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

Genting Manor, Study.

The night was deep outside the window, and the chirping of unknown insects rose and fell.

Only one warm yellow floor lamp was on in the room.

Luo Tianxiong, the richest man in China, sat cross-legged on that priceless rosewood armchair, completely disregarding his image. He held a thick, hardcover book in his hands, wore reading glasses, and his brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

The butler, Old Zhang, standing to the side, didn't dare to breathe.

Old Zhang had followed Luo Tianxiong for nearly thirty years. He had seen this business tycoon chatting and laughing during the stock market crash, and he had also seen him casually sign contracts worth billions without batting an eye.

But he had never seen his master cry like this before.

Luo Tianxiong sniffed, reached for two tissues, wiped his face haphazardly, crumpled the tissues he had just blown out into a ball, and threw them hard into the trash can.

"Oh shit."

Luo Tianxiong swore.

Old Zhang carefully handed over a cup of ginseng tea: "Sir, has the company been under too much pressure lately? Although that little scoundrel Zhao Tai is in jail, the mess at Xinghuang Entertainment..."

"What kind of bullshit is Zhao Tai? Does he even deserve to make me shed tears?"

Luo Tianxiong slammed the book on the table and pointed to the two large gold-embossed characters on the cover—"Zhu Xian".

"Old Zhang, do you think the people who write these books are heartless? Are they made of iron?"

Old Zhang craned his neck and took a look.

He is familiar with this book.

When the master first met Xu Qing's "future son-in-law," in order to appear cultured and knowledgeable about the trends of young people, he specially had someone buy back every version of "Zhu Xian" available on the market overnight.

I bought two sets of all sorts of editions: collector's edition, deluxe edition, signed edition, and even pirated edition.

The entire bookshelf was crammed full.

At the time, Luo Tianxiong was still bragging to Xu Qing that he was a die-hard fan of "Qingyu" and read it every night.

In fact, before that day, Luo Tianxiong didn't even know whether the protagonist of the book was named Zhang Xiaofan or Zhang Dafan.

"Master, isn't this the book written by your son-in-law?" Old Zhang whispered a reminder.

"Nonsense! Of course I know he wrote it!"

Luo Tianxiong's eyes were red, and his finger trembled as he pointed to the page he had just turned: "Biyao blocking the sword! The curse of infatuation! Three lifetimes and seven reincarnations, eternal damnation in Yama, all for love, even in death she would not regret it... Is this even a plot a human could write?"

Just now, Luo Tianxiong finally mustered up his patience and opened the novel that his daughter treasured for the first time in a true sense.

Originally, I just wanted to see what kind of talent this kid had that could make my daughter so infatuated.

Once you see it, you're hooked.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan being condemned by thousands in the Jade Purity Hall, Luo Tianxiong slapped his thigh and cursed those righteous people for being hypocritical.

Seeing Biyao chant the Love Spell to save Zhang Xiaofan, using her own flesh and blood to block the Zhuxian Ancient Sword.

Luo Tianxiong was completely broken down.

This is hardly the writing of a novel.

This is clearly Xu Qing writing about himself, about Xiaoyu.

Luo Tianxiong's mind was filled with the information he had gathered from his previous investigation: Xu Qing donated all the tens of millions she had earned from writing books in order to pray for the "dead" Xiaoyu; Xu Qing worked on construction sites and sang on the streets to pay for Xiaoyu's medical treatment.

The suffering of Zhang Xiaofan in the book is just as great as the suffering of Xu Qing in reality.

The more devoted Biyao is in the book, the more foolish Xiaoyu is in real life.

"Nine Netherworld Spirits, all Heavenly Gods and Demons, I offer my blood and body as a sacrifice..."

As Luo Tianxiong murmured these two lines, tears streamed down his face again.

He was a rough man who knew nothing about literature or art.

But he is a father.

He suddenly understood why Xu Qing always possessed a sense of vicissitude and deathly stillness that seemed out of place for his age.

This kid reenacted the pain of losing his beloved in the book, and then experienced it firsthand in real life.

"Old Zhang." Luo Tianxiong took off his glasses and rubbed his reddened eyes.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Do you think that if something really happens in the future, will Xiaoyu be like Biyao, foolishly rushing in to take a knife for Xu Qing?"

Old Zhang paused for a moment, then said after a brief hesitation, "You know how Miss is. She's just like you. Once she's made up her mind, nothing can change it. Let alone taking a knife for someone, even if the sky were to fall, she'd probably still hold it up for her son-in-law."

Luo Tianxiong fell silent.

After a long while, he sighed, closed the book "Zhu Xian," and carefully placed it back in the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf.

"This kid is ruthless, and also a madman."

Luo Tianxiong stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and looked at the dark night outside.

"I used to think he wasn't good enough for Xiaoyu, but now it seems my daughter owes him. Old Zhang, pass on the word that from now on, Xu Qing's status in our family will be the same as mine... no, higher than mine."

Old Zhang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded, "Yes, sir."

"And another thing." Luo Tianxiong's eyes suddenly sharpened, his previous dejection and sadness vanishing, replaced by the ruthlessness of a business tycoon. "Although Zhao Tai is finished, those behind him will definitely not let this go. Xu Qing is too popular right now, threatening too many people's interests. Go and investigate what the recent moves are of the capital behind Xinghuang Entertainment."

"clear."

……

In the capital city, there is a secluded private club.

The private room was filled with smoke.

Although Zhao Tai went inside, it did not affect the decadent lifestyle here.

In the center of the sofa sat a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit, twirling two lion's head walnuts in his hands.

He is the real major shareholder of Xinghuang Entertainment and a bigwig in Beijing's capital circle, Qian Wansan.

Opposite him stood a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked refined and gentle.

"Mr. Qian, we've received news from 'Rising Star' that Wang Gang has been replaced," the bespectacled man reported in a low voice.

Qian Wansan paused, a cold smile playing on his lips. "That good-for-nothing Wang Gang, for the sake of so-called program effects, actually dared to go against the will of capital and promote that Xu Qing. Doesn't he even consider who paid for the program's title sponsorship?"

Has a new director been chosen?