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

Luo Qianyu sat in the audience, her hands tightly covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

She had her hair tied in a high ponytail and was still wearing the old jacket she wore yesterday when she went to the pharmacy to buy tape. She hadn't even tied her shoelaces, so she had obviously run there.

But the look in her eyes as she looked at the stage was burning hot.

Those weren't tears. They were utter adoration. They were the most unreserved reverence for one's own man, deep within his soul.

Xu Qing looked away.

The last paragraph.

The orchestra gradually weakens, the brass instruments withdraw, the woodwinds fall silent, and the strings recede like the tide.

On the stage, only a piano and the clear voices of fifty children remained.

Xu Qing's fingers completed the last chord on the piano keys, and the sound dropped to an extremely low level.

"We are the world—"

The children's innocent voices lingered softly.

"We are the children——"

Xu Qing closed her eyes.

The piano played its final major triad. The lingering sound hovered in the speakers for three seconds before completely dissipating.

The entire room fell silent.

Five seconds.

Eight seconds.

Twelve seconds.

The full twelve-second gap broke the record for the show's history.

Immediately afterwards, the third floor erupted in chaos!

The silence wasn't broken by applause, but by uncontrollable sobs. The emotions of over three thousand people completely overwhelmed them in the same instant, screams, stomping, and bursting into tears all mingled together, and the scene instantly spiraled out of control.

Fang Hong didn't slam the table this time.

He stood up shakily, took off his glasses, and hastily wiped his face with his sleeve. The microphone carried his voice clearly throughout the entire venue:

"This isn't the show's best of the year. This is the swan song of this era."

-

The rankings are out, and there's no suspense.

Xu Qing, with a total score of 99.7, ranked first by a wide margin!

He pulled ahead of second-place Adam by a full six points. This is an unprecedented miracle in the twelve seasons of "I Am a Singer".

Adam looked at the "second place" on his report card and actually smiled with relief.

That was the exhilarating feeling of being utterly defeated. He walked to the door of Xu Qing's lounge, but instead of pushing it open, he called out in broken Chinese through the partition.

"King Qing".

There was no movement inside the door.

Adam smiled, shook his head, and turned to walk into the world of fame and fortune.

-

Three days later, the internet was abuzz with the online attacks.

The Billboard Hot 100 chart has been updated, with "We Are The World" making a stunning debut at number one, shattering the platform's all-time record in its first week.

The related hashtag on Twitter garnered a staggering 80 million retweets within 24 hours. Even UNICEF retweeted the stage video with the extremely prestigious caption: "Music heals. Thank you."

The post-match interview video went viral across the Chinese internet.

In the video, Xu Qing is slumped in a folding chair, her hands wrapped in duct tape, with a broken guitar covered in clownfish stickers at her feet. The reporter asks who the song is for.

Xu Qing stared at the camera, her tone calm: "This is written for the children of Ichiro, and also for all the corners that haven't been captured by the camera."

The reporter pressed for details on how international royalties would be handled.

Xu Qing didn't even lift her eyelids: "I don't know the exact amount. But no matter how much it is, it will all be poured into international children's aid. Not a single penny will be left."

Within four hours of its release, the video garnered over 200 million views on Weibo.

The comment section has 60,000 messages, all of which are "I kneel in admiration".

Luo Qianyu nestled on her sofa, scrolling through screens full of compliments, then shoved her phone against her chest and stared at the ceiling, grinning foolishly.

Xu Qing came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of noodles and glanced at her.

"What stupid thing have you done now?"

"I'd like to."

"Go wash the dishes if you're willing."

"Xu Qing! Can't you let me enjoy the vanity of 'my boyfriend is a god' for just three more minutes?"

"If the bowls in the sink aren't washed soon, they'll evolve their own consciousness."

Luo Qianyu sprang up from the sofa and pounced on him like a koala, hugging his waist and burying her face in his chest.

"Do you even realize you've been deified today?!"

"I don't know, go wash the dishes."

"The whole world is crying for you! Even Adam is standing up and applauding you! Absolutely amazing!"

"Hmm, I'm nearsighted and couldn't see clearly. Go wash the dishes."

Luo Qianyu stood on tiptoe, puffed out her cheeks, and gave him a big kiss on the chin before bouncing into the kitchen.

Xu Qing stood still, a slight smile playing on her lips.

-

However, the peaceful and serene atmosphere on the trending topics only lasted for four days.

On the morning of the fifth day, Luo Qianyu had just logged into her main account to continue browsing the comments section when she swiped her thumb and her smile instantly froze on her face.

The top three trending topics were suddenly filled with negative terms.

#Xu Qing does charity to please foreigners#

#MingyueQingfeng earns money from Chinese people but spends it on foreigners#

#Beware of the hypocritical mask of a benevolent heart#

Clicking through, a bunch of marketing accounts and influential figures are using the same narrative, frantically stirring up trouble:

[Domestic singers make money off us, then donate it all to international organizations? Don't domestic children who are out of school deserve that?]

Singing English songs to the world—is this what you call vision? Pure foreign worship!

[Mingyue Qingfeng earns over 100 million yuan annually, but how much of that did he spend in China? Don't use international charity as a shield!]

Luo Qianyu was so angry she could hardly breathe. These people were talking nonsense! She knew the Qinghe Foundation's accounts inside and out. The money Xu Qing had invested in domestic education over the years could easily build twenty Hope Primary Schools. But he never bothered to use it for show.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was leaning back on the sofa, holding a half-empty can of iced cola in her hand, looking at the negative comments on her phone with an expression as indifferent as if she were reading spam text messages.

"These flies are here again," he said calmly.

But Luo Qianyu keenly noticed that the can had been dented by him.

She immediately locked the screen, took a deep breath, walked over, sat down next to him, and without saying anything, simply rested her head gently on his shoulder.

Xu Qing took a sip of cola, then used his other hand to gently rub the top of her head a couple of times.

The living room fell silent.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, landing perfectly on the old guitar on the coffee table, the clownfish sticker gleaming with a warm, vintage glow.

Xu Qing stared at the clownfish for a moment.

Then, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Ma Dongteng.

Do you have a complete backup of the Qinghe Foundation's domestic project details?

Ma Dongteng replied instantly.

[Locked in a top-of-the-line safe, with three combination locks, easily accessible. What, are you about to open it big?]

Xu Qing glanced at the screen full of negative trending topics and casually tossed her phone back onto the coffee table.

[No rush. Let the bullets fly a little longer.]

Why do you seem to have said this many times?