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

In the study.

When Luo Qianyu pushed the door open and came in, Luo Tianxiong was staring blankly at a photo on the table.

That was a family photo taken on Luo Qianyu's eighteenth birthday.

Back then, she laughed carefree, before she met Xu Qing, and before she experienced the series of dramatic events and hardships that followed.

"Gone?"

Luo Tianxiong didn't even raise his head, his voice hoarse.

"Um."

Luo Qianyu walked to the desk, picked up the teapot, and poured a glass of water for her father.

Her eyes were still swollen, but she had calmed down a lot.

"Dad, don't worry."

Luo Qianyu handed him the water glass, "Give him some time."

"He needs to digest this."

Luo Tianxiong took the water glass, took a sip, and gave a bitter smile: "Digestion? If it were me, and I was fooled like an idiot for a year, I'd be lucky if I didn't tear the Luo family apart."

"This kid has shown excellent self-control by not resorting to violence."

Luo Qianyu lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers: "It's something I owe him."

"I will pay it back."

"I'll pay it back over a lifetime."

Looking at his daughter's determined expression, Luo Tianxiong felt a mix of emotions.

On one hand, she felt sorry for her daughter being wronged, and on the other hand, she felt that Xu Qing was indeed worth it.

"Alright, that's enough about you young people. I'm not going to get involved in your old bones."

Luo Tianxiong waved his hand, steer the conversation toward serious business.

"How's Hongxia doing now?"

Mentioning Sister Hong, Luo Qianyu's eyes instantly turned cold, and that aura of authority returned to her.

"Still inside."

Just then, there was a knock on the study door.

Old Zhang, who had just returned from dropping off Xu Qing, walked in.

"Master, Miss."

"Did Mr. Xu send it back?" Luo Tianxiong asked.

"It's been delivered." Old Zhang nodded, then hesitated, "However, Mr. Xu's condition... doesn't look too good."

"How is it bad?"

"He didn't say anything, he just kept chewing gum. He would chew a couple of times and then spit it out, then chew it again. The metal box was half empty by the end of the trip."

Luo Tianxiong frowned.

This is a typical symptom of anxiety disorder.

This child hasn't completely vented the bitterness in his heart yet.

"Forget it, let him be and let him have some peace and quiet." Luo Tianxiong turned to Old Zhang, "Tell her about what Xiaoyu asked about Hongxia earlier."

Old Zhang said solemnly, "Miss, that Hongxia was already sentenced to life imprisonment."

"Our legal department is keeping an eye on it. All the evidence has been confirmed: tax evasion, instigating suicide, embezzlement... each one is enough to get her into serious trouble."

"She'll never be able to get out of here in this lifetime."

Luo Qianyu nodded, her eyes showing no pity.

This is the fate that Sister Hong deserves.

"What about Zhao Tai?" Luo Qianyu asked again.

"Zhao Tai has also fallen from grace," Old Zhang replied. "Xinghuang Entertainment's stock price has plummeted by more than ten consecutive daily limits, its assets have been frozen, and he himself has been arrested for suspected commercial bribery and money laundering."

"Logically, this matter should be over here."

Old Zhang paused, his expression becoming somewhat serious.

"but……"

"But what?" Luo Tianxiong slammed the walnuts in his hand onto the table.

"But it seems like something's gone wrong with 'Rising Star' again."

Old Zhang took a document out of his pocket and handed it to Luo Tianxiong.

"Wang Gang has been dismissed from his post."

"What?" Luo Qianyu looked up in surprise. "Isn't Director Wang doing a good job? Although he likes to ride the coattails of others' popularity, he's been pretty good to Xu Qing."

"It's because he's too 'good' to Xu Qing."

Old Zhang smiled wryly, "The latest news is that the investors are very dissatisfied with Wang Gang, feeling that he is uncontrollable. They've directly brought in a new director named Zhou Yan."

"Moreover, the rules for the next match have changed again."

"This is entirely aimed at Xu Qing."

Luo Tianxiong flipped through the documents in his hand, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"Oh shit."

The richest man swore again.

"Do these entertainment guys really think I, Luo Tianxiong, can't even lift a knife anymore?"

"I've already made it clear that Xu Qing is someone I'm protecting. How dare they target me so blatantly?"

Old Zhang sighed: "Sir, this matter is a bit strange."

Old Zhang shook his head. "I checked, and it turns out that it wasn't just the remnants of Star Emperor Entertainment that made this move."

"It seems like there's someone behind them."

......

[Host, your blood sugar has dropped to the warning level.]

[It is recommended to eat immediately.]

If you don't eat, you will die.

Xu Qing turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

die?

This word is not unfamiliar to him; in fact, it could be considered an old friend.

Many people think he's stupid.

As a renowned online novel author, I figured his IQ must be at least online, right?

How come he believed that old hag Sister Hong when she just made up a reason like "her whole body was ulcerated and she died without a complete corpse"?

How could he believe Luo Qianyu was really dead without even seeing her body?

He even tormented himself for a year because of it.

This is not logical.

But nobody knows.

This is not a matter of intelligence at all.

This is fate.

It was a script that God had written for him, an absurd and cruel one.

He had experienced something like that before.

When he was just a little kid who could only sniffle and couldn't even speak.

......

That winter was particularly cold.

Xu Qing remembers it clearly; the day her house caught fire, it was just as cold.

The fire was huge, turning half the sky red.

He was thrown into a water vat in the yard by his father while he was asleep.

The water tank at home wasn't sealed properly, so a thin layer of ice formed on the surface, while the bottom was still unfrozen cold water.

When the fire reached the bedroom, the father didn't have time to think. He grabbed a ladle, broke through the thin ice, stuffed him into the water vat, wrapped the mouth of the vat with a wet cotton quilt to block the smoke and fire, and turned around to put out the fire. He never came out again.

When the firefighters pulled him out, his body was frozen purple and he was choking on cold water.

He neither cried nor made a fuss.

He just stared intently at the two charred bodies that were being carried out.

When the police asked him his name, he didn't answer.

When asked if he had any relatives, he didn't answer.

The doctor said the child was traumatized, suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and selective mutism.

That is, the so-called mute.

Later, he was sent to the Sunshine Welfare Home.