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

Luo Qianyu turned to the third page with a sullen face.

It was a copy of a business email, but the sender's name was blurred.

The pages are filled with polite business pleasantries, but between the lines lies a cold-blooded greed that preys on people without spitting out the bones.

"I refused on the spot and then completely deleted the core code."

"Is it really completely deleted?"

"They wiped out the ancestral graves directly from the server, and even smashed the three backup hard drives into scrap metal," Xu Qing said softly. "But they have connections everywhere, and they still managed to retain a portion of the incomplete acoustic model."

Luo Qianyu slowly closed the folder.

"And then?"

Xu Qing didn't respond.

The air froze for a full five or six seconds.

"They used that incomplete system for grey-area testing. Without a complete calibration module, the intensity of the acoustic interference was completely uncontrollable. Three months later, one of the volunteers who participated in the test had a complete mental breakdown."

Xu Qing suddenly paused in her speech.

"Nineteen years old, a girl studying music."

The living room was deathly silent.

Luo Qianyu clearly heard Xu Qing's breathing become heavier.

"I was in the one-way glass room next to the testing site. I watched helplessly as she was wheeled out on a stretcher."

Luo Qianyu turned around and faced Xu Qing.

His face appeared calm, but his eyes were already turning bloodshot.

"That day, I decisively withdrew from the project, dropped out of school, and returned to China. Deep Sea Capital, in a desperate move, issued a complete ban on me in academia and industry in retaliation for destroying core data. So after returning to China, I could only make a living by writing songs and books under a pseudonym."

Luo Qianyu tossed the folder onto the armrest of the sofa.

"So when you heard that recording trending that day, you were shaking all over, not because the voice sounded like your unlucky white moonlight—"

"It's because I recognized the monster I created back then at a glance," Xu Qing said. "The voiceprint model of that humming was the initial frequency band sample in the Siren system. They used the incomplete template and the latest AI technology to frantically stitch it together, creating that fake recording."

"What happened to that deeply affectionate dialogue?"

"A melodramatic script made up entirely out of my head." Xu Qing sneered. "When I was eighteen in Berlin, my German was terrible. I had trouble even ordering food at a restaurant. I had no time to flirt with some genius female student."

Luo Qianyu stared at him intently for several seconds.

The next second, she grabbed Xu Qing's neck and buried her face in the crook of his broad neck.

"You should have said so earlier!" The voice was muffled.

"You didn't ask me."

Didn't I just ask?

"What you just did wasn't a question, it was like you spilled a jar of vinegar from the Pacific Ocean and stood at the door rolling your eyes at me."

Luo Qianyu pinched his neck without any hesitation.

Xu Qing gasped.

"Why are you so rough?"

"I'm acting on behalf of Heaven!"

Luo Qianyu not only didn't let go, but tightened her grip even more.

Xu Qing placed his large, warm palm on her back, his thumb gently soothing her.

"You were only eighteen back then." Luo Qianyu's voice came from under his shoulder, each word deliberate and clear. "Your hard work was used by bad people to commit evil, and you even watched the victims suffer..."

"It's all in the past."

"Nonsense. This matter is weighing you down, to the point that you're still having nightmares at night, right?"

Xu Qing fell silent.

Luo Qianyu suddenly raised her head.

His eyes were already completely red.

"So, Deepsea Capital's ruthless attack on you isn't about banning Yaoge at all. It's because you've been holding onto irrefutable evidence of their illegal testing of the Siren system back then."

"This little brain of yours works a bit faster than your dad's."

"Stop trying to be friendly with me by mentioning my dad."

Luo Qianyu wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve, straightened her posture, and sat up, but still lingered on Xu Qing's lap, refusing to get down.

"How do we deal with the chaos and disorder online? That fake recording, and all that fabricated youth-themed literature—"

"Ma Dongteng is unleashing his power right now."

How did he send it?

"The acoustics lab at Tencent's headquarters can produce the most complete spectral reconstruction analysis. Once the hard report is released, it will definitively prove that the recording is an AI-generated fake. The legal department is already working overnight to initiate an infringement lawsuit."

Luo Qianyu's brows remained furrowed.

"And what about those deadly raw data about the Sirens that you have...?"

"It's all in this folder." Xu Qing patted the worn-out hardcover notebook beside him. "There are also two offline backups in Berlin, locked in the highest-security safe at Humboldt University and in my private safe deposit box at a Swiss bank. Seven years have passed, and not even a fly could have stolen a single byte."

"You're really something else—" Luo Qianyu's voice choked slightly, "You've lived for seven years carrying such a ticking time bomb, and you don't even have anyone to confide in?"

"How can I confide in anyone? Go around telling everyone I meet how pitiful I am, saying, 'Hey, I'm an unlucky guy who's been hunted down by international capital across the internet since I was eighteen'? Isn't that embarrassing?"

"You actually have any shame?"

Xu Qing stared intently at her.

Luo Qianyu glared back fiercely, but she broke down in less than three seconds under his open and deep gaze.

She obediently lowered her head, her smooth forehead pressed against Xu Qing's chest.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"From now on, you must report any major incidents to me immediately."

"OK."

"Don't give me a perfunctory answer, I want the kind of 'yes' you swear an oath of allegiance to."

"I am a very serious and dedicated person."

Luo Qianyu finally calmed down.

The gas stove's automatic shut-off warning sound came from the kitchen.

The shredded potatoes were still gathering dust on the cutting board, and the oil in the pan hadn't even heated up yet.

"I'm hungry," Luo Qianyu said in a muffled voice.

"Then move off my lap, I'll go cook for you."

"I won't move. Carry me over to supervise the work."

"You seemed to have said the same arrogant line last time."

"Times have changed! Open your mind to a new perspective."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing resignedly got up and gently lifted her into his arms.

Luo Qianyu's arm naturally and comfortably wrapped around his neck, her nose nuzzling his chin like a spoiled kitten.

"Xu Qing."

"What's wrong now, ancestor?"

"So that tragic story of the genius junior who's like a white moonlight is really just made up, right?"

"The purest form of artificial intelligence manufacturing."

"You didn't have any close female friends or junior schoolmates in Berlin at all?"

"There isn't a single girl in sight. Our lab is like a completely monastery, with four out of five people being middle-aged men with receding hairlines, and the last one being me."

Luo Qianyu finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

She laughed for two seconds, then composed herself and whispered in Xu Qing's ear.

"So, in your heart, I'm still number one as the leading lady?"

"You'll always be number one by a wide margin."

"Is the kind of person who doesn't accept rebuttals always been like that?"

Xu Qing gently placed her on the bar stool in the kitchen and reached out to softly smooth the stray hairs from her forehead.

"It always has been."