The song "Wen He" ignited not only the internet, but also Cheng Yudie, who cried until her eyes were swollen and red.

She was awakened by Wen He's singing at around 5 a.m.

Cheng Yudie then realized that Wen He probably hadn't slept all night.

She listened quietly to Wen He's singing, feeling increasingly suffocated and desperate.

"Cough! Cough cough cough cough! Cough cough..."

It wasn't until the song ended and Cheng Yudie heard an especially violent cough coming from her earphones that she realized the seriousness of the problem.

She had never heard such a violent cough before; it felt as if her lungs were about to be coughed up.

Hearing the voice on the other end of the earphone, Cheng Yudie's heart was completely broken.

Looking at the location on her phone, she wished she could rush over right now and hug Wen He tightly.

Cheng Yudie has the ability to do it, but...

This doesn't solve the fundamental problem.

A last shred of reason allowed her to restrain herself.

Cheng Yudie could only hear painful coughing coming from the other end of the earphone, and she hugged the quilt and cried her heart out.

"No wonder you always end your live stream immediately after singing, not even for a second..."

"No wonder your videos are just pure music..."

"Wen He... why do you still insist on singing even when things are like this..."

"Please stop singing, please, be kind to yourself..."

As Cheng Yudie gradually unveiled the mysterious veil that Wen He had hidden, she completely broke down.

She never imagined that behind every song Wen He sang would cause him such severe coughing.

After hearing Wen He's weak breath following her cough...

She wept uncontrollably, crying until she was almost breathless.

It wasn't until the morning sun shone through the glass onto her face that Cheng Yudie gradually recovered from her immense pain.

She picked up her phone and opened a small group chat with only a dozen or so people.

[Sour-Smelling Cat Head]: "@Is she alright? If I remember correctly, aren't you a lawyer?"

[Is she alright?]: "Yeah, why are you asking this so early in the morning? I just woke up."

[Sour-Smelling Cat Head]: "I want to ask you something. If parents force an adult child to hand over all their wages, is that legal?"

[Is she alright?]: "From a legal perspective, no one can force someone to hand over their salary, but there are many complex factors involved, so it's really hard to say for sure."

[Sour-Smelling Cat Head]: "For example?"

[Is she alright?]: "For example, if the children say that they handed it over voluntarily, even if we all know that the parents forced the children to say this, as long as the children do not change their story, it will be useless no matter how much you argue. In other words, the children must cooperate with the lawyer to confirm that the parents' actions were coercive and not of their own volition. Only then will it be effective."

[Sour and Stinky Cat Head]: "Let's chat privately, I need to talk to you."

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In the dim light, gears kept turning, and items were transported one after another on the plastic conveyor belt.

After a gear simply packages the items on the conveyor belt, it places them onto another conveyor belt.

Wen He is one of the cogs in this factory.

His daily work consists of only one thing, so simple that it requires absolutely no thought; he's like a robot, constantly repeating the same action.

"Xiao He? Xiao He!?"

With a sluggish mind, Wen He only looked at him after Uncle Zhang called out two or three times.

His eyes were dull and lifeless, like an old, rusty robot.

"Why are you sleeping? You can't sleep in a factory, don't you know that?"

"You were late yesterday morning, and you even dozed off at work today. How come your work attitude is getting worse and worse?"

Uncle Zhang thought that after telling Wen He's mother about Wen He's recent work situation yesterday, Wen He's mood would improve today, but unexpectedly, he became even more depressed.

His words swirled in Wen He's mind twice before she realized what he was talking about.

However, he responded too late. Before Wen He could reply, Uncle Zhang continued, "We're going to deduct 400 yuan today. This is the third time. Three strikes and you're out."

"Xiao He, it's not easy to find a job to make a living these days. We're all like this."

"I need you, and you need me. Why can't we calm down and focus on doing our own jobs well?"

"You can't keep working like this, only doing it sporadically. This is the last warning. Don't blame Uncle Zhang for being ruthless; Uncle Zhang's business is just a small one."

"Anyway, if anything else is found, I'll have your mom take it back to you."

Upon hearing Uncle Zhang's words, Wen He, who had just been feeling sleepy, instantly perked up.

His eyes widened suddenly, the fear of his family instantly dispelling his fatigue and drowsiness.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, please don't make me go back. I cough... cough cough... I'll work hard..."

In his anxiety, he coughed and pleaded with Uncle Zhang.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhang nodded to himself in satisfaction.

"Talking won't do any good." After saying this, Uncle Zhang left.

Wen He then dared not slack off in the slightest, putting in her utmost effort and throwing herself wholeheartedly into this mechanical and tedious work.

A strong drowsiness washed over Wen He like a tidal wave, constantly impacting his mental state. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his mind became particularly sluggish.

Wen He managed to hold on until noon, but didn't even have time for lunch and just fell asleep at the factory.

An hour of rest is simply not enough to make up for staying up all night last night.

The afternoon and evening hours are particularly agonizing.

Wen He dared not relax for even a moment.

He was on edge, hungry, and like a tireless ox, he kept creating value for the small factory.

21:35.

"You know your child best, don't you? After I told you what I wanted me to say, I've been working since this morning, and I've been very efficient," Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

"Is he off work now?" It was Wen's mother's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, he just got off work and is running to the bus stop. I suspect he's about to faint at any moment."

"He's incredibly resilient. He's been coughing for so long and hasn't died yet. You'd better keep a good record of all the money he earns from working overtime. I'll keep a clear record of everything. If anything is missing, I'll make trouble for you."

"Not a penny less, you can rest assured. This is the first time I've ever seen someone exploit their own son like this. Don't you feel any remorse?" Uncle Zhang couldn't stand it anymore.

"I carried him for ten months and spent so much money raising him. What's wrong with him giving back to his parents?"

"It's nothing, everything's fine," Uncle Zhang said with a smile as he hung up the phone.

Since it's not their own child, why should they worry about it? As long as he's making money, that's all that matters.