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

These transfer records are so blatantly obvious, the online trolls can't even find a point to refute them.

The cyberbullying matrix that Deepsea Capital built with tens of millions of dollars was turned into an international joke by Xu Qing's smooth little combo.

The "expert" Charles posted on Weibo ten minutes later.

I hastily and desperately set my account to private.

The exposé video was also quickly destroyed.

Unfortunately, netizens were too quick; they had already recorded the entire screen and were now posting large-character posters to criticize his corpse.

On the coffee table, Ma Dongteng's phone rang.

Xu Qing answered the call and pressed speakerphone.

"You little rascal," came President Ma's hearty laughter. "My legal department was just discussing how to conduct cross-border evidence collection, and you, of all people, just took their household registration book."

"Extraordinary measures are needed in extraordinary times," Xu Qing said calmly.

"Well done. The agents over there are probably smashing their keyboards right now. I'll handle the rest of the PR; you can go get a good night's sleep."

The phone hangs up.

Luo Qianyu held the glass bowl, her eyes glued to the rapidly scrolling code on the screen. She glanced at Xu Qing beside her; Xu Qing had just finished dealing with that multinational corporation, and Luo Qianyu's eyes lit up.

Xu Qing felt a chill run down her spine under that stare: "What kind of weird look is that?"

"Teacher Xu."

Luo Qianyu moved closer to Xu Qing, her chin almost touching the shoulder of the man next to her.

"The way you typed those keys with such intensity just now was really cool."

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow: "Not handsome normally?"

"He's handsome even normally."

Luo Qianyu casually peeled a grape and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

"That was incredibly cool."

Xu Qing chewed slowly and deliberately, her cheeks twitching slightly.

"You should mute your main account recently and stop making random comments. It gets a lot of traffic, and you're likely to run into people who attack you indiscriminately."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Luo Qianyu didn't even take a piece of paper; instead, she poked the man's face with her grape-juice-stained fingers.

"If the sky falls, you'll be there to hold it up for me."

"But that line you used my account to call him brain-dead..." Luo Qianyu paused, then smiled, "...was so satisfying."

"It's just stating a fact. It doesn't count as an insult."

"Have you been hacking other people's computers behind my back?"

"This was a defensive counterattack. Today's incident is just an exception."

"You're just making excuses."

Luo Qianyu smiled and snuggled into Xu Qing's arms, clinging to him and refusing to get down.

"You're just biased. You can't stand seeing me wronged, and you can't stand them causing trouble on your turf."

Xu Qing didn't dodge; he naturally put his arm around Luo Qianyu's waist, his hand resting on the girl's side, neither too tight nor too loose.

"It's enough that you understand in your heart."

Luo Qianyu remained silent for a few seconds.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"When you were eighteen in Germany, were you also this arrogant, 'I don't respect anyone' attitude?"

Luo Qianyu's voice softened.

Xu Qing lowered his eyes, his expression somewhat indecisive.

"I certainly wasn't this restrained back then."

Upon hearing these words, Luo Qianyu felt her heart clench.

Eighteen years old.

Alone abroad, he ruined his life's work, blocked those greedy business operations, and was blacklisted by the entire industry. In the end, he returned to China and hid in a basement to write songs and books, hiding for several years.

Luo Qianyu put the glass bowl aside and gripped Xu Qing's arm tightly with both hands.

"If you encounter something like this again, feel free to use my main account to take the blame."

The female celebrity's tone suddenly hardened.

"Want traffic? I'll give you it. Want more kills? I'll help you get them."

"Aren't you afraid that Deepsea Capital will get anxious and turn around and cut off your announcements?"

"If my dad can't even handle this kind of situation..."

Luo Qianyu raised her chin, her spoiled temper flaring up, and her voice became fierce.

"He should be given that position as soon as possible."

Xu Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The atmosphere during the confrontation with public opinion has completely dissipated. The trending topics have changed; Tencent Music's official account has reposted Luo Qianyu's long article with images.

Following closely behind were the echoes from the clouds, where several judges spoke up.

Fang Hong posted a 200-word update. He used his professional knowledge to support Mingyue Qingfeng, while also mocking those who were causing trouble.

This counterattack was swift and decisive.

Deepsea Capital's plans were disrupted.

at the same time.

The atmosphere was cold in the top-floor office of an office building in Beijing.

The Greater China agent of Deepsea Capital slammed the phone down on the marble floor.

The casing was broken, but the screen was lit up, showing that Luo Qianyu's Weibo post had been forwarded over a million times.

The suit was very sharp, which made the agent's face look very unpleasant.

"How exactly did this document get leaked?"

He kicked over the nearby trash can, the sound of metal hitting the ground echoing in the office. His assistant huddled in the corner, too afraid to make a sound.

The agent leaned on the edge of the table.

"Go. Call Wang Jianguo over now." The agent's voice softened. "Tell Wang Jianguo that the debt can be delayed."

The middle-aged man straightened up and turned to look at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"But on the court of the finals."

The glass reflected half of the agent's face.

"The bright moon and gentle breeze must be suppressed."

"But the boss," the assistant said in a low voice, "Wang Jianguo can't even pay his employees' salaries now, how could he possibly..."

"If he has no chips, we'll add our hole cards."

The agent buttoned up his suit jacket slowly and deliberately.

"Does Xu Qing think he can get away with anything just because he has some skills?"

The agent picked up another phone on the table and swiped open the encrypted folder with his fingertips.

There was a file inside.

"I want to show Xu Qing that in the face of capital, talent is worth less than a piece of waste paper."

The agent locked the phone screen.

The only sound in the office was the air conditioning.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the CBD area is brightly lit.

the other side.

In the rented room.

Luo Qianyu finished most of the plate of grapes and then burped.

The female celebrity stuffed the last grape into her mouth and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Xu Qing, I have a magazine shoot tomorrow."

"What time is it?"

"I have to get up at eight o'clock to get my hair and makeup done." Luo Qianyu pouted. "It's so tiring."

"I'll call you at 6:30."

"no."

Luo Qianyu spread her arms and lay down on the sofa.

"My legs are numb. You have to carry me back to my room."

Xu Qing glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's only 3 p.m. now."

"Can't it be 3 o'clock? Can't adults take a nap?"

"Are you sure you'll be able to have a good nap?"

Xu Qing's gaze slowly fell on Luo Qianyu's earlobe, his voice low and deep.

Luo Qianyu blushed, her face turning red from her neck all the way to her ears.

She sat up abruptly, pointing her finger at Xu Qing's face.

"I'm warning you. You need to look good in tomorrow's photos. Your face can't be swollen."

Xu Qing stood up.

Slowly raise your hand and loosen the collar of your shirt, revealing a section of your collarbone.

"rest assured."

Xu Qing looked at Luo Qianyu.

"Don't touch my face."

Luo Qianyu was stunned for a moment.

After regaining her senses, she turned and ran outside, but she didn't succeed.

Xu Qing's arm swept across from behind, scooping Luo Qianyu up. Her feet left the ground, and she couldn't break free.

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to sleep."

"It's too late."

Xu Qing hooked her long leg.

The study door was closed.