I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

Raindrops pattered against the window, making a crisp sound. Zhang Wanqing's heart remained unusually calm. She knew she had done the right thing. She turned back to her computer and began to prepare for her next move.

Meanwhile, Fu Siyuan and Li Wei were driving to a law firm on the outskirts of the city. They needed legal assistance to fight for the children's rights and to sue the pharmaceutical company. Fu Siyuan clutched the SD card tightly in his hand, his heart filled with anger and determination.

They arrived at the law firm, where they were met by a senior lawyer with a sharp gaze. He listened carefully to Fu Siyuan and Li Wei's narration, his brow furrowed.

"The evidence is very strong, but you must know that the pharmaceutical companies are very powerful and they may use all means to stop you." The lawyer's voice was calm and serious.

Fu Siyuan and Li Wei exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with determination. "We're ready." Fu Siyuan's voice was firm and powerful.

The lawyer nodded, a glint of respect in his eyes. "Then let's get started."

They began to discuss a specific legal action plan, with every detail carefully discussed and planned. As time passed, the sky outside gradually brightened.

Li Wei remained silent throughout the discussion, occasionally glancing out the window. He knew this battle wasn't just a legal battle; it was also a contest of power. He needed to prepare further backup plans to weather any storms that might come.

After the discussion, Li Wei said goodbye to Fu Siyuan and the lawyer and left the law firm alone. He drove to a secret location where some of his former colleagues, all of whom were trustworthy people, were present.

When he arrived at the location, several people in black clothes were already waiting for him. Their eyes were filled with vigilance and respect. They were all Li Wei's old partners when he was in the police station.

"We need to make some preparations just in case." Li Wei's voice was low and powerful.

They nodded and began to discuss the specific plan. Li Wei knew that they might need to face a counterattack from the pharmaceutical company, or even a more dangerous situation.

While they were discussing, Li Wei's phone suddenly rang. It was Zhang Wanqing calling.

"Wanqing, what's wrong?" There was a hint of nervousness in Li Wei's voice.

"The news has been released, but..." Zhang Wanqing's voice trembled slightly, "There's a response from the pharmaceutical company."

Li Wei's heart tightened, he knew that the storm was coming.

On a rainy morning, sunlight filtered through a gap in the clouds, spilling onto the wet streets. Zhang Wanqing stood by her apartment window, her phone tightly gripped in her hand, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. The news had already been released, and she knew this was the beginning of a war without the smoke of gunpowder.

Her fingers gently swiped across her phone screen, scanning the headlines from major media outlets. The news, like bombshells, sent shockwaves through society. Anger, fear, and confusion—all kinds of emotions clashed fiercely in the comment sections, forming a massive vortex of public opinion.

Zhang Wanqing took a deep breath. She knew her role wasn't just as a reporter; she was at the center of this vortex. She had to remain calm, guide public opinion, and make the truth known to the world.

She turned on her computer and began writing follow-up reports, carefully considering every word. She wanted every reader to feel the pain of those children and the greed and cruelty of the pharmaceutical companies.

Meanwhile, Fu Siyuan was at the law firm, preparing the lawsuit materials with his team of lawyers, all with serious expressions on their faces. Li Wei, along with his former colleagues, was formulating a plan to deal with a possible counterattack from the pharmaceutical company.

At this point, the pharmaceutical company's counterattack began. A large number of online "trolls" suddenly appeared, spreading all kinds of false information in an attempt to confuse the public. Some people who were unaware of the truth began to waver, and the balance of public opinion began to tilt.

Zhang Wanqing's brows furrowed. She knew this was a common tactic used by pharmaceutical companies. She quickly contacted several friends in the media, asking them to help expose the true nature of these "water army" scams.

She sat in front of her computer, her fingers tapping away at the keyboard. She was going to write an in-depth report exposing the pharmaceutical companies' despicable practices. A determined glint gleamed in her eyes; she knew this was a fight for justice.

The report immediately sparked a massive backlash. People began to realize the pharmaceutical company's sinister intentions, and public opinion shifted again. While the pharmaceutical company's troll army struggled, they were no longer able to stem the tide of truth.

At this moment, Zhang Wanqing's phone rang again. It was Li Wei calling.

"Wanqing, we've got some new information." Li Wei's voice was deep and powerful. "The pharmaceutical company may take more extreme measures."

Zhang Wanqing's heart tightened.

As night fell, the city's neon lights blurred in the drizzling rain. Zhang Wanqing sat in her cramped office, her fingers pounding away at her keyboard. She was writing an in-depth report exposing the pharmaceutical company's cyberattacks and disinformation campaigns.

Her fingers pounded across the keyboard, each word carefully chosen. She wanted every reader to feel the pain of those children, the greed and cruelty of the pharmaceutical companies. She took a deep breath, feeling the restless heart in her chest.

"Thump, thump" - the sound of heartbeat echoes in my ears, as if the whole world can hear this excited and nervous rhythm.

This was Zhang Wanqing's seventh time revising this report. Ever since the news release, she'd been in a state of intense tension. She still remembered the scene that day in the pharmaceutical factory's finance office: her head lowered slightly, her dense eyelashes casting a faint shadow under the spotlight, like the gentle flutter of butterfly wings. Her slender fingers danced across the keyboard, as if alive, each word flowing from the depths of her soul. At that moment, Zhang Wanqing felt the entire world go silent, leaving only the clacking of the keyboard and her own rapid heartbeat.

From then on, she began her days of secret investigation. Every time she came here, she would feel shy and nervous about her boldness, but deep down in her heart, she also had a secret expectation and excitement.

Zhang Wanqing took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and walked toward the computer screen. Each step felt like treading on cotton, light yet unsteady. Her palms were slightly sweaty, and her heartbeat was accelerating. She could feel her cheeks burning. They must have been as red as ripe cherries, right?

Arriving at the computer door, Zhang Wanqing held her breath and gently pressed her ear against it. Beautiful piano music trickled through the crack of the door like a gentle stream, soothing her tense heartstrings. It was Chopin's "Nocturne," gentle and melancholic, as if expressing a heartfelt story that no one else could hear. She closed her eyes, and the helpless eyes of those children surfaced in her mind.

She suddenly thought of Fu Siyuan, of all the experiences they had shared since they met, and of his gentleness and thoughtfulness towards her. She imagined Fu Siyuan's slender fingers gently caressing the edge of the keyboard, like a caress between lovers, gentle and full of love.

Those hands seemed to possess a magical power, capable of transforming the cold keyboard into a living, breathing being. As her fingertips danced lightly, Zhang Wanqing couldn't help but imagine the touch of those hands. What would it feel like if... if those hands could caress her cheek, or gently hold her hand?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wanqing's face turned even redder, like a ripe pomegranate, tinged with the shyness and longing unique to a young girl.

She bit her lips in annoyance, her pearly teeth gently biting the pink lips, secretly blaming herself in her heart: "Zhang Wanqing, Zhang Wanqing, how could you have such an idea!" But the little person in her heart was secretly laughing, rejoicing for this young love.

At this moment, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and a beautiful dream was suddenly awakened.