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

Luo Qianyu sniffed, completely ignoring his twisted logic.

She stood up and rolled up her sleeves.

"No, this place is too dirty."

"It's all dust; how can I sing if I breathe that in?"

"Let me clean it for you."

As she spoke, she reached for the broom in the corner.

Just as Xu Qing was about to stop her, he saw this pampered young lady, who never lifted a finger, step onto a loose floor tile.

"Ouch!"

He swayed and bumped into the nearby storage shelf.

"Splash—"

Dust fell from the shelves like snow.

It instantly turned her black down jacket gray.

"Cough cough cough..."

Luo Qianyu coughed from the choking and frantically waved her arms, trying to disperse the dust.

The more he waved, the more chaotic it became, and he ended up snagging down a spider web.

A black spider, about the size of a thumb, swung along the silk like a swing, right in front of her nose.

It was less than two centimeters from her eyes.

Luo Qianyu's eyes widened.

Looking at that furry, eight-legged creature.

Time seemed to stand still for three seconds.

"ah--!!!"

A scream nearly ripped the basement ceiling off.

The domineering diva who was just now standing up for Xu Qing and wanting to deal with Zhou Yan has now instantly turned into a frightened rabbit.

She closed her eyes, jumped around haphazardly, and grabbed at the air with both hands.

Finally, he grabbed Xu Qing's arm accurately and shrank behind him.

She clung tightly to his clothes and buried her face in his back.

"Xu Qing! Xu Qing!"

"There's a spider! It's going to eat me!"

"Kill it now! Hurry up!"

Wang Dazhu and his two companions, who were gnawing on braised pork in the corner, were so startled by the shout that their hands trembled and the meat almost fell to the ground.

They turned around in alarm, thinking some kind of murder had occurred.

As a result, they saw that the aloof and arrogant Empress Luo on TV was clinging to Xu Qing like a koala, trembling with fear.

Xu Qing sighed helplessly.

He put down his chopsticks, extended a finger, and gently flicked the spider that was still swinging on the swing.

Startled, the spider scurried back to the corner of the wall along its web.

"Alright."

"You scared them away."

"It probably has never heard such a high-decibel scream in its life."

Xu Qing patted the hands clinging to her back.

"Come down, Queen."

"If you tighten it any further, I'm going to throw up."

Only then did Luo Qianyu dare to open one eye and cautiously peek outside.

I breathed a sigh of relief once I was sure the spider was gone.

But she still wouldn't let go, clinging tightly to Xu Qing's back.

The shock she had just experienced completely shattered her carefully constructed facade of strength.

She pressed her face against his slightly bony back, inhaling the faint scent of tobacco and braised pork emanating from him.

That bittersweet feeling welled up in my heart again.

"Xu Qing..."

Her voice was muffled and nasal.

"How about we stop competing?"

"That Zhou Yan is deliberately messing with you."

"He restricts your resources, prevents you from using original content, and even banished you here."

"This is a dead end."

"I have money, I have many people."

"I'll call Lao Luo right now."

"Let him buy this lousy production team and throw Zhou Yan and Ye Zhi Qiu into the sea to feed the fish."

"If you want to sing, I'll put on the biggest concert for you."

"If you want to be famous, I'll put your face on screens all over the world."

"Let's not put up with this anymore, okay?"

She was genuinely heartbroken.

She didn't want to see Xu Qing stuck in this dark corner, having to scheme and fight with those rotten people.

Xu Qing felt the dampness on her back.

This girl is crying again.

He was silent for a few seconds, then reached out and pulled her from behind to the front.

Luo Qianyu's eyes were red, like a wronged rabbit.

His face was smeared with ash, making him look both comical and pitiful.

Xu Qing raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe the dust off her face.

The movements were not gentle; in fact, they were somewhat rough.

"Luo Qianyu".

"Do you think I can't live without you?"

Luo Qianyu shook her head, then nodded.

"I did not mean that……"

"I know you have money."

Xu Qing interrupted her.

"I know your billionaire father can bury Zhou Yan in money."

"but."

Xu Qing's expression changed.

That lazy, careless feeling disappeared.

Instead, there is a cold, sharp glint.

"Some things can't be bought with money."

"For example, dignity."

"Like this breath."

He pointed to Wang Dazhu and the others in the corner.

"They were called lowlifes by people pointing fingers at them."

"They were kicked out like trash."

"If I were to use your money and bring up your father right now, I could definitely win."

"But that's not winning."

"That is charity."

Xu Qing stood up, walked to the guitar, and gently plucked the strings.

"I want them to know."

Even in this gutter.

Even if there's nothing at all.

"I can still smash that stage they're so proud of to pieces."

Luo Qianyu looked at Xu Qing at this moment.

The dim light shone on his profile, outlining his stubborn features.

At this moment, although he was in a humble room and wearing an inexpensive hoodie, he was still in a humble room.

But the radiance emanating from him was more dazzling than anything she had ever seen at any awards ceremony.

This is the real Xu Qing.

This is the madman who wrote "Tragedy is eternal".

Luo Qianyu sniffed and held back her tears.

She went over and straightened his slightly disheveled collar.

"it is good."

"I won't get involved."

"But you have to promise me one thing."

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow: "What?"

Luo Qianyu tiptoed and whispered in his ear:

"Torture that Ye Zhi Qiu to death."

"He was so abused that he'll never dare to hold a microphone again in his life."

Xu Qing smiled.

He reached out and pinched Luo Qianyu's puffed-up cheeks, which were swollen from anger.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Lord Queen of Heaven."