen in the study was still lit.

The last line of text in Ending B remains there quietly.

"She no longer has to travel."

-

3:47 a.m.

The headquarters of Tencent Music, located in Beijing's Financial Street.

Ma Dongteng is already asleep.

He turned off his computer at 11 p.m., which was unusual for him, and went back to the break room next to the top-floor office. He lay on the folding bed, covered with the blanket provided by the company, and fell into a deep sleep.

The phone rang.

He ignored it.

It rang again.

Still no response.

On the third time, the phone vibrated and fell from under the pillow to the floor.

Ma Dongteng opened his eyes, bent down and groped around for a while before picking it up and taking a look.

The phone call was from the Director of Technical Security.

A phone call at almost 4 a.m. means either the system has crashed or something terrible has happened.

He accepted it.

"explain."

"Mr. Ma, the overseas copyright trading system has triggered a Level 1 anomaly alert."

Ma Dongteng's drowsiness vanished instantly. He sat up and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

Which target?

"A half-finished demo by Mingyue Qingfeng, leaked early on. It was forcibly bought out by an offshore account for an exorbitant price twenty minutes ago."

Ma Dongteng picked up the tablet on the table next to him and turned on the screen.

Which account?

"The one registered in the Cayman Islands. It's the one we marked last time."

Ma Dongteng's hand froze in mid-air.

That same account had acquired the copyrights to three expired singles by Mingyue Qingfeng at a premium over the past two weeks through different shell companies. At the time, he judged that the other party was accumulating resources and that their scheme was not yet fully in place, so he planned to wait for the security department to investigate the beneficiaries before taking action.

Which demo?

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

""moon"."

Ma Dongteng stopped moving.

He stared intently at the transaction records that popped up on the tablet.

Title: "Moon" (Unfinished Demo, Unreleased)

Transaction amount: US$4.2 million.

A half-finished demo that has never been released, for $4.2 million.

At normal market prices, this kind of thing isn't even worth four thousand yuan.

Ma Dongteng opened the transaction details.

The fund flow traces show that the buyer used three layers of shell companies to transfer funds to an offshore trust account in the Cayman Islands. The method was exactly the same as before, but this time the offer was a full thousand times higher than the normal value.

This is not a business transaction.

Ma Dongteng picked up his phone and opened Xu Qing's chat window.

A finger hovers above the screen.

Four o'clock in the morning.

Xu Qing should be asleep by now.

He might not have slept at all. That kid's sleep schedule is nothing like a normal person's.

Ma Dongteng hesitated for three seconds, but still didn't send it.